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

Chapter 142 This gun is a bit heavy

By the time several forge masters arrived at the Southern Blacksmith Camp, Jiang Lin had already started forging the spear.

He used more than 300 kilograms of pig iron. Fortunately, the Hengyu furnace was of the second-grade grade. If it was an ordinary furnace, the inner cavity would be compressed and deformed by the high temperature.

With so much pig iron, it takes longer than usual to burn the fire.

It is even more difficult to take it out and temper it.

However, during the tempering process, the quality continued to improve, and due to the hundreds of levels of refining, more impurities were removed, causing the volume and weight to shrink.

When Yu Maoming and his team arrived, the weight of the pig iron had been reduced to about 280 kilograms.

This is not the limit, the current grade has only increased by less than 10%.

When all the amplification effects reach their limits, it is estimated that only about 200 kilograms will be left.

"The master craftsman is here!" the blacksmith shouted from a distance.

Blacksmith Qi looked up and quickly led people to greet them.

Everyone knows why Yu Maoming and the others are here, just to watch the fun.

Blacksmith Qi said with a laugh, "Master Craftsman, are you here to watch Master Jiang forging iron? If so, you will probably have to come here more often."

"Why are you so proud? It wasn't you who beat him." Zhao Yankui pretended to scold him and asked, "Where is Jiang Lin? Why didn't he come to greet us?"

"Master Jiang is forging a spear, so he has no time to run around." Blacksmith Qi no longer cared whether the master craftsman was happy or not. He was happy to see the appearance of a weapon that surpassed the previous grade. Even if the steward Yan Tianrong came today, he would still protect Jiang Lin!

Yu Maoming didn't care either. He followed the rules, but not this kind of rules.

What's more, Jiang Lin's skills have surpassed his. Even if he has a higher position, what difference does it make? After all, this line of work depends on skills.

When everyone walked into the blacksmith shop, they saw Jiang Lin holding a sledgehammer from afar, with clinking sounds coming from it.

But the huge block of iron on the anvil made them a little frightened.

Blacksmith Qi walked over and reminded, "Master Jiang, the master craftsman and his men are here."

Jiang Lin raised his head and was about to put down the hammer when Yu Maoming said, "Just do your thing. We are here to watch you forge iron."

Jiang Lin looked at them apologetically before continuing with his work.

"This is the long sword made by Master Jiang." Blacksmith Qi took the long sword over as if he were presenting a treasure.

Yu Maoming took it in his hand, glanced at the entropy pattern, and nodded slightly: "It is indeed the upper grade."

He came to the knife-testing stone with the sword in hand, first looked at the two-foot-long stone that had been split in half, then raised the sword and chopped it down with force.

The whetstone was once again cut in half without any suspense, becoming smaller.

The whole process required almost no effort, and several craftsmen looked at it in amazement.

It is really difficult for an ordinary upper-grade sword to achieve this. It seems that the Southern Blacksmith Camp did not lie. This sword is really of the upper-grade level and possesses the power of a precious weapon!

"It's a pity that the monster's ancestral power is not included." Qiu Weiren said.

"To be so sharp, why would we need the power of the ancestral beast?" said Yu Maoming.

Yuan Gaohao said: "It's just a little strange. How can the remains of a second-grade monster be so sharp? Logically speaking, to reach the level of a treasure weapon, no matter the grade or other aspects, it should be something that only the remains of a third-grade monster can achieve."

"Why not?" Yu Maoming said, "There are tens of thousands of monsters in the world, and the monster ancestral power that can be stimulated is countless. Although the second-grade monsters have no ancestral power, it is not surprising that they can give weapons some unimaginable characteristics."

Yuan Gaohao nodded and did not refute.

There are indeed some weapons in history that are not of high quality but have strange properties.

Just like the wild flowers on the roadside, the same seeds may not necessarily produce the same flowers.

Some flowers are always different from others.

"Master Craftsman, can you show me the sword?" Zhao Yankui asked politely.

Yu Maoming couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "You know it was your apprentice who beat you, so why bother pretending to be so hypocritical?"

Zhao Yankui chuckled and took the sword. Yu Maoming walked to the anvil and watched Jiang Lin hammering hard.

It would take more than one or two days for an ordinary person to successfully forge two or three hundred kilograms of pig iron.

Fortunately, Jiang Lin’s control of both strength and power is perfect, and his efficiency is much higher than that of ordinary blacksmiths.

The only downside is that the hammer in my hand is not of high enough quality, otherwise it would be much easier.

Yu Maoming saw it all but said nothing. He just wondered in his mind if there were any better materials left in the Foundry.

Jiang Lin spent the entire day training his spear.

Yu Maoming and others did not leave and stayed in the South Blacksmith Camp for the whole day.

They were reluctant to leave and all wanted to witness the birth of the spear with their own eyes.

Fortunately, Jiang Lin's skills are so high that his efficiency far exceeds that of others.

It was getting dark, and he had finally finished toning his spear.

Knowing that Yu Maoming and others were there, Jiang Lin had no intention of hiding his shortcomings and directly eliminated all the defects.

On the flawless gun body, the eight entropy patterns were exceptionally bright, which made everyone excited and they couldn't wait to take it and take a closer look.

Even Qiu Weiren, who had some conflicts with Jiang Lin before, now admired the young blacksmith.

He turned around and said to Zhao Yankui, "Master Zhao is really lucky to have such a good apprentice."

Zhao Yankui snorted and said, "Envy? If you're envious, go get one too."

Under normal circumstances, Qiu Weiren would have had an argument with him, but today he kept silent.

I am really envious, but where can I get it?

If he could go out and find such a disciple, he would be happy to reduce his lifespan by ten years!
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Yankui reached out and scratched his ears.

He has heard the phrase "I have a good disciple" so many times that his ears are almost callused.

After the spear is hammered, it is quenched and then sharpened.

When the tip of the gun is sharpened, the sharpness comes to your face, as if it can pierce the world with one shot.

Yu Maoming and the others also became excited and immediately took out the three-foot-thick knife-testing stone, expectantly saying, "Master Jiang, come and try it!"

Jiang Lin knew that they had been waiting for a long time, so he smiled and stood in front of the sword-testing stone with a spear in one hand.

After taking a deep breath, he got into position, retreated first, and then lunged forward.

There was no sound until the spear had penetrated the whetstone for a full two and a half feet, then a slight friction sound was heard.

Then, the whetstone was penetrated by a huge force, and the spear tip came out from the other end.

There was a series of "hissing" sounds in the blacksmith shop.

Although they had expected the quality of the spear, the scene before them still shocked everyone greatly.

The spear's penetrating ability already exceeds that of other weapons, otherwise it would not be called the king of all weapons.

But Jiang Lin had never practiced spearmanship, yet he was able to pierce through a three-foot-high knife-testing stone with one spear. His power was too terrifying.

Qiu Weiren was the first to run over and asked excitedly, "Master Jiang, can I see this gun?"

"Of course you can. Master Qiu, please be careful, it might be a bit heavy." Jiang Lin said as he handed over the spear.

Qiu Weiren did see that he used a large piece of pig iron to make it, but since Jiang Lin always held the gun with one hand, he naturally had a wrong understanding of the weight.

A bit heavy? How heavy can it be?

He stretched out a hand to take the gun, but Jiang Lin's hand loosened, Qiu Weiren's eyes widened instantly, and his whole body fell down.

He quickly stretched out his second hand to grab the gun so that it didn't fall directly to the ground.

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