He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 117 Can you withstand this arrow?

Jiang Lin felt that he had done his best to reduce the psychological pressure on his brother-in-law.

But he still underestimated the oppressive effect of the fifth-grade ironware on a folk blacksmith.

Wang Hua did not doubt his brother-in-law's words. Although he had never been to that kind of place, he had always yearned for it.

But the problem is, it might be true that this middle fifth grade is very common in the blacksmith camp, but there are probably not many people who can forge a middle fifth grade hammer after just a few months in the blacksmith camp?

At this time, Jiang Lin picked up the small hammer again, and Wang Hua saw the same four entropy patterns on the hammer at a glance.

The corner of his eye twitched and he subconsciously glanced at the other pieces of iron.

What he saw made him a little distraught.

Wang Hua had not recovered until Jiang Xiu dragged him back to rest and he lay on the bed.

Jiang Xiu also noticed her husband's strangeness and asked, "What's wrong with you? Is my ironmaking good?"

Wang Hua smiled bitterly. It was more than good. It was simply...

I really don't know what words to use to describe him, a man who can't even forge a low-grade iron tool.

After a while, Wang Hua said quietly: "Sister, your brother..."

"What's wrong?"

In the darkness, Wang Hua's voice sounded a little dull.

“That’s incredible.”

"Of course, he's my brother." Jiang Xiu laughed.

Although she thought her younger brother was very capable, her understanding of him was limited to this superficial level.

Wang Hua suddenly felt depressed. He had a lot of things in his mind, but he didn't know who to talk to.

It seemed like no one in this family could understand how he felt right now.

It's like a person passing by a temple, going in to worship the statue, but others don't understand why he is worshiping the statue.

It's just made of clay, and I've never heard of its origin.

This feeling is really suffocating.

The next day.

Jiang Lin finished his breakfast early in the morning and continued to exercise.

It was already evening when the whole set of iron tools was completed.

Looking at the blacksmith shop which had expanded by one third, was cleaner and tidier, and contained a complete set of middle-grade fifth-grade ironware, Wang Hua felt a little numb.

Originally Jiang Lin wanted to cast another furnace, but when he saw that the space in the shop was too small, he gave up.

Anyway, Wang Hua didn’t use a stove on weekdays, but a pool made of mud.

The advantage of this most common clay material is that it can withstand relatively high fire temperatures, but its disadvantage is that it is prone to cracking and cannot effectively remove more impurities.

But for Jiang Lin, this defect is not a big deal.

Anyway, he had no intention of making weapons of too high quality for those people in the martial arts world. Under the current conditions, as long as they were not higher than medium quality, they should be able to handle it.

A day later, Jiang Lin spent some money to buy a piece of beef tendon and found a good wooden stick to make a longbow.

After making some arrowheads with pig iron, he made more than a dozen feather arrows.

Jiang Xiu came over curiously to take a look and asked, "Brother, what are you going to use this bow and arrow for? Are you going to go hunting?"

"You can use it for hunting or self-protection. It's better to be prepared." Jiang Lin explained.

Wang Hua vaguely guessed the purpose of the bow and arrow, but he hoped that he would not have to use it.

When they finished all these things, it was already noon and the man finally came back with thirty or forty people around him.

Some are tall, some are short, some are fat, some are thin, some are old, some are young, some are male, some are female.

Most of them looked at this side curiously, with scrutinizing and somewhat suspicious eyes.

Especially when the man pointed at Jiang Lin and introduced him as the master blacksmith who could forge top-grade weapons, there were more questioning looks.

Although you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the depth of the sea, judging people by their appearance is still an instinct. The reason why I came here is more to join in the fun.

If it's true, that would be the best. If it's false, there's no loss.

A man with a face full of flesh and a machete over a meter long on his shoulder looked at Jiang Lin and said, "Boy, can you really forge a high-quality weapon?"

Jiang Lin ignored him and only looked at the man at the beginning and asked, "Have you explained the rules to them?"

"I've explained it clearly." The man nodded quickly.

The man carrying the machete was very unhappy when he saw that he was being ignored.

He was already skeptical. How could someone so young be able to forge a low-quality weapon so easily? He was afraid that he had been cheated.

He immediately picked up the machete in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Boy, didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Jiang Lin then looked at him and said, "If you don't believe me, you can leave. If you stay, you need to sign and seal your name, and pay your wages first. If you get a high-quality weapon but don't do anything, I will give the wages to the ghostwriter, regardless of whether you live or die."

The so-called ghostwriter in the underworld is a bounty hunter in the previous life.

When you get paid for something, you should be trustworthy.

The sturdy man felt even more upset after hearing this. How dare a young boy use the title of ghostwriter to scare people?
He raised the machete in his hand and pointed it at Jiang Lin. He sneered and said, "If I don't believe it, I won't leave."

The man from before suddenly frowned and said, "Huang Xisi, what are you doing? Put down the knife, or I will be angry with you."

Jiang Xiu held Wang Hua's arm and looked worriedly at the blacksmith shop.

Not far behind them, Jiang Qingguang and his wife, one holding a shovel and the other holding a pickaxe, stared at this side with nervous expressions.

Is the thing you've been worrying about finally going to happen?
My son is confused. Many people in the underworld are unreasonable and have no rules. How can you do business with them?

Jiang Lin had already anticipated such a situation.

He didn't say much, but reached out to pick up the longbow beside him and put a feather arrow on it.

The sturdy man's face changed slightly, and he clenched his machete tightly, but he still stiffened his neck and said coldly: "If this arrow doesn't kill me, I want your head!"

Jiang Lin said nothing, and the direction of the arrow moved towards a big tree not far away.

The longbow in his hand was pulled to perfection and he let go.

[Skill 4: Archery Lv1 (Proficiency 3/30)]

boom--

The cow tendon bowstring bounced back fiercely, and the feather arrow made a sharp "whoosh" sound and shot out in an instant.

boom--

The second sound was very heavy.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to be shocked.

I saw that the arrow was deeply embedded in the tree, which was only a dozen meters away and as thick as two people's arms. Only a small part of the tail was exposed.

The surface of the tree trunk was shaken open by the huge force, large pieces of bark were shattered, and an area as big as a washbasin was clearly visible.

Both the man holding the machete and the others were horrified.

Isn’t the power of this arrow too strong?
Such a hard tree trunk was almost shot through, what would happen if it hit a person?

Wouldn't that mean a big hole would have to be opened immediately?
The sturdy man turned around and saw the black arrow pointing at him again.

This time, the bow and arrow did not move away, only Jiang Lin's cold voice reached his ears.

"My head is not that easy to take, but your life is very easy to take."

The sturdy man was not a good person either. He had taken several lives and his martial arts skills had reached the fourth level.

But faced with such a powerful arrow, he had no confidence of being able to dodge it, let alone survive.

He was sweating all over, and his hands holding the machete were shaking slightly.

But I kept cursing in my heart.

Damn Tian Daheng, you only said he was a master blacksmith, but you didn't say his arrows were also so powerful!
This is really going to kill me!
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