Chapter 39: Metal fruit

In the early morning, Jiang Feng came to the town with the scraps of space ore.
I saw Dasao who was doing morning exercises on the street and stepped forward. "Dasao, may I have a first-class blacksmith in the town?"
Mrs. Wu listened to Jiang Feng's question and looked normal, because she has lived in this area for many years. People often come to ask her, and she is used to it.
"The best blacksmith in the town is called Muqi. Their three generations are blacksmiths, and a blacksmith shop they have run has been passed down for hundreds of years."
Mrs. Xi looked at Jiang Feng in a navy military uniform, and his eyes lighted up, "Young man, you are looking for a blacksmith to build a weapon!"
"You are looking for the Muqi family. You are the right person. The generation of blacksmith masters in this family is definitely more than the previous two generations. Many officers in your navy have asked him to build weapons."
Navy officers want a weapon at their disposal. One way is to use military skills to ask the navy first-class blacksmith to build it; the other way is to spend money to find a blacksmith on the street;
Qiu Jiangfeng has only once dispatched a mission, and there is not much military power, so military power cannot be wasted.
Fortunately, I participated in the siege last time, killing three 80 million Bailey pirates, making Jiang Feng a small profit, and more than 100 million Bailey on hand. Fearful.
After listening to Dasao's words, Jiang Feng couldn't help wondering what was special about this generation of blacksmith masters, which made Dasao so respected.
Qiongjiang Feng followed the road of Dazhi, crossing four streets, and finally saw a shop called "Muqi Iron Shop".
Walking away from the shop, Jiang Feng saw a piece of standard weapon placed on the shelf, and a little light flashed on the weapon. Just looking at the appearance of these weapons, people couldn't help but want it.
The feeling of these weapons is that this is not a killer used to kill the enemy, but an artwork for viewing.
At this moment, Jiang Feng's mind flashed a thought, "Is this really something that can be created by manpower?"
I heard Jiang Feng's words, Jiang Feng was only a little curious, but after seeing these works, Jiang Feng couldn't wait.
"Excuse me, is Master Muqi here?" Jiang Feng shouted into the room when he saw that there was no one in the shop.
"Are you looking for anything?" A tender voice came from behind me.
Qi Jiangfeng turned around and saw a young man, yes, it was young, age, height, similar to himself, a handsome young man, looking a little thin.
I saw what he said. This young man, Jiang Feng's first reaction was unbelief, the second reaction was still unbelief, and the third reaction was, "Is this really a blacksmith?"
With this bone, I can't pick up the hammer and hit the iron? Do you make me play?
Seeing Jiang Feng's expression of unbelief, the young man said, "First introduce myself, my name is Muqi ~ Muji, the third generation of Muqi Iron Shop."
"To build a weapon, pay the deposit first, and then give me the sketch of the weapon."
"It's enough to bring money to pick up weapons tomorrow."
Minjiang Feng Zou brow, "Don't even look at the sketch, you dare to say that the sky can be done well."
I heard Jiang Feng's question, and there was a hint of pride in the teenager's face, "Yes."
Xu Jiangfeng's face was full, "Well, I don't believe you are a master. Please invite out the real master. I don't have time to play with you little kid."
At the first glance of the boy, Jiang Feng began to wonder which outstanding blacksmith did not achieve success after decades of training. Ironing is a technical skill, and it is difficult to grasp the essence of it without the accumulation of time.
Looking back at the juvenile, she is of thin build, her hands are fair and clean, she doesn't even have a callus, and she never hit iron when she saw it.
After listening to Jiang Feng's questioning, the young man looked angry and said, "Let's go, this shop won't take your business."
切 "Come, I'm here to find a master, not to find you. If you don't ask the master to come out, then I will go in to find the master."
"You stand still" boy blocked Jiang Feng years ago.
"If you don't leave, I'll take a shot. Don't think you're a navy, I'm not afraid."
Hearing the boy's threat, Jiang Feng laughed, "Come on, hit me on the chest with your little fist."
"You ..." "Iron beam"
The next moment, Jiang Feng was dumbfounded, and at his feet, dozens of weird and soft metal ropes suddenly appeared, entangled himself, and then the soft rope hardened instantly, fixing himself tightly on the ground.
"The devil fruit, but also the metal fruit of nature." At this time, Jiang Feng had only this idea in his mind.
At this moment, Jiang Feng seemed to have 10,000 horses galloping by, and saw the fruit of nature in a blacksmith shop. When did the fruit of the devil become so cheap?
Is there any more? Give me a basket.
武装 "armed color"
江 Just when Jiang Feng was trying to break free of restraint, an old man appeared, "Muji, don't make trouble, let go of the guests."
The young man listened to the old man's words, put away his ability, hummed, and walked behind the old man.
The old man looked at Jiang Feng with a smile on his face, "I don't know what this little brother did when he came to the shop. Just because his family's grandson was offended, please ask the little brother not to be surprised.
Qi Jiangfeng saw the old man with a kind face, "The old man is serious, the young man has a little temper, understandably."
"Hum" The hammer standing behind the old man hummed coldly.
"Old man, I want to ask you to build some weapons, this is a sketch."
Jiang Feng's sketches for the old man are naturally the style maps of Fei Lei God who painted by Jiang Feng himself ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Jiang Feng likes the shape of Fei Lei God without suffering, so he directly drew an original Fei Lei God without suffering any modification. .
The old man looked at the sketch and looked at Jiang Feng with a strange look. "Little brother, my husband has been playing iron for more than 40 years, and I have not seen such an odd weapon."
Seeing the old man's face confused, Jiang Feng laughed, "The old man just builds it, these weapon boys have their own magical effects."
"Well, if you don't say much, I won't ask any more."
"Take it in a week!"
After paying the deposit and talking about business, Jiang Feng curiously said, "Mr. Old, will your grandson build weapons?
The old man hated iron and steel and looked at the hammer, but shook his head helplessly: "Why would he build any weapon?"
"This boy didn't like to build weapons when he was young. Since he got the fruit of the devil, he has never touched a hammer."
"I asked him to build a weapon for me, and he used me to produce one directly."
"It's really an old man, I think the craft of our Muqi family will be ruined in the hands of this junk boy."
After hearing the words of the old man, Jiang Feng understood that why Mu Ji was so confident that he could build a good weapon for himself in one day.
Natural metal fruits can manipulate gold elements, that is, all free metal particles. It is not yet possible to make a weapon.
"Have the old man considered Muji as a navy."
After listening to Jiang Feng's words, the old man quickly waved his hand and said, "Mu Ji can't join the navy. Our Muqi family is the only seedling. I don't want him to die."
Xu Jiangfeng also specifically observed the performance of Xia Muji after speaking, Jiang Feng clearly captured the eagerness that had just flashed in Mu Ji's eyes.