God-killing Douluo in Douluo Continent

Xingtian and Han Shuiye walked around for a long time, and it was already getting dark, but they still didn't buy anything, not even food. They just spent the afternoon shopping, but even so, Han Shuiye was very happy.

"Don't you want to buy something?" Xing Tian suddenly asked.

Han Shuiye rolled his eyes and replied: "Brother Xingtian, I don't have money, okay?"

Xing Tian stopped talking. He and Han Shuiye returned to the blacksmith shop.

In the next month, Xing Tian was either forging iron or learning to refine weapons from Han Xin.

"Uncle Han, I've built it."

Xing Tian handed a sword in his hand to Han Xin.

He took it and looked at it, then pulled off a piece of hair and put it on the blade of the sword. The hair broke into two pieces.

"Not bad! This time you finally mastered a good sword."

When Xing Tian heard Han Xin's praise, a smile appeared on his face. After practicing for nearly a thousand times, he finally achieved some success. Of course, if other people heard his words, they would definitely beat him to death. Which weapon refiner didn't come with tens of thousands of units? practiced.

"Uncle Han, can I sell the weapons I made now?"

"That's for sure." Han Xin looked at Xing Tian, ​​who was staring at Xing Tian, ​​and shouted: "Xiaoye, what are you doing here if you don't go to practice? I didn't know school is about to start?"

When Xing Tian heard about the school, his ears perked up. Han Shuiye told him about the school and he wanted to go, but he couldn't go without money.

"I have encountered a bottleneck recently. My soul power has not improved much. I want to rest for two days." Han Shuiye whispered.

Of course Han Xin could hear it, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was an ordinary blacksmith, and he had nothing to do with the training of a soul master.

"Xingtian, you seem to be a soul master too. Do you have any methods to teach Xiaoye?"

Facing Han Xin's question, Xing Tian shook his head.

"No, I can only cultivate soul power, there is no other way."

Han Xin sighed, it seemed that there was nothing he could do and he could only rely on Xiaoye.

"Uncle Han, if I shoot a hundred weapons a day, how much money can I make by selling them all?" Xing Tian suddenly asked.

"A hundred?" Han Xin smiled, "I can only play ten at most in a day. You still want to play a hundred?"

Xing Tian didn't refute, but just stared at Han Xin. Being stared at by him, Han Xin's back felt awkward for some reason, and he subconsciously said: "Even if you can fight a hundred times, we won't be able to sell so many goods."

Xing Tian was silent. He originally thought about making a hundred weapons a day. If the sales made more money, he could withdraw some of them to go to school, but now it seems that it is impossible.

Just when he was silent, a voice shouted: "Boss, can you repair weapons?"

A tall and thin man came to the blacksmith shop. He had a scar on his face and was wearing a black cloak. There was a big knife under the cloak.

Xing Tian saw the tall and thin man and felt the fluctuation of soul power. He was a soul master!

Han Xin stood up and greeted him with a smile: "You can repair weapons. What do you need to repair?"

The tall and thin man took out the big knife from under his cloak and handed it to Han Xin.

The blade of the broadsword was one hundred and ten centimeters long. Han Xin took it and pulled it out and took a look. Half of the blade was broken.

"This knife is broken, why not replace it?" Han Xin asked doubtfully.

The tall and thin man did not explain, but just said: "If it can be repaired, then repair it. If it cannot be repaired, I will find another home."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Han Xin said quickly, but when he took a closer look at the material of the sword, he frowned, "But the material of your sword is cold iron, which I don't have here. You need to give me some time."

"how long?"

Han Xin thought for a moment and said, "Three days!"

"Okay, I'll pick up the knife in three days." The tall, thin man said and left.

As soon as the tall and thin man left, Han Xin became excited, "Hahaha! Han Tie, a sword made of this material can cost five thousand."

Xing Tian's eyes immediately lit up when he heard Wu Qian. He knew what kind of iron Han Tie was, but he didn't expect that such an iron-forged weapon could sell so much.

At this time, Han Shuiye rolled his eyes at his father and said, "Dad, you are thinking so much before Han Tie."

"Uh..." Han Xin was interrupted by his daughter. He was very embarrassed. He coughed twice, "Ahem, aren't your dad and I going to buy it?"

Immediately, Han Xin asked Xing Tian to make some pieces of armor. This was an order placed by someone else yesterday and would be shipped the day after tomorrow. Because he wanted to buy cold iron, he had no choice but to let him build it.

"Xingtian, I have taken out the armor molds for you, so you can refine them."

"Uncle Han, don't worry." Xing Tian said.

Han Xin nodded and then left the blacksmith shop.

"Father is leaving. Brother Xingtian, let me help you blow the bellows!"

Xing Tian wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it he agreed. This was the first time he was making armor. He had to concentrate on making the best one!

As Han Shuiye pulled the bellows, the temperature rose rapidly. Xing Tian put a piece of iron full of impurities into the forging furnace, picked up the hammer and started forging.

He struck very fast, almost twice a second, and within a few minutes a piece of fine iron came out of the furnace.

He carefully put the refined iron into the furnace, waited until it turned into water, poured it into the mold and began to create it.

About an hour later, a pair of pitch black wrist guards were created. Then, Xing Tian carved patterns on them, and finally polished them carefully, cleaned them with water, and a pair of silver wrist guards were completed.

This is what he learned in a month. Han Xin didn't believe it at first. He had studied for three years before he achieved his current achievements, but being surpassed by Xing Tian so easily made it difficult to accept it. But the facts were in front of him and he had to accept them.

"Wow! Brother Xingtian, this wrist is so beautiful." Han Shuiye stood up from the bellows and looked at the wristband in Xingtian's hand.

"It's not bad." Xing Tian said modestly, but the happy smile on his face betrayed him. This was his first wristband work, so he couldn't be happy.

Then he has to build the matching armor, which is very time-consuming and will probably have to be done tomorrow.

……

In the mining shop in Tiandou City, Han Xin took a palm-sized piece of cold iron and asked the shop owner: "Boss, how much does your cold iron cost?"

The shop owner was a bald old man. When he saw that Han Xin chose Hantie, he smiled on his face.

"Guest, what do you think of this piece of cold iron three thousand in your hand? Is it cheap?"

After Han Xin heard the price, he immediately frowned and said: "You are a pile of impurities in cold iron, selling it for three thousand? Why don't you grab it?"

The shopkeeper had an awkward smile on his face. He didn't expect to meet someone who knew the goods. He rubbed his hands and said, "Then two thousand."

"one thousand!"

"Oh, this guest, I've lost one thousand dollars! How about one thousand nineteen?" the shopkeeper said with a sad face.

"No! The maximum number of cold irons is a thousand." Han Xin said decisively.

When the shop owner saw this, he also snorted coldly, "You're dreaming! You still want to buy my cold iron for a thousand dollars. If you don't buy it, go out and don't affect my business."

Han Xin didn't say anything more, turned around and went out. For the cold iron just now, five hundred was too expensive for him.