Chapter 50 Burning Silent Fire

Zhao Jingtian felt that he had almost fooled the old man, so he followed the old man to see what was going on.

As soon as he opened the door of the old man's house, Zhao Jingtian immediately felt a hot air coming to his face. Zhao Jingtian was shocked: There was a big stove in the old man's house! The fire in the furnace burned, burning the air into a heat wave, and the whole house was like a steamer.

"Are you also a blacksmith?" As soon as Zhao Jingtian opened his mouth, the old man cursed, "What is a blacksmith? I'm Zheng Huan, a master of casting!"

Zhao Jingtian shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. I've only heard of Hunyuantang."

"He is nothing..." The old man suddenly found that he was swearing, and he was still in front of his grandchildren. He quickly changed the topic: "Take out your fiery iron."

Zhao Jingtian simply wanted to melt it with the magic formula to see why this iron is so valuable. However, he looked left and right, but still couldn't see a way, so he asked, "Mr. Zheng, tell me, what's the use of this broken iron?"

When Zheng Huan heard this, his old eyes stared: "What a broken iron! All armor only needs to integrate a little iron of this fire spirit and be immune to the fire attributes of all fire boxing! Wearing armor made of fire spirit iron, you can climb back even if you fall into the magma!"

"Is it really so strong!?" Zhao Jingtian hummed, "Isn't it the nemesis of all fire boxers? Besides, even magma can't melt it. How do you build it?

Zheng Huan looked proud: "In terms of casting craftsmanship, I call it the first in the Holy Kingdom, and no one dares to call it the second! Not only because of my fire and gold attributes, but also because I am the only one who will use the fire of silence. Legend has it that the fire of silence comes from the sky and is immortal. Only the predestined person of the super fire line can control it..."

"Oak, old man, I'm not here to listen to your bragging. It's getting late today. I want to have a good night's rest. You can also prepare it in the evening. Help me recast the armor tomorrow, and then pay for the iron. I don't have time to play with you. Zhao Jingtian yawned.

Zheng Huan smiled: "Okay, it's up to you. Rou'er, go make the bed for the little brother.

It wasn't long before Zhao Jingtian fell asleep. Zheng Huan looked serious and muttered to himself, "This son is not afraid that I will seek money and kill him. This kind of mind is absolutely comparable to human! His fire is better than mine, if he can..." Zheng Huan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

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The next day, the genius had just dawned, and Zhao Jingtian was still in a sweet dreamland. Suddenly, the door of the room was kicked open with a bang: "Get up quickly. Aren't you in a hurry? Take out that fiery iron quickly!"

Zhao Jingtian doesn't even have to open his eyes to know that he must be Zheng Huan, an old man.

Zhao Jingtian rubbed his loose eyes and threw the iron block to Zheng Huan: "Take it! Don't disturb Brother Tian's sleep!"

Zheng Huan was so angry that he blew his beard and stared his eyes: "You... you son of a bitch, aren't you afraid of being greedy by me?"

Zhao Jingtian waved his arm in a daze: "If you want, just take them all, just give me 200 gold coins."

Zheng Huan's anger was almost bursting: "No! I am the most upright! Get up, I want you to watch me make armor!"

It can't be said that Zheng Huan pulled Zhao Jingtian up and pulled him to the side of the stove. Zhao Jingtian was steamed by the fire, and Zhao Jingtian was a little sober.

"Ky, watch it, this is your fiery iron!" Zheng Huan took out a blade as thin as a cicada wing and carefully cut off a small piece of fire essence iron.

Zhao Jingtian's eyes suddenly lit up: "What kind of knife is this? How can it be so sharp? Can the iron that even magma can't be melted cut off?

Zheng Huan gave Zhao Jingtian a white look: "It's rare and strange! This is just the most common ore cutting blade! What can't be burned doesn't mean that the knife can't be cut, idiot!"

Zhao Jingtian looked indifferent: "Let's start, don't explain to me."

"Hmm." Zheng Huan snorted and threw the cut iron into the casting furnace.

Sure enough, as Zheng Huan said, the iron of the fire spirit fell into the extremely hot casting furnace for a long time, and did not melt a little except for the whole body red!

Zheng Huan frowned, had a serious face, and slowly put his palm close to the casting furnace. The closer Zheng Huan's hand is to the casting furnace, the other iron stones used to maintain high temperature in the furnace become more red!

Zhao Jingtian's mouth was so surprised that he was about to get an egg: from Zheng Huan's palm, a wisp of orange-red flame! As soon as he touched this wisp of flame, the iron of the fire spirit that was not afraid of ordinary fire suddenly softened!

Although this wisp of orange-red flame was quickly taken back by Zheng Huan, Zhao Jingtian, who is super hot, can feel the power of the flame just now!

"Is this fire called burning silence? After the flames burned, it became silent? It's really an amazing flame!" Zhao Jingtian was shocked: If he could master this flame and fight against the enemy, the power and effect would definitely be amazing!

Zheng Huan didn't know what Zhao Jingtian was thinking. At this time, he had no time to pay attention to Zhao Jingtian. He absorbedly scooped up the melted iron with a strange spoon, and then carefully poured the iron into the heart of Zhao Jingtian's blue sky crystal armor.

The fiery red fiery iron emits heat on the surface of the blue sky crystal armor. The sky crystal seems to resist stubbornly and resolutely does not allow the fiery essence iron to melt into its own body.

Zheng Huan raised his hand again and pointed it at the heart of the blue sky crystal armor, which spewed an orange-red fire of silence. With the help of the burning silence, the iron of fire essence smoothly integrated into the heart of Tianjingjia.

Zheng Huan casually picked up a large spoonful of water and splashed it. A wisp of white smoke rose up, which made Zhao Jingtian cough fiercely.

"Okay? So fast?" Zhao Jingtian looked at this pair of modified blue sky crystal armor and couldn't laugh or cry: a beautiful blue armor was actually printed with a red flame mark on his chest! What kind of aesthetic is this old man?

However, looking at Zheng Huan's tired face and sweating, Zhao Jingtian couldn't bear to joke about the old man again and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Huan laughed dryly and said, "How about being my apprentice? I will pass on all my casting techniques to you, including the fire of silence just now.

Zhao Jingtian looked serious: "Thank you for your kindness. Although I also want to learn this skill, I'm going to save my sister now and I'm in a hurry. When I save my sister, I will definitely come to you to learn craftsmanship.

Zheng Huan's face was a little disappointed: "Well..."

Suddenly, Zhao Jingtian's words turned around: "However, you can pass on your burning fire to me first. I don't know that there can be flames in human bodies!"

Zheng Huan thought for a moment: "It's okay. This fire of burning silence needs to be nourished by the power of fire in the body. The stronger the power of fire, the greater the power of burning silence. Stick out your left hand."

Zhao Jingtian honestly stretched out his left hand and tried not to reveal his excited expression because of the trembling of his hand.

Zheng Huan pressed his palm on Zhao Jingtian's palm: "Concentrate and gather the fiery power of your whole body on your left hand."

Zhao Jingtian followed Zheng Huan's instructions. After a while, Zhao Jingtian felt a scorching heat along his left hand and burned directly into his heart!

"Ah--" Zhao Jingtian's will is firm, and he can't help shouting. The feeling of burning the heart can only be described as life is worse than death and pain!

Fortunately, the pain is very short-lived. Zhao Jingtian felt creepy when he thought about it! However, if there is another chance to choose, Zhao Jingtian will still choose to accept it!

As soon as this flame entered Zhao Jingtian's body, Zhao Jingtian felt that the fire attribute power in his body was not only twice as strong, but also carried the power of burning silent fire in every trace of fire!

Looking at Zhao Jingtian with a proud face, the old man Zheng Huan smiled and said, "Bad boy, are you thinking that since you have got the fire of silence, you can leave after you take the remaining gold coins and never come back here to learn to cast craftsmanship?"

Zhao Jingtian's face was very wonderful, red, white, black and green: "Hey hey, hey hey... How can I think so? Your old skills are unparalleled, and others can't learn it!"

Zheng Huan nodded very usefully: "You're telling the truth. However, in order to prevent you from returning, the 200 gold coins will be bet on me. When you fully learn my casting skills, I will return the 200 gold coins to you. If you think I've cheated you, then give me back the fire of silence, I'll give you the gold coins, and we'll clear it.

Zhao Jingtian is very uncomfortable and terrible! He is very angry! However, he didn't dare to show anything on his face, so he could only secretly think in his heart: "Dead old man, I didn't expect you to be more treacherous than me! Well, Brother Tian, I will put 200 gold coins in your place for the time being. When I come back from the City of Freedom, I will come back to you!"