C2 Scrap iron sword

Leaving the training grounds, under the guidance of a servant, Zhou Tong went straight to the northern courtyard where the blacksmith's house was located.

Zhou Tong's residence was in the east courtyard, which was about twenty minutes away from the north courtyard. Of course, these twenty minutes were for Zhou Tong.

"Young master, go slowly. This lowly one can't keep up with your pace! Aiya, my mother!"

Turning his head back to look at the two servants who were wiping their sweat on their collars while panting heavily, Zhou Tong laughed helplessly and walked over to pick up the bamboo baskets that the two servants were carrying: "Lead the way."

The two of them were anxious, they stopped Zhou Tong and waved his hands: "Young master, we cannot do this, how can we trouble young master with this kind of matter? "Let the elders of the clan see it."

"You are my people, no one will make things difficult for you, just lead the way." Carrying the bamboo basket, Zhou Tong walked forward. The two servants looked at each other, then immediately followed, giving Zhou Tong directions from the left and right.

Moments later, a courtyard that was around the same size as the East District appeared in Zhou Tong's field of vision. In front of the courtyard was a stone arch with four or five people walking side by side. Entering the corner of the arched door, there were seven to eight rooms side by side, and a wave of heat hit their faces. The clanging sounds of the door being knocked rang out in an endless stream, and one could see the dancing flames inside the room through the door.

"Young master, this is the blacksmith's room. We can't enter, so we'll take our leave temporarily. Young master, please come to the banquet on time." Pointing at the doors, the two servants bowed towards Zhou Tong and turned to leave.

Just as he walked two steps forward, a tanned muscular man opened the door and walked out of the room, his upper body naked. With one glance, one could tell that he was extremely powerful, with a height of two metres, his muscles were so sturdy that they resembled a high wall. The moment he saw Zhou Tong, he immediately welcomed him with a smile and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Third Young Master is here?" How about it? Is the Uncle Chen's sword useful? "

"That Uncle Chen, if I tell you that your sword is crippled, would you want to kick me to death?" Zhou Tong scratched his head and pointed at the broken sword behind him. On his face, there was a name: Awkward.

When he looked closely, Uncle Chen sucked in a breath of cold air. Perhaps it was because he was sucking in too much of the coal dust, but after coughing for a while, his face had turned pale.

"Oh my god, these are all forged from top quality steel. Any one of them could withstand a force of 500 jin!" It was delivered to the young master's residence only last night, but today, young master's divine power is truly rare. "

Listening to Uncle Chen's flattery, Zhou Tong smiled bitterly to himself. In his previous life, he could break a star with just pure strength alone. A mere five hundred kilograms was just like a sneer. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been cultivating for a year, this sword would have been able to withstand five thousand and fifty thousand pounds, let alone five hundred pounds.

"Uncle Chen, do you have fine iron or fine steel here? If there is one, I want to use that to forge a sword. " Zhou Tong's mouth twitched as he looked around the blacksmith's room. In the end, his gaze locked onto a huge piece of scrap metal in the corner of the room.

Uncle Chen smacked his lips, holding onto his messy hair, he said with a troubled expression: "My good young master, in this blacksmith's room, we forge weapons that are used by the warriors of the clan. It would take us one or two days to refine that kind of material, not to mention refine it out, it would all be sent to the magical equipment room to forge the magical equipment, where can I find you the fine iron steel?"

Zhou Tong pondered for a moment, then flicked his finger, and said: "Then Uncle Chen, bring that piece of scrap iron over here for me."

"Haha, Young Master, you really know how to joke. What are you going to do with all that scrap metal? "If I make a toothpick, it will probably break."

The smiths in the blacksmith's room were all startled by Zhou Tong's words, and started to joke around. Even Uncle Chen, who had the most experience and experience, was puzzled. "What is Young Master trying to do? "That was originally used by the escort company to build the carriage frame, but there are too many impurities to choose from. I'll use that to build a sword. I estimate …"

"Aren't there any Refined Iron here?" I made a piece of fine iron for myself. " Zhou Tong shrugged his shoulders, looking at the pile of scrap iron that was at least fifty kilograms, and revealed a smile: "All hundred refined into fine, and the scrap iron, is all iron."

"Does the young master even know the art of forging?"

As a blacksmith, Uncle Chen was extremely familiar with the process of refining Refined Iron. Even if it was top quality pig iron, it would take a very astute method to refine it into Refined Iron. To refine it into Refined Iron, it sounded like it was refining brass into gold.

Uncle Chen will help me prepare for a while, just treat it as training. If I am not able to enter the escort company from now on, maybe I will come to the blacksmith's room to forge swords with you, Uncle Chen. Zhou Tong pursed his lips and laughed, showing a look of disapproval, which made Uncle Chen frown.

"Young master, this won't do. You are the direct descendent of the clan head, how could you come to such a place?"

"It's a joke, Uncle. You have to have a sense of humor. You're always so serious and tired. Oh yeah, help me prepare another hundred jin or more of heavy hammers. " Zhou Tong hugged his hands behind his head, laughing with squinted eyes.

Uncle Chen was startled for a long time. Seeing Zhou Tong's relaxed expression, he finally let out a soft sigh and half-believed and half-doubtfully called for the smiths in the blacksmith's room to move the fifty centimeters square piece of scrap metal over.

Zhou Tong laughed secretly in his heart, is blacksmithing a bad occupation? At least he didn't feel anything was wrong.

After a while, a hundred and twenty kilograms of scrap iron and a hammers with a hammer head of one hundred and twenty kilograms were placed in front of Zhou Tong. A group of blacksmiths surrounded him, ready to see how this Third Young Master would refine scrap iron into fine iron.

Of course, the vast majority of them still came here to watch a joke. These people were all seasoned blacksmiths who had worked at forging for tens of years. No one would believe such an absurd thing like this.

He lit the charcoal fire and pulled the bellows. The whirring sound of the bellows came out, and flames rose up from the charcoal stove, burning the huge piece of scrap iron, until it was red. Then, Zhou Tong took off his shirt, and picked up the hundred and twenty kilograms of forging hammer with one hand.

"Clang!" A loud sound was heard as the first hammer smashed down. Astonishing cries immediately sounded out from the craftsmen. Normally, only Uncle Chen would be able to use that heavy hammer, let alone the others, wielding it would seem extremely strenuous, yet for Zhou Tong, he could use it with one hand.

After the tenth hammer strike, the metal block had shrunk to less than one-third of its original size. The blacksmiths could no longer believe what they had heard and at this point, Zhou Tong did not even breathe heavily.

The hundred hammer strikes down, and all the blacksmiths' jaws are planted onto the ground. The scrap iron that was originally full of impurities has become pitch black, the edges are flat, and every section is extremely shiny. The black light is indistinct, and without a doubt, it is a piece of fine iron that is good enough to be used to forge a magical equipment.

In the end, not even two incense sticks' worth of time had passed, and a three foot long, three fingers wide, refined iron sword with exquisite engravings unique to stack them together had been put on Zhou Tong's sword hilt and gauntlet, and was held in his hands as he fiddled with it.

"Young master, may I ask who you are?" Uncle Chen swallowed his saliva, and carefully asked.

"Hur Hur Master, a girl, a very beautiful girl." Zhou Tong muttered to himself for a moment, and started laughing uncontrollably. He reached out and stroked the refined iron sword in his hand, his gaze was so gentle that it seemed as if he was gazing at his beloved.

"Young Master? What's the matter with you? "

Uncle Chen's question brought Zhou Tong back to reality and he immediately reached out to wipe his eyes: "I'm fine, I choked on the smoke in my eyes. "I'll leave first. If one day my sword breaks again, I'll come back."

Waving his hand, Zhou Tong turned and selected a sword sheath of the right size and walked away, ignoring the group of workers behind him who seemed to be in a meditative state, as though they were escaping.

After Zhou Tong left, the group of blacksmiths gradually recovered from their shock.

That piece of scrap iron was eventually forged into a 'Hundred Refinement Level' treasured sword by Zhou Tong. In this blacksmith's room, only Uncle Chen was able to refine pig iron seven times to create fine iron with hundreds of layers, using these layers to forge a 'Hundred Refinement Level' weapon.

However, Zhou Tong refined a piece of fine iron eight times.

"Big Brother Chen, how old was the first time you forged a 'Hundred Refinement Level' weapon?" a blacksmith asked cautiously.

"Twenty-five." Uncle Chen suddenly spat, his eyes still holding a look of surprise, "Furthermore, let alone that time, even now, I still can't smoothly complete eight sets of forging, not to mention using scrap metal!" (TL: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU)

The blacksmiths looked at each other, speechless.

"It's no wonder young master doesn't like my sword." Uncle Chen laughed bitterly in his heart.