Jinyang City plays an important role in Nanjun.

It is not only because it is a key road between north and south and a place where heavy troops guard, but also the most famous military forging center within the entire Nanjun and even within 3,000 miles of the surrounding area!

The Tianwu Army Weapons Supervision is located here.

Jinyang did not face Xingluo River, but was facing another river called Pushui!

Many military masters of the Tianwu Dynasty once said: Pushui is refreshing and powerful, and it can be said to be the essence of the great Jin Yuan.

The weapons created by quenching Pushui are so cold that they are so cold that they blow their hair and break their hair.

Therefore, many craftsmen with excellent skills chose to settle here.

Over time, the three major urns in the southeast corner of Jinyang have become famous gathering places for casting and forging masters.

The exquisite forging of soldiers and armor has also become a specialty for Jinyang to sell the world.

Apart from those practicing sects that started with forging, all warriors in the world are proud of having Jinyang weapons.

When Qin Yin led Bi Fang into the second wall city, the burning heat wave came to his face in an instant.

And Bi Fang suddenly felt excited.

"The air here is hot, it's really a good place for this Saint to rest!"

The fat croaker sighed with emotion, unable to stop looking at him.

In Qin Yin's sight, the burly casting and forging masters were swinging hammers one after another.

Sweat like pulp, but everyone's face is just focused.

The sound of forging was endless.

Mars were shot down from the hammer, rendering it into an ocean of iron and fire.

The merchants who came here specially selected their favorite forging shops, while the gangsters in strong suits looked at the stalls and tried their weapons.

The noise of the crowd and the sound of wrought iron mixed together, setting the atmosphere here with great enthusiasm.

Bi Fang looked at it enthusiastically for a while before he remembered what he seemed to be asking.

"Hey, I forgot to ask, what are you doing here?"

"The sixth-level eighteenth grade of weapons, ordinary, treasure, spirit, holy, heaven, god."

"Your dagger, no matter the evil-breaking function of breaking evil, is enough to be included in the middle of the treasured soldiers. Compared with the mortal soldiers, you are already considered a magic weapon, so why do you still come here to see through the rubble of copper and iron?"

Bi Fang commented casually, raising his wings to give Qin Yin some advice on those shops that were not as good as it was, such as the shops that had the most people there.

"For example, that shop looks pretty good, I guess it's only..."

The merchants' loud guidance came from the side, "Did you see that treasure soldier shop? At the lowest, they are all inferior treasure soldiers..."

Bi Fang's second half of the sentence instantly got stuck and his old face turned black.

Qin Yin glanced at Fat Quezi with sympathy, but did not continue to take advantage of the situation.

"I'll buy a knife. The Langya dagger is just a surprise weapon, especially in Jinyang. If you can, try not to take action."

"Why buy a knife? You said that kind of heavy and heavy thing? Don't you think it's strange that you suddenly use a knife?" Bi Fang was confused.

"I haven't seen me use it, it doesn't mean I can't. What's more, what I need is this contrast."

Qin Yin looked around slightly and continued to speak: "Jinyang is one of the Yongye strongholds. If I want to walk in the world as the Yongye Assassin, then I must change my characteristics and never let those who are interested combine their disguised identity with their real identity."

"and……"

Qin Yin's voice paused slightly because he finally saw a deserted blacksmith shop.

“…It’s easier to chop people or use a knife.”

With the last sentence, Qin Yin strode towards the shop.

"What I said is really damn, it makes sense." Bi Fang muttered.

After getting closer, I saw that the walls of the bluestone workshop were quite dilapidated and no one took care of the dry weeds.

The moss dried by high temperatures rose and turned yellow in the dark.

There is a thick layer of soil ash on the ragged straw shed.

What's more, no one was in the straw hut for iron.

No wonder no one came to ask about business.

"Qin Yin, you have such a good vision. This shop is amazing." Bi Fang gloated and said, "I chose a shop without anyone."

"Someone." Qin Yin said calmly.

Because there is no one's shop, it is impossible to put dozens of weapons out and sell them.

On the earthen platform in front of the straw shed, there were a bunch of weapons in a skewed manner.

The main focus is swords and occasionally there are two short-strikes.

"Nonsense, no one at all." Bi Fang said without believing in evil.

"Is there a master here?" Qin Yin walked directly to the straw shed and shouted aloud.

"I just said that there is no one at all..." Bi Fang murmured in a low voice.

"I said, boy, are you a human-like cardigan selling?" A figure suddenly stood up from behind the earth platform, scaring Bi Fang so much that he quickly shut up.

Qin Yin didn't notice that the founder of the shop was lying behind the earthen platform to sleep.

"I will not sell my pets." Qin Yin waved his hand, and Bi Fang on his shoulder nodded desperately, while looking at the middle-aged man with an angry look on his face.

When he heard that he didn't sell, the sloppy man yawned and said indifferently: "I am the casting master of this shop, I only make swords and swords. If you like these weapons, please ask me for a quote."

"Don't think these things are so messy and bad. I, Fan Yunhai, have always only accepted customized deals from big customers. These are all forged in those big orders, but the worst one is also the most common soldier."

After saying that, Fan Yunhai picked up a sheathless lancet knife and slashed it at a pile of bluestones next to him.

This hand was as fast as lightning, and it split the five-foot-high pile of bluestones directly from it.

It was a hard rock containing mixed iron. The cut surface was neat and smooth without any roughness.

"Hiss!" Bi Fang's little eyes were round, and it was actually out of sight.

However, when this hand was revealed, Fan Yunhai did not see the surprise or surprise in the eyes of the boy in front of him.

Instead, he saw Qin Yin frowning slightly, picked up and put down his weapons.

"What? I don't look down on it."

"It's just too light, it's just that." Qin Yin put down a thickened geese-winged knife and said casually.

This time, even Fan Yunhai frowned. The geese-winged sword is commonly known as the golden-backed large ring sword. In terms of weapons like swords, it is notoriously heavy and amazing.

This is his skill of forging 4,700 pieces, and his sharp blade was quenched with pudding water, and his knife sank thirty-one pounds.

This thing is enough to break the armor with one knife, because the slash is too heavy and no one is used by ordinary warriors.

The serious spiritual practitioners all pursue treasure soldiers forged with cold iron.

Except for the strong men in the army and the powerful horse bandits in the mountains, who would use this thing?

What's more, it's not that Fan Yunhai looked down on Qin Yin.

The importance of holding a weapon and the importance of using a weapon are completely different concepts.

People with a thousand pounds of punches may not be able to use such weapons as smoothly.

Just a boy who seemed to be not as tall as the crown, he said that the weapon was too light and too tender.

"Ha... It's interesting. It's rare for so many years that people have come to play with me Fan Yunhai." The sloppy man narrowed his eyes and his tone was a little unkind.

Qin Yin pointed to the pile of mixed iron ore bluestone and asked, "Can you try the knife?"

"Yohe."

Fan Yunhai was so happy that he directly pulled open the bamboo railing and signaled Qin Yin to come in, then stood by and sneered.

Qin Yin picked up the goose-winged knife again and walked to the five-foot-high pile of miscellaneous ore, standing firm.

When the boy's wrist flipped, Fan Yunhai's pupils suddenly shrank.

Qin Yin stepped forward and flirted with his sword. In front of him, he looked like a swallow's feather dance.

Three swords are slashed over and over again within one breath!

Lung-step knife is attached to the back.

The pile of bluestones has not moved.

But Fan Yunhai's eyes were almost solemn.

He looked at Qin Yin's young side face and stepped forward to pick up the bluestone at the top.

With a lighter palm, he only lifted half of it.

His eyes moved down, with three thin marks flattened the stone pestle and cut it into three layers!

With a casual throw, the geese-winged knife was thrown back to the earthen platform.
Chapter completed!