Zhao Chen followed Zhongjun to the forging room specially arranged by Zhong's family. The room was positive and large, completely accommodated more than a dozen forging rooms to create weapons at the same time. Various forging equipment were complete, and the quality was generally one or two levels higher than the forging equipment of the blacksmith shop in the city.

"It is worthy of being a blacksmith family. Although their forging skills have almost disappeared, these forging equipment are all top-notch, and are no longer much worse than the forging equipment I used in my previous life." Zhao Chen nodded in his heart and began to think about how to get a set of them back.

Zhongjun chose the large stove in the center of the forging room. While inspecting various forging equipment, he said proudly: "This is the forging equipment accumulated by our Zhong family over thousands of years. Any of them can be sold at a sky-high price when taken outside. Even the high-end forging equipment used by Teacher Jiufeng is only a little better than these forging equipment."

Zhao Chen was unmoved and his expression was still as calm as water. He did not ask Zhongjun why he occupied the best stove, but walked to the other side casually and chose the stove with a relatively conspicuous position.

Zhong Jun breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this kid did not ask about the forging equipment, otherwise he would not be able to explain. After all, he was not afraid of ten thousand, but was afraid of if he was not afraid of it. How could he not give this best-quality stove to Zhao Chen to build a weapon?

Outside the forging room, Jiufeng Taoist glanced at the people around him who wanted to come up to meet him, and then slowly walked in.

Everyone looked at each other, and Taoist Jiufeng was also interested in creating weapons in these low-level forging rooms?

After the Jiufeng Taoist, Zhao Qing couldn't help but walk in. Although this might be possible to offend Jiufeng Taoist, he couldn't care so much at this time. In fact, he had heard from many people that Zhao Chen was a junior forging master. Although the possibility was very low, he couldn't help but curiosity in his heart. It would be fine if it was someone else, and the Chuduan forging master who was rumored to be his son, so how could he have to understand the situation?

I thought the Taoist Jiufeng would blame him, but I didn't expect that when I saw Zhao Qing coming in, the Taoist Jiufeng showed a kind smile and did not blame Zhao Qing for it at all.

"Only people with such a demeanor can become real forging masters!" Zhao Qing smiled slightly and thought to himself.

Seeing that Zhao Qing was not blamed, the people outside were ready to move. Everyone, including Zhong Mengji, wanted to go in and see what was going on. Zhong Mengji immediately took practical action. More than a dozen middle-aged people led by Zhong Mengji entered the forging room one after another, while Jiufeng Taoist frowned, but said nothing.

Seeing that the Taoist Jiufeng was not angry, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Several middle-aged people realized that their palms were covered with cold sweat.

This is the power brought by a middle-level fourth-level forging master and a Marquis-level strongman. No one here dared to provoke him. Even if the owner of Zhongmengji, the forging room, had to be careful when entering his forging room, for fear of making Jiufeng Taoist angry.

About three minutes later, Zhao Chen and Zhongjun both finished the inspection, and all the forging equipment were fine.

Nodded slightly, Zhao Chen said slowly: "Before building, I want to ask a question, I wonder if there is a lottery in this competition? You must know that Zhongwei competed with me, but he simply gave two blacksmith shops. So what about you, the big brother?"

Zhongjun's expression became solemn. Why did he feel that Zhao Chen would definitely win if he heard this?

"Young Master Zhao is indeed very confident, but what kind of lottery do you want?" Zhong Mengji answered instead of Zhong Jun and stared at Zhao Chen playfully. His changing eyes made people unable to guess what he was thinking.

"The head of the Zhong family is so straightforward. So, how about taking one of the forging equipment in your forging room as the lottery?" Zhao Chen also laughed, not concealing his love for the forging equipment at all.

Zhong Mengji's eyes were half-closed, revealing the smell of danger. He nodded and said, "Okay! According to Mr. Zhao's words, but what kind of things can Mr. Zhao take out of the same value?" You must know that these tools were something that his ancestors finally snatched from others. It is probably at least a high-level third-level weapon.

"A high-level third-level weapon! I think it should be enough?" Zhao Chen was talking to a businessman, and everyone did not feel any timidity in him.

"Where did you get the high-level third-level weapon?" Zhong Mengji shook his head.

"Then my tiger soul sword should be worth enough, right?" Zhao Qing suddenly interrupted at this time, and then cast a look of trust and hope at Zhao Chen, "Since my son competes with Zhongjun, my father cannot be weaker."

"Okay!" Zhong Mengji said the word "Okay" to determine the matter.

"Master, the four first-level third-level weapon materials have been prepared." An old man with a strong earth-level butler walked in, followed by two servants, each of whom was carrying two metal ores in his hand.

The reason why there are four parts of materials, two of which are spare, is that most of the success rate of building weapons is very low, especially when you have just been promoted to a new level, you have created high-difficulty weapons. This success rate is estimated to be less than 50%.

After the materials were prepared and the forging equipment was inspected, everyone did not dare to disturb the two of them. They stood quietly aside. The Taoist Jiufeng turned his eyes to Zhao Chen from time to time, as if Zhao Chen was his registered disciple, and Zhongjun was an irrelevant person.

"call!"

Zhao Chen slowly let out a breath and slowly adjusted his condition.

He did not create it immediately, but closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping. Until Zhongjun had to melt the precious metal ore, he slowly opened his eyes. After a wisp of invisible light flashed, Zhao Chen's energy seemed to have instantly increased to the peak state.

He seemed to have not seen the people watching next to him, slowly squatted down. The white little hands began to pull the bellows, and the flames ignited strangely in the stove. As his movements became more and more hot, the flames rushed out of the stove and couldn't breathe. However, under his precise control, the flames miraculously stabilized. If they hadn't known that it was a flame, everyone would have thought it was a giant red flower.

The Taoist Jiufeng's eyes shrank, and his heart was shocked: "What a wonderful fire control ability, how is it possible? He is only 16 years old, and he is so much more exquisite than mine, and it seems to have reached the legendary state of incomprehension!"

Zhao Chen pulled the bellows with one hand, and with the other hand, he easily lifted up the metal ore half a meter square and slowly placed it into the stove. Until the metal ore was in the best position and the fire was most even, he retracted the hand and pulled the bellows with all his strength.

"Ziz!"

First there was a crackling sound, then the metal ore rushed through like an electric current, and a strange sound sounded in the stove.

At this time, Zhongjun had already started the second tempering procedure. He looked at Zhao Chen with pride in his heart, then withdrew his eyes and focused on refining the metal essence. This metal is a rare metal of great level, called red gold. The higher the purity of red gold, the closer its color is to red.

When Zhao Chen refined it for the second time, Zhongjun could no longer remove impurities and began to lift the forging hammer and hit it. Although his posture was a bit indecent, the strength was well mastered.

Judging from the speed alone, Zhong Jun has far taken the lead and is also proud of it.

However, Zhao Chen tempered the red gold without any haste, removing impurities step by step. His movements were very elegant, just like the most noble noble gentleman in textbooks. His expression was calm and he always had a faint smile. His tempering process was like art, which made people unconsciously attracted to it.

"On my realm! It turns out to be alone. Is he just a super strong man rejuvenated? It is impossible for me to be in the hands of a 16-year-old boy!" Taoist Jiufeng began to tremble slightly, with no expression on his face, but a storm in his heart.

The four states of mind of the forge, introduction, microcontrol, self-only, and selfless.

ps: The first update is here, now it is close to 400 collections. Brothers and sisters, come on, gougougou. Finally, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival.
Chapter completed!