Chapter 86 How many people are better than you
Yuan Bingqi's Hundred Refining Method was passed down from his master, a late master of Dongjiangyingying.
Ordinary blacksmiths are reluctant to use it because standard weapons do not need to be of high quality.
The Hundred Refining Method is time-consuming and labor-intensive. It can be said that slow work produces careful work, and it is not suitable for blacksmith camps.
Therefore, Yuan Bingqi practiced this method all year round and often attracted criticism.
It wasn't until he used ordinary iron to build a lower-eighth-grade weapon, attracting the attention of craftsman Yu Maoming, that the opposition gradually disappeared.
Now, he wants to compete with Zhao Yankui for the position of deputy craftsman using the Hundred Refining Technique.
The entire East Blacksmith Battalion is looking forward to his success. It is expected that after this regular test, the East Blacksmith Battalion will have two deputy chiefs.
At that time, who would dare to say that they are not the First Blacksmith Battalion of the Foundry Department?
Yuan Bingqi was focused and focused, and the hammer in his hand was steady and heavy.
He was immersed in the training of the Hundred Refining Techniques and had no other thoughts. He only had a vague feeling that he would definitely succeed this time!
With each hammer blow, the pig iron undergoes subtle changes.
Layer upon layer, impurities are constantly being peeled off, and the piece of pig iron is smoothly progressing towards the level that it should not belong to.
It was not until a long time later that Yuan Bingqi completed the shaping, leveling, quenching, and sharpening of the weapon.
The edge of the blade is extremely bright, and the edge feels sharp.
A dim entropy pattern appeared on the back of the sword, indicating that it was a lower-eighth-grade long sword.
A smile appeared on Yuan Bingqi's face, and he wiped the sweat from his face, feeling extremely happy.
My feeling is right, I have used the Hundred Refining Method to create an eighth-grade weapon!
After being immersed in joy for a moment, Yuan Bingqi finally felt that something was not right.
It's too quiet around here.
As the most watched blacksmith in the East Blacksmith Camp and even the entire Foundry Department, shouldn't someone immediately exclaim in envy when he forges a lower-eighth grade weapon?
Why doesn't such a sound appear?
Yuan Bingqi raised his head and realized that the blacksmiths around him were all looking in the same direction.
What are they looking at?
Is there anything more worthy of attention than building a lower-eighth grade weapon yourself?
He followed the gazes of these people in confusion, and immediately discovered that it was the location of the South Blacksmith Camp.
Not only the people from his own blacksmith camp were watching, but the master craftsman Yu Maoming, deputy craftsmen Yuan Gaohao, Qiu Weiren, Xu Wenheng, Lou Fangrong and others were also there.
Each of them looked solemn, as if something terrible had happened.
Then, Yuan Bingqi saw Zhao Yankui stand up from the whetstone and hand the long knife in his hand to the master craftsman Yu Maoming.
Yu Maoming held it in his hands and looked at it carefully. After a long time, he looked up at Zhao Yankui and made a shocking sound.
"With two entropy patterns, there is no doubt that I will be in the seventh grade. If I can improve even half a point more, I may be in the sixth grade!"
Yuan Bingqi listened carefully and was stunned on the spot, lowering the seventh rank? Even touching the edge of the sixth grade?
But what shocked him even more was that the other assistant craftsmen only glanced at it and showed no sign of being excited about this lower-grade seventh-grade weapon.
Instead, they stared at the weapons in the hands of several other blacksmiths and inspected them carefully after they were handed over to them.
After a while, Qiu Weiren took a breath and announced: "An entropy pattern, the eighth grade."
Xu Wenheng followed up and said: "This one is also an entropy pattern, lower than the eighth level."
Lou Fangrong: "This is mine too."
Finally, there was Yuan Gaohao. He raised his only long sword weapon and said loudly: "The eighth grade!"
This was not the end. Several assistant craftsmen followed up by picking up the weapons made by other blacksmiths. After some inspection, they made their final judgments.
"The lower eighth grade."
"The next eight grades." "The next eight grades"
……
There were more than a dozen almost identical voices in succession until no one spoke anymore and the entire testing ground became extremely quiet.
There were no loud cheers or shocked discussions. Everyone seemed to have thousands of words stuck in their throats and didn't know how to make any sound.
Yuan Gaohao seemed to have remembered something. He raised his head and glanced at his nephew, then walked over and asked in a low voice: "How is your weapon making going?"
Then seeing the long knife in Yuan Bingqi's hand, Yuan Gaohao glanced at the dim entropy pattern and sighed softly.
Yuan Bingqi did not answer his words, but looked in the direction of the South Blacksmith Camp, his dark face actually looking a bit pale.
"Uncle, South Blacksmith Camp..."
Yuan Gaohao's eyes were a little unbearable, but he still chose to tell the truth.
"Zhao Yankui used mortal iron to create a lower-seventh-grade weapon, which is almost close to the sixth-grade. There are fourteen more people who have made lower-eighth-grade weapons like you. Several others have made top-grade weapons."
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Danglang——
The crisp sound brought everyone in the East Blacksmith Camp back to their senses. They turned around and saw Yuan Bingqi standing in front of the anvil, his eyes blank.
After many years of practicing the Hundred Refining Method, today I feel blessed even more. The human and the hammer have become one, and I have once again used ordinary iron to create a lower-eighth grade weapon.
This should have been the pinnacle of his glory, and he was promoted to the position of deputy craftsman.
A moment ago, he felt proud. In the entire foundry department, apart from the master craftsman, how many people could compare with him?
Now, he knows the answer.
Fourteen people.
There is another person stronger than him!
At this moment, Yuan Bingqi was almost on the verge of collapse.
After practicing hard for many years, you think you are the best in the four blacksmith camps, but in the end you are not ranked at all?
Seeing him so lost, Yuan Bingqi sighed again, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. Your Hundred Refining Techniques are already quite good, so there is no need to be too harsh on yourself."
Yuan Bingqi looked up at him, with hope in his eyes.
Yuan Gaohao immediately understood what he was thinking, shook his head and said: "There are people watching the whole process, so it is impossible to cheat."
Yuan Bingqi's eyes suddenly darkened. Yes, the master craftsman and the four deputy craftsmen were watching. Who can mess up and who dares to mess up?
But how could it be like this? I only heard that Zhao Yankui could use ordinary iron to make high-grade weapons, so how come he suddenly jumped two levels in a row and reached the lower seventh level?
Yuan Gaohao turned and left. The other blacksmiths in the East Blacksmith Camp looked in the direction of the South Blacksmith Camp, and then looked at Yuan Bingqi, with disappointment in their eyes.
It's really a damn thing that he couldn't even win the first place at the eighth level.
After Yuan Gaohao returned, he cupped his hands at Yu Maoming and said: "The next eight grades."
Yu Maoming nodded slightly, glanced around, and said in a loud voice: "Zhao Yankui's seventh-grade weapon should be the first in this year's regular test! Do you have any objections?"
There was silence all over the place, and the blacksmiths who were too far away to see the situation were now dumbfounded.
Lower seventh grade?
If Yu Maoming hadn't spoken out in person, they would never have believed that there were still people in the four major blacksmith camps who could make such high-quality weapons out of ordinary iron.
You know, to get to the lower seventh rank, you must at least get a military attache like this.
Seeing no one responded, Yu Maoming took a deep breath, and then said loudly: "This year's regular test, South Blacksmith Camp..."
"Zhao Yankui, the leader!"
After a few seconds of silence on the testing ground, earth-shattering cheers and shouts finally rang out.
All the blacksmiths and apprentices in the South Blacksmith Camp jumped up crazily at this moment, clapped their hands, stamped their feet, and shouted to the sky.
The whole world was shaken by it!
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