Beside him, Ian's expression also changed as he gasped. This person has such great strength, you really can't judge a book by its cover.
However, the next scene made the two of them open their mouths wide as they stared blankly.
After Zhang Xing swung the hammer twice, he hit the red iron bar three times.
Then he dipped the iron bar in the oily liquid and pulled it out and put it aside.
"It's done!"
After saying that, he quietly looked at the bearded dwarf.
Ian was completely dumbfounded. What kind of rhythm was this, he only hit it three times and it was done?
How was this possible?
Even Amic's master couldn't reach this level. He was a Rank 4 Blacksmith!
This completely overturned his understanding of the Dwarf Race. Where did he come from?
How did he do it?
A series of questions were spinning in Amic's mind at the same time.
However, he wanted to see it more clearly. Zhang Xing didn't hit it three times, but 108 times.
It was even less than his 120 times, but the result of the forging was … more perfect.
He swallowed hard as his eyes lit up.
"How should I address you, brother?
I am the owner of this shop, my name is Amic. Welcome to our shop! "
Amic happily accepted Zhang Xing. With such a good helper, his business would definitely double. Only a fool wouldn't use him.
"My name is … Zhang Kong!"
Zhang Xing said with a smile.
"Looking at your technique, you must be an expert who has been forging for many years. May I know what level of blacksmith sir Zhang Kong is?"
Amic walked to Zhang Xing's side and asked enthusiastically.
"This … I just learned it not long ago, no level yet."
Clang!
After Zhang Xing's words, Amic almost fainted.
Just learned it?
No level?
Could it be that just now …
He remembered that for more than half an hour, Zhang Kong was watching his and his disciple's every move without blinking.
His heart was filled with shock. How was it possible to apply what he had just learned?
He must be an expert who didn't want to reveal his background. Otherwise, who could learn how to forge in such a short time?
Although the other party's body was thin and weak, he could vaguely feel that there was an endless surge of energy in his body. He estimated that he was at least a warrior above Battle King.
Not daring to be negligent, he respectfully invited Zhang Xing into the inner room.
He took out the dwarf's treasured fruit wine and filled Zhang Xing's glass.
"Your Excellency Zhang Kong, we dwarves are straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush. If there's anything you need, just say the word. If I can do it, I'll definitely do it for you."
"If you don't mind, you can stay in my store. I wouldn't dare to ask you to do anything."
Hearing his words, Zhang Xing felt some admiration in his heart.
Who said that dwarves were stupid? Just based on their eyesight, it was not something that ordinary humans could achieve.
Since Amic thought that he was an expert, then he would pretend to be one.
"I'm here for the black market. I have something I want to buy."
Picking up the fruit wine, he slowly tasted it while using his Divine Sense to observe the subtle changes on Armiki's face.
"This … I'm not too sure either. I've only heard about it from others."
Amich said.
Zhang Xing put down his wine glass and smiled faintly as he stared at Armik.
He was lying just now. When he heard the words' black market ', he hesitated for a moment. As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently glanced towards the upper right.
At the same time, he raised his voice slightly, the muscles on the left side of his mouth twitched unnaturally a few times. The awkward smile lasted for a very short time, his hands were clasped together, etc.
Through these subtle expressions and movements, Zhang Xing immediately determined that he was lying.
Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Armiki picked up his wine glass and drank, taking the opportunity to cover up his lie.
The black market had its own rules. It was very difficult for outsiders to break into this circle.
The first rule of the Empire's laws regarding dragons was that it was strictly forbidden to sell them privately. If caught, they would be hanged.
And if something happened to the people in the black market circle, they would be buried alive by others.
Therefore, no one dared to casually bring a stranger in.