Commanding Wind and Cloud

Laying down on the bed vigorously, the endless world hat was pushed down on his face like last time, and his eyes were suddenly dark.

Opening his eyes again, Gan Jin found himself standing in an empty street, surrounded by not-so-tall residential houses.

The scene here is the same as the scene of the endless world last time, and the motivation can be regarded as familiar. There will be a blacksmith shop at the end of the street, and it is there that I learned the ability to make second-level refined iron.

"The last time I was busy learning blacksmithing and wanted to leave this endless world, I didn't take a serious look at what other houses were for."

Enthusiastically talking to himself, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked leisurely in the empty streets and observed the signs of houses.

[Olara Mysterious Pharmacy], a black signboard hangs high above the main entrance of the house, looked inside with enthusiasm and curiosity, and found a middle-aged woman, wearing a red apron, busy in front of a pile of glass test tubes, pungent green, or blue, or yellow or other colored liquids erupting from those test tubes.

"Mysterious medicine?" Mo Jin shrank his neck. In his own world, there are also two kinds of potions. One is a very noble pharmacist. They can prepare some potions to replenish physical strength, restore fighting spirit, and even restore magic power.

The other is the mystery medicine! People call this profession a mysterious pharmacist. This is a group of very mysterious people. Almost no one knows what kind of medicine they are preparing. People only know that there are fewer mysterious pharmacists than dragons.

Mo Jin remembered that when he was at home, he read a record about the mysterious pharmacist, which contained a passage about the mysterious pharmacist: "If there is really a god in the world! Then I will make a potion that even a toad can become a god after drinking it!"

Jin Jin still remembers that many of the comments below the literature records are comments from very famous strong men in history: Crazy! madman! madman! madman!

All the comments, since then, the enthusiasm has also subconsciously resisted the profession of the mysterious pharmacist. People who can say such words are indeed not normal people.

【Arknash's Rune Shop】

Motivated and peeping through the crack of the door, a little girl who looks like a girl of seven or eight years old is carving something on a strange piece of metal. Her speed is extremely fast, and she carved out several strange patterns in a blink of an eye, and then sprinkled a handful of strange stone powder on different positions, and the patterns immediately revealed different colorful lights.

"That's okay?" Motivation shrunk his neck subconsciously. The carving speed of a rune master is recorded in the literature, which is a hundred times more difficult than that of a master artist. It seems that only a real rune master can have the speed of that little girl's carving, right?

boom!

There was an explosion in the room, and the little girl was lying on the ground with her ass upturned. The rune metal that was almost carved had already exploded. Looking at the girl who got up from the ground, her pink and tender smiling face was dark. She wiped her black and gray cheeks and thought seriously: "Oh! It seems that the magic core powder of the earthburst bear was put in too much just now."

Mo Jin was speechless for a while, restraining his urge to open the door and enter the room.

Rune Master! If you learn this thing, even if you only have a half-knowledge, you will be looked up to wherever you go, and you will be treated with respect even if you are a powerful fighter.

Blacksmithing Society can be used outside, but runes may not be impossible! Enthusiasm tried to restrain himself, everything must have enough technology, such as runes, you must have a certain understanding of magic circles, and you must also have some understanding of metals, it is better not to enter it for the time being.

Walking vigorously on the quiet street, this quiet village street is full of surprises, not only runes, but also mosaicists, tailors and so on.

"This is……"

Qi Jin stopped in his tracks, looked at the room beside him, and took a deep breath into his lungs.

【Enlak Fighting Room】

"Where to teach fighting qi?" Qian Jin blinked his eyes, didn't he come to Auckland just for 【Fengyun Douqi】? In this endless world, if you hit the iron twice casually, you can become a second-level blacksmith when you go out, so what about the fighting spirit here?

Ke Jin could no longer restrain himself, and raised his hands to push the door.

"Um?"

The seemingly slender door panel was pushed vigorously, only to find that the door did not move at all.

"What's going on?" Gan Jin adjusted his breathing and used all his strength, but he still couldn't push the door.

"I don't believe it anymore!" Mo Jin poured the strength of a fourth-level fighter into his arms and pushed the door again...

There was a glimmer of light on the pitch-black wooden door. It was not the light from the door being pushed open, but a few dazzling words shining on the door panel.

[Comparative level four, lack of ability to push open the door, the entry-level door opening condition requires relatively eighth level. 】

"Between eighth level?" Mo Jin grinned: "Doesn't that mean that you need an eighth-level fighter to open the door? It seems that Mr. Rodriguez has come, so he can only stand outside the door and cry."

Looking at the door that couldn't be opened with enthusiasm, the curiosity and doubts in his mind became more and more, this door needs an eighth level of fighting spirit to open it, what level of fighting spirit is there? This is a room that invites infinite reverie.

Along the way, the enthusiasm returned to the front of the blacksmith shop where I learned to blacksmith last time.

Pushing open the dilapidated door, he stepped into the blacksmith's shop, which was a million times colder than the sparkling Fralin's blacksmith's shop. It was still like yesterday, and the scene of the sparkling fire was completely invisible. The old blacksmith, Blake, was leaning against the anvil with his pipe in his hand, puffing out the smoke, occasionally coughing once or twice, as if he was about to cough his lungs out.

Seeing the emergence of motivation, Brak's cloudy eyes became a little angry again. He slowly got up and patted the dust on his buttocks with both hands, walked to the anvil, picked up two pieces of pig iron, threw them into the furnace and ordered: "Light a fire."

Motivation has become accustomed to the character of this old blacksmith, grasping the bellows with both hands to squeeze and push and pull, Blake picked up the red-hot iron embryo with iron tongs and placed it on the anvil, grabbed a hammer and raised it above his head, and did not immediately fall, but swung a full circle in the air, and smashed down the power accumulated during the round. A series of scorching brilliant sparks, the sound of metal collisions scattered and splashed with the dancing sparks.