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Chapter 85 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the first soul sword god of Apocalypse!

"Mr. Jiang, I have finally gathered the materials you need."

"You can finally help me build a weapon today."

"Let me tell you, these days..."

A young man ran into the blacksmith shop with an excited face and was chattering away.

However, when he walked into the house and found that there was no one there, he was stunned.

"That's strange, where has Mr. Jiang gone?"

"You're not going to run away, are you?"

The young man's name is Huang Tian, ​​and he is a top student at Lanfeng Academy.

I am just a sophomore this year, and I have already become a level 28 sword soul, with extraordinary talent.

The Mr. Jiang he just mentioned is naturally the owner of the blacksmith shop.

Mr. Jiang's full name is Jiang Wenliang, and he is a rare high-level forging master in Tianqi Continent.

Although he has not become an awakened person, he has a strong talent in forging.

At only 42 years old, he completed the examination to become a senior blacksmith.

The equipment made from his hands has much higher attributes than others.

Therefore, in Tianqi Continent, many people would beg him to forge equipment even if they did not hesitate to pay a lot of money.

This is why he is so aloof and why he charges so much.

I just don’t know why such a peerless master actually moved to Novice Village incognito.

Huang Tian later discovered Jiang Wenliang's astonishing identity through family connections.

Half a month ago, he asked Jiang Wenliang to help him forge a one-handed sword, but unfortunately he was rejected.

But he did not give up. With his thick skin and sharp tongue, he would visit the blacksmith shop regularly every day.

Jiang Wenliang was so annoyed by his various thoughts that he finally relaxed.

But the series of materials he prescribed made Huang Tian dumbfounded again.

This drawing required twice as much material as ordinary drawings, and it took Huang Tian nearly 10 days to put it together.

Today happens to be the day he comes back to deliver the goods.

But as soon as he entered the door, he found that Mr. Jiang was not in the front hall.

Just when he was confused, he suddenly heard a conversation coming from the back hall.

"How did you pass the exam to become a senior blacksmith? Did you send money through the back door?"

“Why can’t I tell the difference between tire die forging and free forging?”

"Sorry, this is my first time hearing these two terms."

"Also when liquid metal is poured, the critical Reynolds number must be greater than 25,000 points, otherwise problems will occur."

"What is the critical Reynolds number? I have never heard of it."

"???"

"As for the choice of combustion accelerant, you should understand."

"I know this. I usually use glow accelerant."

"Glow? No, the catalytic efficiency is too low. At the very least, you have to use phosphorus."

"Is there anything else that can be said?"

After hearing this conversation, Huang Tian was stunned.

Listening to the voices, it was obvious that an old man and a young man were discussing blacksmithing techniques.

Their relationship is very much like that of a master and a disciple.

However, the strange thing is that in this conversation, the young man is teaching the old man a lesson.

What's even more exaggerated is that Huang Tian is very familiar with this old man's voice.

He is none other than Master Jiang Wenliang, whom he has begged for many days.

"What happened to this world?"

"How can any young man scold Mr. Jiang like this?"

"Did I hear that right?"

Huang Tian felt that his world view had collapsed.

Mr. Jiang, who had always had his eyes set above his head, was now being trained to be like his grandson, but he was still pleasant-looking.

Even the more harshly he was scolded, the more excited he felt.

This caused the image he had built in front of Huang Tian of being a peerless master to instantly collapse.

After eavesdropping for a long time, Huang Tian finally couldn't help himself and shouted.

"Mr. Jiang, are you here?"

"I've got the materials together!"

After a while, Mr. Jiang and a young man came out.

Nian's relatives looked dissatisfied, while Mr. Jiang was smiling in apology and his attitude was extremely humble.

When Cheng Qianmo saw Huang Tian, ​​he was stunned.

Huang Tian felt a little unnatural when he was stared at by this gaze.

He thought to himself: "It's too exaggerated for him to be able to guide Mr. Jiang at such a young age."

"Also, what does he want to do when he looks at me like this?"

"There won't be any bad taste."

Huang Tian had always been very confident in his beauty. He suddenly felt a chill on his back and took a few steps back unconsciously.

Of course Cheng Qianmo did not have such a strange habit. The reason why he stared at Huang Tian was because Huang Tian was an old friend of his.

Although he is a time traveler, the interpersonal relationships here are not very different from those in his previous life.

For example, my former best friend Li Hong still exists in this world.

Huang Tian was one of his teammates in his previous life.

Huang Tian in his previous life was the number one Soul Sword God in "Apocalypse", with a level as high as 98!

Soul Sword God is the fifth-level ultimate awakening profession of Sword Soul, and it is very powerful!

Huang Tian is famous all over the world for his superb swordsmanship.

He is thoughtful, calm, and has amazing judgment of the battle situation.

His ability to capture opportunities is even more terrifying to the extreme.

Cheng Qianmo never expected that he would meet his old friend again here.

There is nothing more wonderful than meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

"You can come back another day. I have important things to do today."

At this moment, Jiang Wenliang changed his face again in Sichuan Opera. Instead of being friendly towards Cheng Qianmo, he now regained his arrogant expression.

Huang Tian was anxious now. He had spent a lot of effort to gather the materials.

How long will it take to wait?

Just as Huang Tian was about to speak, he was interrupted by Cheng Qianmo.

"Is he going to forge weapons?"

The old man was completely confused by this sudden question. He didn't know what Cheng Qianmo wanted to do.

Then he nodded and said: "Some time ago, he asked me to forge a one-handed sword."

"Although I promised him at the time, there are more important things to do now."

"Where do I have time?"

When Huang Tian heard this, his heart dropped.

For Jiang Wenliang's sake, he probably won't be able to survive today.

However, at this moment, Cheng Qianmo smiled slightly.

"I almost forgot, I only tested your level of forging equipment before."

"I haven't tested this weapon forging yet."

"Why don't we use his weapons as test questions?"

After Jiang Wenliang heard this, his nose was twisted with anger.

Isn’t this bullying an honest person?

Even a fool can see that Cheng Qianmo is deliberately helping Huang Tian.

If it goes by his temper, he definitely won't do it.

But he has no choice but to ask Cheng Qianmo for help now, and he has to bow his head under the eaves.

What's more, after a day of contact, he discovered that the young man in front of him had extremely advanced thinking.

I have never heard of the various forging ideas he just proposed.

This invisibly opened a door for him to become a master blacksmith.

He has stayed as a senior blacksmith for ten years.

Now that we finally see hope, how could we give up?

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

"As long as I can participate in the production of that 'artifact', it's no problem!"

When Huang Tian heard the word artifact, he instantly got goosebumps.

Xindao saw that the man in front of him who was slightly younger than himself was indeed a hidden boss.

But when he thought that this big boss, whom he had never met before, would take the initiative to help, he was a little scared.

"Is this some peerless strong man who has rejuvenated his youth?"

"Isn't he attracted by my beauty?"

Huang Tian, ​​who was extremely narcissistic, thought so.

[Author's digression]: There are still 2 hours before the end of the second round. I finally ask for a vote! I just want to last for the third round. Dear readers, can you help me realize my dream! Thank you very much!


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