Chapter 93 Are you a monster
From the first to the ninth level of martial arts, most of the people in the army are worthy of the first level, and the second level is qualified to be the commander-in-chief.
A thousand households like Han Shichuan are only in the fourth rank.
It is very rare for an ordinary blacksmith to be able to reach the martial arts level. In the entire foundry department, only the craftsman Yu Maoming has reached the fifth-level fish and dragon realm. It may seem extraordinary, but in fact he is still far from the peak of the ninth-level martial arts.
One can imagine Miao Chuanfu's surprise.
Zhao Yankui and others were awakened, breathing heavily and exhaling a strong smell of alcohol. They came over and asked: "What happened?"
"Someone has broken through to the Fish-Dragon Realm. Do you still have such a master in the South Blacksmith Camp?" Miao Chuanfu asked.
Zhao Yankui was in a daze after hearing this, and was mostly sober from drinking.
Fish and dragon realm?
Isn’t that the same realm as Master Craftsman?
How could there be such a master in the Southern Blacksmith Camp?
Miao Chuanfu seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed slightly: "Could it be the remnants of Xuanhua Dao?"
Zhao Yankui also became nervous. Compared to a blacksmith who had broken through to this level, he believed more that a remnant of Xuanhua Dao had sneaked in.
Miao Chuanfu looked solemn and immediately led the sergeant smelling of alcohol and ran towards the blacksmith shop.
Zhao Yankui gritted his teeth and called to Blacksmith Qi and others to follow him.
If the remnants are really coming to Nan Blacksmith Camp to cause trouble, if I don't do something, I'm afraid I'll be in big trouble later.
When Yuan Bingqi entered the South Blacksmith Camp, he happened to see a group of people swarming towards the blacksmith shop.
He was a little confused, what were these people doing?
Curious, he followed behind.
Not long after, a group of people came to the blacksmith shop. Before they had time to check the situation, they heard familiar and anxious shouts.
"Master Wei!"
Zhao Yankui's heart skipped a beat: "It's Jiang Lin's voice!"
Miao Chuanfu also looked tense, Mr. Wei? Did they encounter Xuanhua Tao thieves?
"Draw the sword!" Miao Chuanfu shouted loudly.
The tense atmosphere made the sergeants wake up quickly. With the sound of clatter, they drew their weapons and got ready to go.
At this moment, a figure rushed out of the blacksmith shop.
His body was strong and well-proportioned, as if made from copper and iron. The powerful aura that hit his face made Miao Chuanfu raise his knife to chop him off without thinking.
Zhao Yankui, who was following behind, saw the face of the figure clearly and couldn't help but turned pale with shock: "Sure the boss to kill him!"
But speaking can't be as fast as wielding a knife, the knife in Miao Chuanfu's hand has already fallen.
It was Jiang Lin who ran out from inside.
He was holding Old Man Wei, who had lost too much blood, in his hands. He couldn't free his hands to resist, so he could only grit his teeth and use his head to catch it.
Miao Chuanfu also realized at this moment that he had chopped the wrong person, and his whole body suddenly became cold.
He gritted his teeth, and his fallen arm made an unbearable clicking sound, as if it was about to be broken by a huge reverse force.
Despite this, the blade still fell on Jiang Lin's head.
Bang——
There was a crisp sound, and the blade bounced off as if it had struck hard copper and iron.
Miao Chuanfu felt a burst of pain from the tiger's mouth, and a powerful rebound force hit him, like a heavy hammer hitting his body.
He couldn't help but step back seven or eight steps, the hand holding the knife trembled, and he looked up with a horrified expression, but he felt that the breath was still like the sound of a war drum, which made people panic.
Seeing Jiang Lin holding Old Man Wei in his arms and standing like a copper tower, Miao Chuanfu couldn't help but curse in his heart.
"Is this the fucking fifth-grade fish-dragon realm?"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Yankui and others hurriedly gathered around: "Jiang Lin!"
Zhao Yankui was horrified as he looked at the young man whose physique had shrunk but whose aura had increased instead of falling. How come this feeling is like looking up to Master Craftsman?
Jiang Lin had no time to be polite to them, let alone the dull pain in his head, and said urgently: "Master Wei has lost too much blood and needs immediate treatment!"
Only then did Zhao Yankui and others notice that Old Man Wei's face was bloodless and he looked like he was in danger.
"What's going on?" Miao Chuanfu also rubbed his wrist and asked.
"I don't know, I opened my eyes and saw him lying next to me," Jiang Lin said.
"If you lose too much blood, you can use Qi and Blood Pills to replenish your blood," Zhao Yankui said.
Jiang Lin smiled bitterly: "No more."
"No more?" Zhao Yankui stopped extending his hand and was a little dazed: "Don't you have nine?"
"Used together with Tiger Soul Pill." Jiang Lin explained.
Zhao Yankui was dumbfounded. He knew that the Tiger Soul Pill needed to be used together with the Qi and Blood Pill, but did he need to use so many nine pills?
Even Miao Chuanfu was shocked: "When you used Tiger Soul Pill, you also used nine Qi and Blood Pills?"
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Seeing Jiang Lin nodding, Miao Chuanfu couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you a monster!"
Others use three at most, but four is the limit. Nine?
Never heard of it!
Looking at the pale old man Wei, Miao Chuanfu seemed to understand something. Could it be that the nine Qi and Blood Pills were not enough, so Mr. Wei used his own blood to top it up?
With a storm in his heart, Miao Chuanfu no longer knew what to say about this young man.
But now it's too late to shock Jiang Lin's incredible physique. The more serious thing is to save Old Man Wei first.
But things like Qi and Blood Pills are not common, and given Old Man Wei's condition, he might not be able to withstand the trouble.
At this moment, a voice came to everyone's ears: "I have Qi and Blood Pills here."
Everyone turned around and saw Yuan Bingqi walking quickly, holding a round pill in his hand.
Zhao Yankui was a little surprised by his arrival, but he immediately stepped forward to take away the elixir.
However, Yuan Bingqi closed his palms and looked at Jiang Lin under Zhao Yankui's puzzled gaze.
"Is it because they can make high-quality weapons because of the iron you burned?" Yuan Bingqi asked.
"How long has it been, and you still ask questions like this? It's more important to save people!" Zhao Yankui said urgently.
Yuan Bingqi was unmoved at all. Even if Miao Chuanfu put the knife on his neck at this moment, he had to ask for the answer first.
Jiang Lin nodded without hesitation: "Yes, the iron I burn is of high quality."
Yuan Bingqi nodded, then threw the Qi and Blood Pill over, and said at the same time: "After saving the person, burn a piece of iron for me."
Jiang Lin took the Qi and Blood Pill in his hand: "Okay."
"Just swallow it!" Miao Chuanfu reminded.
Jiang Lin put Old Man Wei down, opened his mouth, and stuffed the Qi and Blood Pill in.
The elixir immediately turned into rich blood and poured into his body, causing the color on his face to gradually return.
The aura that was originally so weak that it was almost undetectable gradually recovered.
Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Miao Chuanfu lowered his head and glanced at his wrist with faint bloodstains, and couldn't help but ask: "Jiang Lin, what level have you broken through to? Why do you need nine Qi and Blood Pills? And this head is too hard. ”
"If I don't get harder, I'll be split in half by you." Zhao Yankui said angrily.
Although Miao Chuanfu was an eighth-grade military attache, who was infinitely higher than Zhao Yankui, it was normal for Zhao Yankui to feel resentful because his beloved disciple almost died violently.
Miao Chuanfu also understood this and said with a dry smile: "I'm not giving up my strength."
Zhao Yankui didn't pursue it any further. Looking at his apprentice who was "thinner" but whose aura was obviously more energetic, he couldn't help but reach out and hammer him twice.
Bang bang hard!
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