Arad's crooked savior

The clothes he wore today were long-sleeved shirts. After Aisha hugged his arm as a shield, his heart was filled with regret. Why didn't he wear short-sleeved shirts?

The proud and abundant justice has four layers of defense including sleeves, Aisha's coat and underwear, and a protective shield, but when it is attached to the elbow, the unyielding justice can still be felt.

Aisha didn't think there was anything wrong, but she was dressed in tube tops, hot pants, and a fashionable bag. Her calm temperament as a martial artist was gone, and instead she looked like a dazzling fashion girl.

"Teacher, someone is pestering you? Beat him!"

Ye Lin excused himself with a fierce look on his face, and cracked his fingers, making a banging sound. The real purpose was to give his elbow a little range of motion, and rub it a little.

"A good martial arts genius wants to compete with me for verification, but there are some conflicts between male and female fighters. Forget it, I won't tell you this."

Aisha suddenly frowned. This man seemed to have a body filled with lead. He moved extremely slowly, grinding and grinding, taking three steps and stopping one step at a time.

"Go faster!"

"Yes! But mentor, there is a conflict between men and women, so why are you still willing to teach me fighting skills?"

"Because although you are poor, you are also willing to work hard, so I can have a small sense of accomplishment."

The warmth was destined to be only temporary. Aisha led him outside the fighting arena and took the initiative to let go of his arms, making Ye Lin suddenly look lost.

"Why are your sleeves torn?"

Aisha's beautiful eyes were full of weirdness. How could the arm she was holding just now have a long hole in it?

"This is the trend this year, breathable and cool!" He suddenly looked embarrassed, stuttered, and reluctantly found an excuse.

"Oh~ Really~"

Aisha didn't comment on this. She was not as silly and sweet as Mailu, so little tricks could never escape her eyes. However, seeing him in such embarrassment, she found it a bit funny.

A wisp of autumn wind blew up, blowing the ends of Elsa's loose ponytail, swaying on the side of her graceful waist, as beautiful as poetry.

"Master, come, I have something good for you."

"Where to go?"

"Su Nan Workshop!"

The famous blacksmith organization, comparable to the names of masters such as Gu Gulian, is based in a street south of Suran City, where there are blacksmith shops.

Of course, any blacksmith who wants to open a shop on this street must have sufficient qualifications and be recognized by Suran Workshop.

It is not uncommon for blacksmiths to occasionally make mistakes in quenching, forging, etc. out of a careless moment and turn good materials into junk equipment.

But this is absolutely prohibited in Sonam Workshop!

If any blacksmith makes mistakes more than three times, he will be strictly reviewed by Su Nan Workshop again. Of course, if a customer deliberately causes damage, Su Nan Workshop will not be lenient.

And because the martial arts competition has gained the popularity of adventurers, these days, the blacksmith shop of Suran Workshop is at full power, hammers are clanging all day long, and they often work overtime.

Just approaching the blacksmith's shop, the heat was completely different from the cool autumn breeze, and it suddenly transported people to the height of summer, as if the sun was burning like a blazing sun.

Ye Lin was familiar with the road and found the office of Suran Workshop in the middle of the street, which was a blacksmith shop with the largest area.

There is no sign on the outside of this blacksmith shop, and it is nameless, but it is the one that receives the most orders from the royal family. It is said that Kalua, the god of blacksmiths, once forged a teaching weapon here - meditation!

Most of the blacksmiths in the surrounding blacksmith shops are strong, wearing sleeveless shirts, all of them have bronze complexions, and their speech is bold and powerful.

In Xuzu, blacksmithing is a high-paying profession. It is a good job where you can make friends with high-ranking officials and top powerful people.

He led Aisha through the outer door, showed a sign to the apprentice at the door, and then pulled Aisha into the backyard.

There are many fires burning inside, and there are powerful beatings, sputtering out some debris and sparks.

It seemed noisy at first, but once you get used to the environment here, the thick and powerful arms of the blacksmiths and the gradual deformation of the materials under the hammers are full of the beauty of strength.

In the corner of the backyard, Linus, who was holding a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, waved, spit out an irregular circle, and complained: "You kid, you gave us a problem, and it cost us a lot of effort."

"Where are you standing? Come here and help. If you miss the heat, I'll melt you!"

A sudden loud shout made Linus, who was grumbling, extremely angry. He quickly put out his cigarette and went to help.

If it had been someone else who scolded him like this, Linus would have drawn his sword and started a conflict with Linus' hidden strength.

However, the other party was an old man with a slightly chubby body, a red face, and a bit of rosacea. He was none other than the legendary blacksmith of the Bantu tribe, Gu Gulian!

Linus has a good relationship with Renault, a Bantu blacksmith, but he is also Renault's master. Regardless of his age or seniority, he can stabilize his seniority.

A pair of ivory-white jade-like weapons just came out of the furnace. After being calcined for a long time in a roaring fire, there was no trace of blackening on the surface, and no sign of redness.

"Perfect, quench directly!" Gu Gulian nodded and ordered.

Linus carefully held the weapon and slowly placed it into a basin of scarlet liquid. Dense bubbles immediately rolled up on the water's surface, and some light smoke evaporated.

"That's diluted dragon blood..." Ye Lin whispered.

After the weapon cooled down, it was modified by the blacksmith's craftsmanship. The Oriental stick, as white as jade but exuding incredible power, was perfectly born.

Zheng!

Gugulainen pulled out an artifact-level sword from the shelf beside him and slashed it down with the Oriental Staff.

There was a crisp sound, and no trace was left on the surface of the Dongfang stick, but the artifact-grade sword had been broken from the middle.

"Dragon teeth are the base, dragon blood is tempered, and the master manipulates it."

Linus lit a new cigarette for himself and handed the oriental stick to Ye Lin, but he didn't hold it in his hand for a few seconds before passing it on to Aisha.

"Huh? For me?"

Women love beauty by nature, and Elsa is no exception. She fell in love with this pair of oriental sticks at first sight, but she also understood that if the material was really what Linus said, the value would be immeasurable.

"Just think of it as the tuition I gave you. I still have a lot of dragon teeth. I can build you a suit of bone armor. If you don't have enough, I'll break it off to you." Ye Lin spread his hands generously. He heard that Lao Pi eats well in heaven. After drinking well, I gained weight.

Aisha carefully rubbed the jade-like oriental stick, slowly raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled slightly, "I don't want to wear all my teeth."

The Dongfang stick was accepted as a gift, and Ye Lin respectfully greeted several familiar master blacksmiths, as well as Xinda.

"It's a pity, I don't know where that old guy from Xibo is. It's a pity that he doesn't come, Zinda, what do you think." Gugulainen sighed with regret.

He carries the Bantu specialty mare's kumiss with him. Even Xilan, who has never been picky about drinks, can't stand this spicy and weird drink.

"I guess he is still looking for the right materials to build the most beautiful equipment."

The short and thin Sindar does not seem to meet the physical requirements of a blacksmith, but no blacksmith dares to doubt his skills, not only because of his superb skills, but also because of his master, the god of blacksmiths, Kalua.

They were all invited here by Su Nan Workshop, and the purpose was naturally to hold the world's best blacksmith conference just like Lin met in Hutton Mar Square that night!

Due to the mysterious "disappearance" of Kalua and the invasion of Belmare by the Delos Empire, the holding of this blacksmith conference had no choice but to stop a few years ago.

Aisha was still a little confused while holding the Oriental stick. She didn't know the reason for the gathering of these masters. Ye Lin explained: "The masters are planning to hold a blacksmith conference after the Azure Dragon Conference. Aska announced it, which is a hidden surprise. "

Gugulainen originally didn't want to come because he was old and the journey was long, but Suran Workshop was determined and rented a Dornier from the Chamber of Commerce, docked behind the Bantu ridge, and then trekked a long distance To the snow capital of Amroth, this legendary master was invited to take charge.

Linus stretched out his hand and knocked on the basin made of Nian Qi ore, with a look of amazement on his face: "Ye Lin, the dragon blood you gave me is indeed a treasure, but it is also overbearing. Ordinary materials cannot withstand the baptism of dragon blood."

"Heh, you compare mud to divine iron?"

Gugulainen sat aside and smoked his pipe, showing disdain. Part of this pot of dragon's blood would be given to the top few as prizes at the blacksmith conference.

"Okay, boy, take your things and leave quickly. We all stink of sweat. We'll bring you some good materials later."

He waved his hand in disgust. Gu Gulainen was a typical cold-faced and hot-hearted man. He had secretly devoted all his efforts to the future of the Bantu clan and Bwanga's ascension to the position of clan leader.

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A pair of oriental sticks that looked like white jade, the more Aisha looked at them, the more she liked them. They were beautiful in appearance, tough in texture, and fit perfectly in the hand.

With a wave in the air, it seems like a dragon roaring, which can add a bit of pressure to the momentum.

The two of them walked slowly to Feng Ling's house. One felt that the Qinglong Conference was not exciting, and the other felt helpless being pestered by those old men.

"Ye Lin, let's have a fight, shall we?" Aisha suddenly turned her head, her beautiful eyes burning with passion.

"Okay, but I'm not good at it. Teacher, please be gentler."

"No, no, no, I mean, it's a competition of strength, not a skill-based competition. You use a sword, and I use an Oriental stick."