Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 90 Blacksmithing is a technical job

Although they each joined a guild, they didn't seem to be wrapped up.

You still need to find a place to live every night.

"That's it, brat, go in quickly, someone will come and treat you well."

Ma Hongjun glanced at Xiong Mo Douluo's strange eyes, and asked with a choked voice: "Teacher, why do I feel that your expression is...somewhat malicious..."

"Yeah!" Bear Demon Douluo's eyes sharpened, and he opened his big hand and shouted, "As the captain, in addition to becoming an apprentice, your soul power level must be raised by two levels, otherwise don't blame the old man for being rude!"

The big slap was imprinted on Ma Xiaopang's face, so that his red palm, which had been so hard to get rid of, was attached to his face again.

With a bang, Ma Xiaopang smashed open the gate like a ball and flew in.

"The kid from there dared to trespass on the Iron King Guild!"

Liu Dazhuang, who was forging iron, turned around abruptly, grabbed the flying Ma Xiaopang with his thick bucket arm, and lifted him into his hands.

"That... I'm really sorry, I'm here to be your apprentice, my name is Ma Hongjun." Ma Xiaopang twisted his body, and found that it was of little use, so he had to declare his identity.

"You are Ma Hongjun?"

The unshaven uncle on the side stopped what he was doing and looked at it with surprise.

Ma Xiaopang nodded and said, "That's right, it's me, can you please let this big brother put me down?"

The uncle waved his hand and said: "Okay, Da Zhuang, let him go, this brat will follow us to learn blacksmithing, don't pinch those little arms and legs."

"Good."

Liu Dazhuang let go of his hand, Ma Xiaopang just straightened his clothes, stood there upright, and began to look around.

I saw a crooked sign hanging on the top of the hall. The handwriting was very scribbled. Looking carefully, it seemed to be hand-carved. It could be vaguely seen that the big characters read: Iron King Guild...

"Boy, go on!"

Golmud put down the iron tweezers and hammer in his hand, then wiped the sweat on his hands, grabbed the iron apron beside him and threw it to Ma Hongjun.

"Your task for these three days is very simple, it is to forge iron!"

Golmud is the president of the Iron King Guild. Although the name of their guild sounds loud, there are not many people in it, and the guild is just a simple small workshop, still surviving in an unknown place. in the corner.

"Just strike iron?"

Ma Hongjun's first reaction was that he thought he had heard wrongly, shouldn't he be doing odd jobs?

Just like what is written on TV and in novels, if you want to learn technology, you must first learn to do chores, such as cleaning the yard, washing and cooking... There are a lot of dirty work.

"Why, you haven't even learned the basics of blacksmithing, so you want to start right away?" Golmud looked at him with strange eyes.

"No, grandpa, you were joking."

Ma Xiaopang waved his hands again and again, then quickly put on his clothes, found a stove in the corner, and began to study.

"Old... grandpa...?"

The corner of Golmud's mouth twitched. Although he looked unshaven, he didn't like to trim his sides when he was blacksmithing. He looked like an old man.

But in fact, he is only 46 years old, and he recognizes it when he is called an uncle. How did he become a grandfather here?

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Meanwhile, Ma Xiaopang, who was at the side, had already begun to study it.

Looking at the raging fire in the furnace, Ma Xiaopang tried to pick up a piece of pig iron, put it into the fire, and then carefully stared at the burning flame, and began to observe the changes between the flame and the pig iron.

Regarding this, this kind of experience was something that Ma Hongjun had never experienced in his previous life. Although it was very boring, it was very novel.

Looking at Luotie, which was gradually turning red under the burning of the flame, Ma Xiaopang also tried to control the flame in the furnace so that it could better wrap Luotie and extract its impurities from all angles.

"My martial spirit belongs to fire, and my body already has strong fire resistance. If I use my own flame to burn myself... will it be the same as this piece of pig iron, and the impurities in my body will be calcined out?" ?!?"

Ma Hongjun stared at the pig iron in the stove, his eyes gradually brightened.

"My martial soul is a mutated martial soul. Because the flames are too strong, the evil fire is often difficult to suppress, causing me to lose my mind in battle. From another perspective, is it possible that it is because of my poor health? My own fire attribute martial soul wants to calcine out the impurities in the host's body, so as to enhance the strength of the body..."

Thinking of this, he carefully recalled the previous surges of the evil fire. Although each surge of the evil fire made him very uncomfortable, when the evil fire was suppressed, the body would be much more relaxed, and the cultivation of soul power would be much easier. Also a lot smoother...

Do as soon as you think of it, Ma Xiaopang immediately closed his eyes, carefully feeling the surge of flames in his body...

But just at the beginning, Ma Hongjun couldn't bear it anymore.

As the flames were forced out from the inside out, he felt as if his entire body was about to burn. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead in an instant, and the clothes on his back began to be soaked.

"What's the matter with this kid? It's been a long time since he stood by the stove, and he can't stand it anymore?"

Liu Dazhuang turned his head inadvertently, and saw Ma Xiaopang's strange expression.

The old man Golmud also turned around curiously, seeing Ma Xiaopang's strange appearance, his face was very displeased.

"This is a related household, even if he is poor in talent, I can bear it. If it's a big deal, I can arrange something for him to do casually. But if he comes to learn blacksmithing with such poor health, isn't he afraid of killing him?"

Golmud couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Although blacksmithing is a technical job, the basic body is still necessary. As far as this little guy's physical fitness is concerned, I am afraid that if he persists for a day, he should be almost useless..."

Forget it, give him another place...

Golmud thought about it and was about to walk up to the premise and slip him away, but just a few steps away, he was stopped by a voice that was bigger than him.

"Don't worry about him, you can do your own thing."

The person who came was Xiong Mo Douluo. It turned out that he did not go far away, but hid in the distance to observe every move in the house.

Anyway, as the soul of this team, Ma Xiaopang deserved the number one talent and strength, so he naturally became the focus of Xiong Qishan's attention.

Seeing Ma Hongjun standing there strangely at first, he was also a little curious.

But when he felt the imperceptible subtle fluctuation of soul power, he jumped over sharply, wanting to see what tricks this brat was up to.

However, with the changes in the surge of soul power, Xiong Qishan thought at first that this little guy had gone wrong with the evil fire, but when he felt that the evil fire gradually changed from chaos to regular flow, he understood .

This little monster is deliberately drawing out the evil fire in his body!

Although he didn't know what Ma Hongjun wanted to do, but judging by his expression, as a mentor, he still decided to help a bunch, at least not to let people disturb him, this little thing can still be done.

(End of this chapter)