Commanding Wind and Cloud

The fire-eye metal in the desert, the fire-eye metal in the magma with the power of lightning, and the flame metal in the sea... Looking at the different types of flame-type metals on the table with enthusiasm, it is no wonder that whether it is the notes of the ancestors or the textbooks of the college, it is said that powerful fighters are monsters that devour money.

At this price just for the materials, if a soul weapon is really forged, and it is suitable for a warrior who is almost a saint, 20 million? That's just the reserve price. If you really want to buy it, you'll be lucky if you can get it for 40 million.

"How? When will you start forging? What other tools do you need? I'll get it for you! If anyone doesn't sell it, they'll grab it! I'll grab it too!"

Looking enthusiastically at Fabredis's eyes that were almost fire-breathing, it was the first time that this city guardian, who had always been calm, would lose his composure today. How could a soul soldier be forged by just forging?

"Uncle, I'm a master forging master, but I still don't know what a soul soldier is. How do you ask me to forge it for you?" He shrugged his shoulders vigorously: "I always have a general impression, and get some common metals, simulate forging a few times, and practice my hands?"

Fabredis patted his forehead again and again: "You're right, I'm too anxious. Why don't we go to Eternal City immediately? There, an auction meeting is held every month, and you should be able to buy the needed notes."

"No rush, no rush, this is the beginning of the month." Motivation shook his head lightly, secretly calculating that the saber in his hand was made when he first became a blacksmith, and now the forging ability has been greatly improved compared to two years ago, and he is already a master forging. When the time comes to see if there is any good metal at the auction, he will also buy it to improve the quality of the saber.

Enthusiasm looked again at the three Fentu Kuangge who accompanied him to commit crimes and murders not long ago. The Buer Gun that breaks the wind needs to be completely reforged.

Fentu Kuangge and Check Fleet don't even have fighting soldiers. If there are rare metals to sell at the auction, try to buy them all!

Buy them all? Motivation looked at the metals on the table again. Although such expensive metals may not be available at the auction, even rare metals are expensive. The 500 gold bars I got from the Demon Race last time, if used to eat, drink and live, will be enough for a lifetime, but if you buy rare metals...

For the first time, Qian Jin discovered that the original value of 50,000 gold coins is really nothing in front of rare metals. At least for the metals on the table in front of him, 50,000 gold coins are not enough to buy a small corner, so he must find a way to earn more gold coins.

"Auction meeting... Auction meeting..." The vigorous fingers tapped on the table: "If you can buy it, you can also sell it... Should I sell something? Fighting soldiers? Potion? Or mysterious potion? Or just get a handful of elementary magic fighters with inscriptions and sell them?"

In the quiet hall, everyone was startled when they heard the low-pitched self-talk, and Fabredis even asked, "What did you just say?"

"Oh." Motivation came back to his senses: "I'm thinking about whether to make something before the auction, sell something to earn some money, and upgrade my equipment."

"You just said, the mysterious potion? There are also junior magic fighters with inscriptions?" Fabredis felt that the shock of his life had been consumed by the energy in front of him.

The dignified three war heroes, what have you not seen? Fabredis once thought that even if the contemporary great devil appeared in front of him wearing the World War Armor and holding the World Destroying Demon Spear, his mentality would be as calm as water, but he didn't expect that he almost jumped up when he was startled by a few words of motivation.

Mysterious potion? Known as the mysterious pharmacy that only lunatics can study? Will you be motivated? Inscription! It is also a subject so profound that it can drive people crazy, listening to the vigorous self-talk, it seems that he knows something about this thing? Potions, mysterious potions, forging, inscriptions, warriors... what does he want to do?

"Inscription Apprentice, Mysterious Potion Apprentice." Mo Jin smiled: "I have not yet started the two disciplines."

Fabredis is just silent. Whether it is an inscription or a mysterious potion, it requires extremely high talent. The memory alone is enough to keep countless people out of the door, even if it is just an apprentice. It is amazing.

"No two, I'll write a list, you can buy as much as you can according to the above materials." Motivatedly grabbed the quill pen on the table, dipped it in the ink, and quickly wrote on the paper: "It doesn't matter if you can't buy it, buy all you can buy, and use the gold bars first."

Five hundred gleaming gold bars were piled up on the long table, and Fabredis's heart skipped a beat when he saw them. These are also gold bars worth tens of thousands of gold coins. Where did this kid get so much money from?

"Haha! My Bu Er Gun, it seems that I have a chance to improve it." Duan Feng Bu Er packed up the gold bars and looked up at the other two: "I said, are you still here to help?"

Three people, five hundred gold bars, all put into the carriage.

Fabredis looked at the three people who left, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably. It seemed that these three people were really going to sweep the shops in Oakland City.

Fifty thousand gold coins! Fortunately, there are two blood warriors, and the other one is also a demon warrior. Otherwise, in the city of Oakland, it might not be able to deter those who have bad intentions when they see gold coins.

Qi Jin walked around the hall and looked around: "Uncle, can you prepare me a room where no one will bother you?"

"No problem!" Fabredis turned and walked towards the back door of the hall: "I have a basement here, and the only entrance to that room is my room. If you are there, if you want to disturb you, you must first kill me."

He vigorously grabbed an apple on the table and gnawed it, thinking that it was really safe! in Auckland? Except for Fabredis, he couldn't find anyone who could kill him. Want to find someone who hacked Fabredis to death? Is that possible?

Fabredis's basement is about 100 meters long and 100 meters wide. It is built at a depth of more than 20 meters underground. The height of the basement is also more than four meters high. All kinds of supporting training equipment are also very complete.

It can be seen that this is the place where Fabredis usually practiced secretly.

I closed the door vigorously and didn't bother to check what's there. No matter how comprehensive the supporting equipment is, it can't compare with that place in the endless world. There are countless monsters and monsters on a western mountain. Is there any better training method in this world than actual combat?

Motivatedly opened the Doujie and took out the hat leading to the endless world. He did not close the Doujie immediately, but carefully observed the situation of the Doujie. It used to be only ten cubic meters in size, but now it is the size of this basement, and the height is also about a hundred meters.

The super-large space can hold more items, but it is a pity that it is still only a space that can be filled with dead things. Living things will probably die immediately if they enter it.

"Not bad, after entering the battle against demons, the fighting world has grown so much..."

Fabredis almost stumbled as he left, looked back at the thick door panel and shook his head lightly, a battle against demons? 10,000 revolutions of fighting energy, high-quality fighting energy, but the length of the fighting energy is not long enough. Strictly speaking, the current energy should be a fighter who looks like a fighter in the first battle of subduing demons, but in fact is comparable to a fighter in the fifth battle of subduing demons.

"Five Fights against Demons..." Fabredis nodded heavily: "That's right, this kid is a fake Five Fights against Demons who doesn't have enough fighting spirit. Anyone who regards him as the first battle against Demons will be courting death. I really don't know how he can practice."

"Hey! I'm going to practice in the endless world again..." Gan Jin sighed and muttered to himself in a low voice, the voice didn't come out of the door again, he found a bed with a magic hat in his hand, lay down and fell asleep!

In the black space, some light spots gradually appeared, and then there was the familiar village and the familiar smoke.

Stepping into the gate of the courtyard with one foot, I was taken aback by the enthusiasm, and there was a person standing in front of me! It can almost be said that Uncle Black is standing close to each other, much closer than facing him.

Endless vicissitudes were 'carved' on the wrinkled old face, and the hazy eyeballs rolled slightly: "After becoming a master forging master, you have already mastered the basic forging techniques. The first thing you need to learn next is not forging techniques, but to read books. To understand what a blacksmith is..."

Motivation has a kind of idea that the uncle has reversed the order. Generally, you should first learn the most basic knowledge from books, understand the rules of an industry, and then learn the skills from books. Now you have forged a master...

Why! never mind! I don't want to think about it anymore. In front of a blacksmith of Uncle Black's level, the master blacksmith really feels like a child.

"This month, you don't need to blacksmith. You just read books every day." Black said as he went back to the corner behind the door to smoke a pipe: "Before reading books, go to Olala to ask for some memory potions. It will also help you."

"Memory potion?" Motivation froze for a moment.

Black looked up at Mo Jin: "Why do you think that such a thick book of pharmacy can be memorized after reading it? Your memory is good, but it's not so good, right?"

Qian Jin flipped through the images of Ou Lala pouring medicine in his mind, and his heart was moved layer by layer. That Ou Lala, who looked like a murderer, had been secretly helping him all the time.

Motivatedly, she turned around and went straight to Ou Lala's pharmacy. Ou Lala, who has messy hair and a sexy figure but prefers to wear loose robes, looked at the wall clock on the wall: "It's so early today? I haven't had time to set a trap yet."

trap? I shivered with enthusiasm. While learning the mysterious potion here, I also learned a lot of strange traps by the way: "Uncle asked me to come and ask for some memory potion..."

"Memory Potion?" Olara tied a quill into her messy hair, reached out and clasped Mo Jin's wrist and went straight to the room: "Speaking of Memory Potion, I'm going to see how it works now."

Effect? Enthusiastically followed Olala all the way forward, thinking that the effect of the memory potion is very good, every time before leaving here, drink the memory potion and go to the pharmacy, as long as you read it, you will be able to remember it clearly.

Ou Lala was busy in front of a pile of test tubes for a few minutes, and took out a bottle of blue potion that smelled like vomiting: "Come on, drink it and I'll see the effect."

"This... won't kill people, right?" Gan Jin forced himself to pour the potion down his throat.

One minute...two minutes...ten minutes...

Gan Jin and Ou Lala stared at each other for more than ten minutes. Apart from the sound of flames burning, the only sound left in the room was the gurgling of medicine.

"Do you have a headache?" Ou Lala pushed the small circle glasses on the bridge of her nose: "Or where does your body hurt?"

Afraid that he was not serious enough to make the mysterious pharmacist hold grudges, he stroked his whole body very seriously, and finally shook his head blankly: "It doesn't hurt at all."

"Then..." Olala asked seriously, "Are you excited and want to jump around?"

Qi Jin secretly wondered what kind of mysterious potion this was drinking? Ask about pain first? Excited again? Can normal people be excited after drinking the weird potion from the mysterious pharmacist? It is true that everyone is terribly afraid.

"Well! It seems that the effect of the medicine is not bad." Olala straightened her back, patted her back with her palms and said relaxedly, "The medicine I gave you just now is a medicine for testing memory potions. You have been drinking the medicine for about two years, and your memory should develop with the stimulation of the medicine, and it has completely reversed by a full five times. Even if you don't drink the medicine, your memory is five times what it was two years ago."

"Then did you test it just now?"

"Of course we have to test." Olala rummaged through the boxes and found a large bottle of memory potion: "If you have a headache, it means that your memory has not increased by five times. According to the degree of pain, you can calculate the growth rate of memory. If it is excitement, it means that your memory has not only increased by five times..."

"What if it doesn't grow at all?"

Ou Lala glanced at Mo Jin, then looked at the ground: "Then you're rolling on the ground with your head in your arms, it hurts all day..."

Moxie's throat squirmed up and down again and again. The mysterious pharmacist said that it hurts for a day, and it will definitely hurt for a day. Fortunately, the memory has really grown five times! But... just in case...

"What if my memory deteriorates?" Gan Jin exerted his curious spirit of questioning.

"If you regress..." O Lala picked up an iron rod next to her hand, and smashed it hard at the fruit grafted from spicy poisonous tomato and three poisonous watermelon on the table!

On the table, there was a pile of sticky, red pulp, and the grafted fruit was smashed and burst. Ou Lala threw away the iron rod in her hand, without looking at the slime on the table, and said flatly, "It will be like this."

Ke Jin stared blankly at the mucus on the table and was completely speechless. He smiled helplessly. Not long ago, Fabredis was surprised by himself, and ended up entering the endless world. Any resident in the village could startle himself.

"Every time you drink such a small bottle, if you want to save trouble, drink more." Olara glanced at the mud-like fruit on the table again: "Your head will still look like that."

Motivation is tight in my heart, and you must pay attention to the dosage when taking medicine. After waking up from Xishan's injury, although the body has not been broken, there will still be scars left.

Returning to the blacksmith's shop again, he drank the potion vigorously and plunged into the thatched hut full of bookshelves, grabbed a notebook and flipped through it.

These notes are different from the books on the encyclopedia of herbs in pharmacy. The encyclopedia of herbs only needs to memorize the effects and appearances, but the notes on forging must be understood. Every word on every page must be understood.

After flipping through for two hours, Gan Jin didn’t finish a single note in his hand. He looked around at the bookshelves around him. He only had this kind of memory after drinking the memory potion. The reading was still so slow. If he wanted to read all the notes, wouldn’t his beard turn white? When will I find the notes about Soul Soldiers?

"Uncle..." Mo Jin plucked up the courage to walk out of the hut: "I want to read books on soul soldiers. I wonder if I can read materials on soul soldiers?"

Uncle Black put down the cigarette pipe in his hand, and looked at Mo Jin silently, his cloudy eyes sparkled with curiosity, and there was only the sound of the fire burning in the yard.

Motivation is stared at and feels fluffy on the back, isn't it qualified to be a soul soldier? Didn't Uncle Fabredis say that a blacksmith can make soul soldiers?

"The second row of bookshelves, the bottom, the far left." Blake tapped the ground with his pipe, poured out the burnt shredded tobacco on the ground, and whispered to himself: "Holy?"

"That's right!" Jin Jin returned to the thatched hut, then turned around and walked out of the door into the yard: "Uncle, that blacksmith breathing method..."

"Concentrate on reading." Blake put the pipe in front of the stove, lit a new pot of tobacco, and with his mouth clicking again and again, the tobacco burning sizzled.

"oh……"

He turned around and went back to the thatched cottage. Uncle Black had never harmed himself. Much of the strength and ability he has today is due to this silent uncle. Since the uncle doesn't want to talk about it, then just ask next time.

On the bookshelf, I found "Soul Soldiers Elementary Skills Essentials", and turned to the first page vigorously. It was Uncle Black's definition of Soul Soldiers: the key to becoming a saint, battle qi has a soul, and weapons also have a soul.

A few simple words, but full of compelling aura, making people feel as if they are facing an endless ocean at a glance, and the aura rushes towards them.

Turning over the first page with enthusiasm, looking at some introductions about soul soldiers, I understand that soul soldiers are far superior to fighting soldiers.

ps: One Spring Festival, the all-powerful Fengyun has two more leaders, the plan to die and the cat hanging from the tree, the tall building doesn't know what to say, thank you. Thank you high rise. I really didn't expect that the tall building also has three alliance leaders.