Qing Yi was anxious to express himself, so after discussing with No. 8 for a while, he went to the forging practice ground.
The Green Snake Palace is the place where equipment is purchased for the Snake Clan, and it is also the site for competitions in front of the palace. It has all the forging facilities inside.
Qing Yi was going to practice all night. He was already at the second level of the Body Realm and needed very little time to rest. He wanted to forge equipment of average mortal quality before the competition in front of the palace.
Tsing Yi is not the only one in the practice field, the fine blacksmiths are here to compete. They also need practice to coordinate their hand feel and improve their condition.
Qing Yi is among a group of fine blacksmiths, but what he builds is ordinary equipment.
The blacksmiths didn't pay attention to him at first, but as time passed, people noticed him.
"He is creating a mortal product? Is there any competition for mortal products in Green Snake Hall?"
"Maybe it's the cultivators in the temple who are studying. I've never seen this person before."
"Studying? It's no wonder. I think his forging method seems pretty good, but he lacks practical experience. As long as he practices more, his level will soon improve."
Qing Yi has taken off his disguise, he is no longer Nalan Jingxiong, so even the fine blacksmiths at the scene cannot recognize him.
No one thought that much about it, and the initial curiosity was slowly diluted over time.
Late at night, everyone was leaving to rest. Seeing that Qing Yi was still continuing, they all had a look of admiration in their eyes.
"Yes, with such energy, you will be successful sooner or later."
"I remember when I was an apprentice. Wasn't I full of energy at that time?"
"Hey, little brother, work harder, I'm optimistic about you!"
When Qin Shuo first met Qing Yi, Qing Yi was a young man approaching middle age.
But he broke through from the Fusion Realm to the Fusion Realm, his lifespan was greatly extended, and his face completely returned to his youthful state.
Except for Qin Shuo, the fine blacksmiths who participated in the competition in front of the palace were all mortals.
With their mortal bodies, they have trained to the level of elites. To be honest, they are no longer young. The two oldest ones are already over seventy years old.
Therefore, it is not excessive for them to call Qing Yi "little brother".
Moreover, they couldn't recognize Qing Yi and thought that Qing Yi was a cultivator from the Green Snake Hall. The youth of cultivators are very different from the youth of mortals.
Even if all these mortal blacksmiths die, their bones turn to ashes, and their grandchildren become grandfathers, Qing Yi will still look like the young man he is today.
Therefore, there is still a long time before Qing Yi can learn blacksmithing. It is reasonable for everyone to think that he is a young talent.
A blacksmith with a kind face came to Qing Yi. He patted Qing Yi on the shoulder and said, "Brother, that's about it. Overdoing it will damage your muscles. It's very late now. Go rest first and come back tomorrow."
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Qing Yi didn't even pay attention to that person.
The man was not angry. He thought Qing Yi was so focused that he had forgotten his feelings and self. On the contrary, he appreciated her even more.
He came to the forging table and picked up the finished product made by Qingyi. The inferior ordinary products were different from the fine ones. The fine ones could only be inspected with iron pillars, but the lower ones could only be distinguished with the naked eye.
The man nodded, put it down, and picked up a second handful. He looked at it carefully and frowned slightly.
Qing Yi started forging at noon, and he had five or six finished products.
The man looked at each item one by one, with a look of surprise gradually appearing on his face.
At this time, most of the blacksmiths were ready to take a rest, and more and more people were surrounding Qing Yi.
Watching others forge is also a way to take a break, brag about your skills, criticize other people's works, and have a certain stress-relieving effect.
Therefore, more people are watching Qing Yi's works, and more people have surprised looks on their faces.
"Is this...progress visible to the naked eye?"
"Yes, the first one just touched the threshold of medium, but the second one showed signs of being medium?"
"It's true, every move is making progress, every move has one or even two more traces!"
"According to this progress, won't he be able to hit the mid-level mortal level before the competition in front of our palace?"
"More than just impact, I think he can even achieve it!"
"A genius, he just touched the threshold with his first work, and he can break through in less than three days?"
"According to his progress, it will not take more than a year for him to reach his current level, and it will take him less than three years at most to reach the top level!"
"More than that? I even think that he can achieve a masterpiece within ten years! No! He only needs nine years at most!"
"A masterpiece achieved in nine years! What kind of genius is this? Are all practitioners so awesome?"
"Cultivation only helps magic blacksmiths, and the improvement of our spiritual blacksmiths depends entirely on our own forging talent!"
"What a bastard! If he had practiced a few years earlier, would there be any suspense in this competition in front of the palace?"
Generally speaking, ordinary equipment cannot catch the eye of a fine blacksmith.
But Qing Yi just used his rapidly improving forging talent to shock a group of elite blacksmiths.
Qing Yi hammered down again, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had long heard the blacksmiths' discussion, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.
He threw it away casually, and another dagger fell to the edge of the stage.
Qing Yi's arrogant attitude aroused the dissatisfaction of some blacksmiths, but when everyone took a closer look at the newly forged dagger, they were horrified again.
"Is this... half a step in the middle?"
"Compared to the best one before, it's not a tiny bit of improvement!"
The blacksmiths collectively lost their temper,
Tsing Yi is arrogant, but people do have the ability to be arrogant.
At least when the fine blacksmiths were at this stage in Qingyi, they would never be able to make such rapid progress as in Qingyi.
Seventeen was standing not far in front of Qing Yi. She watched a group of old blacksmiths stunned by Qing Yi's progress. Their expressions of satisfaction were even greater than when she was praised!
Someone started to love talents, patted Qing Yi on the shoulder, and suggested: "Brother, how about learning from me? After all, I have been an old blacksmith for decades. With my teachings, your progress will be at least as fast as It can be improved by 10%.”
Another person slapped the palm on Qing Yi's shoulder with one hand: "Brother, don't listen to him, he is just a scumbag. If you learn from me, your progress speed can be increased by at least 10%... that 1 and a half percent!"
These people are actually just trying to gain fame. With an outstanding disciple like Qing Yi, their reputation in Chu Beicheng will definitely increase significantly.
As for improving Tsing Yi's progress speed? Go to sleep, they can't even reach Tsing Yi's progress speed themselves.
Number 8 is not far away,
Shi Qi came here with her husband,
The purpose of No. 8 is to protect Qing Yi. He is afraid that Qin Shuo will send bodyguards to kill him again.
Therefore, the fact that Tsing Yi was praised by many fine blacksmiths was beyond No. 8's expectation, and Tsing Yi's progress also made him slightly moved.
"Qing Yi... Qin is good at it... I don't seem to have to worry too much."