Lifting the partition curtain, the old man walked into the front hall, glanced at the two people in the lounge, and felt increasingly dissatisfied.
Although Oscar is still a strong person in the eyes of ordinary people.
But for most blacksmiths, they still look very thin.
Is it undoubtedly a foolish dream to think of reaching the level of an intermediate blacksmith in just one month?
If it weren't for what the middle-aged man said before, it had some effect.
I'm afraid this old man is going to blast Oscar and the two out of the blacksmith shop.
Walking into the lounge with a gloomy expression, the old man looked at Oscar who was sitting there and said somewhat rudely.
"You want to learn blacksmith skills?"
The tone was also very rude. Oscar frowned and looked sideways at the old man's gloomy face, feeling a little displeased in his heart.
Clay figures also have a bad temper, let alone Oscar?
From reading the notice to now, everyone seems to be more or less discriminating against Oscar's "thin" appearance.
This made Oscar very unhappy.
"What? I can't learn this blacksmithing skill?"
Oscar did not immediately answer the old man's words. Oscar blew the hot air on the tea noodles and took a sip. Then he stared coldly and said in a cold tone.
For a moment, the air fell into an eerie silence.
The two of them looked at each other in the air, and countless sparks of collision seemed to flash out where their eyes intertwined.
"Grandpa!"
After running past in a hurry, the young man called out to the old man with a breath of breath.
After hearing the call, the old man calmed down a little and stood there motionless without saying a word.
Sensing the chilly atmosphere in the room, the young man smiled bitterly in his heart, made an apologetic gesture towards Oscar, and said with some embarrassment after ironing.
"This is my grandfather, master blacksmith Liu Ren. If I have offended you just now, please forgive me!"
Not wanting to embarrass the young man, Oscar said coldly.
"Already said?"
Oscar's tone was still a little cold, so the young man answered bravely.
"Hmm!"
After looking at the old man, Oscar said expressionlessly.
"Then it seems the result is not good!"
Not knowing how to answer, the young man could only stand there blankly.
"I didn't say I won't teach you, but blacksmithing is a skill that focuses on practical combat! Even if I teach you step by step, you can't ask me to help you swing the hammer, right?"
In order to ease the young man's embarrassing situation, the old man explained with some reluctance.
"It's not that I don't want to teach, but with your small body and having to rest after a few swings, you won't be able to teach much in that day!"
"If you want to participate in the blacksmith competition in a month, that is even more impossible."
Striding forward, the old man walked to the sofa opposite Oscar and sat down in a majestic manner.
Then he raised his arms as thick as decades-old tree trunks on the table.
"Boy, I only use 50% of my strength. As long as you can arm-wrestle, you can beat me! Even if it's a gold soul coin, we will teach you the blacksmithing skills seriously!"
Hearing the conditions proposed by his grandfather, the young man was shocked and immediately whispered to Oscar.
"You should go back today! Tomorrow! Tomorrow, my father and I will definitely convince my grandpa to teach you blacksmithing knowledge seriously!"
Oscar opened his mouth and was about to say something.
The old man's voice sounded again.
"Why don't you dare?"
As he spoke, a dazzling light flashed through the old man's cloudy eyes.
Ah!!!
The young man roared with incompetence in his heart, others are cheating his father and his master.
Why did you end up cheating your grandson?
How can anyone open a shop and provoke customers?
You drove the guests away, but nothing happened to you. What about me? I was afraid that I would be beaten to death by my father!
Just when the young man was hysterical, a relaxed and confident voice came from his ear.
"As you wish!"
Oscar stretched out his hand and looked ready to go.
The young man only relaxed for a moment and then picked it up again.
His grandfather was a powerful soul master with the strength of a Soul King. Even ordinary soul emperor-level non-power soul masters may not be his opponent in terms of strength.
The young man in front of me does not look like he is twenty years old, even though his grandfather only used 50% of his strength.
I’m afraid there’s no chance of victory!
"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!"
Seeing Oscar's confident look, the old man who originally wanted to make him give up could not help but secretly complain in his heart.
"Forget it, save some face for him, and put some water on it later..."
Soon, their hands of different sizes came together, and the old man gave instructions to the young man.
Start concentrating immediately and wait for it to begin.
"How about you still..."
Seeing Oscar's confident and not nervous appearance, the young man couldn't help but speak again.
But before he could even speak, Oscar stopped him with a stop gesture.
Seeing that Oscar's attention was already fixed, the young man could not say anything more.
He just looked pitifully toward the old man.
"Hurry up and start! Stop grinding around here!" Ignoring the young man's pitiful eyes, the old man patted his other hand and urged.
Knowing that he was doomed at night, the young man's expression suddenly withered.
"Three~~~"
"Two~~~"
"One~~~"
"Start~~~"
With a weak final sound, the young man loosened his grip on their hands.
The struggle between the two also begins at this moment.
"Hey, why didn't this old man use any force?"
Feeling the old man's weak strength, Oscar was filled with doubts.
Being discriminated against by an old man before made Oscar very unhappy. He had already made plans to tease the old man.
Just when he was about to win, he suddenly unleashed his strength and defeated him to the bone.
But this situation now... actually makes Oscar a little confused.
Just when Oscar was wondering, the old man's disdain for Oscar became even more intense.
I originally thought that this guy was not very strong, but he should have some strength at least. Now it seems that Oscar is just a showman.
Originally, I wanted to save some face for him, but now it seems that there is no need for that.
Losing interest in procrastination, the old man immediately began to increase his efforts.
......
Five minutes later.
The old man's eyes were full of solemnity.
At this time, he no longer despised the young man in front of him.
At this moment, he has already used half of his strength.
But the result... still couldn't win, and looking at Oscar's relaxed and calm appearance, it seemed that he still had some energy left.
"How could this guy... Zeng... be so powerful? Does this guy have the strength of the Soul Sect?"
A drop of sweat slipped from the old man's forehead. At this moment, his heart was extremely shocked.
Seeing the two people "stalemate", the young man's originally despairing and lifeless eyes regained some of their energy.
"Could it be that...this guy...is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?"
After asking himself, the young man immediately rejected this answer.
All kidding aside, even half the power of a powerful Soul King Soul Master cannot be compared to other types of Soul Masters.
The man in front of me looks like he is less than twenty years old. How can he have the strength of the Soul Sect?
If you really have this ability, why should you learn blacksmithing skills?
Wouldn't it be better to directly cultivate to a titled Douluo?
Thinking of this, the young man was also confused.
Could it be that grandpa listened to what his father said, and his previous statement was just to protect his face, so he deliberately set up a test for show?
After thinking about this, a light burst out from the young man's eyes.