The air was full of stuffy heat, the men were naked from the waist up, and the women were also wearing cool tube tops and shorts.

People were pushing carts back and forth on the road, with charcoal, coal, and finished weapons piled on the carts. They were entering and exiting stone rooms, creating a lively atmosphere.

Du Kang opened his spiritual eyes and observed for a moment, and found that the entire square was in the shape of the Eight Trigrams. There were a large number of scattered divine weapons shining in the second and third floor buildings corresponding to each hexagram of the Eight Diagrams. Obviously, that was the place where the divine weapons were forged.

The obstruction of the spiritual eye by the earth and stone buildings was too strong, and he could not find the location of the warehouse for a while. Du Kang simply moved inside the rock wall and searched room after room.

Du Kang was initially on the bottom floor of a three-story building, and the soldiers on this floor were all ordinary soldiers. From what Du Kang could see, the quality was indeed excellent, and many of them could even reach the peak of ordinary soldiers.

Among these blacksmiths, except for a few who were sent here by the Sheng family after completing their studies, most of the others were born and grew up in this workshop. In the foreseeable future, they will continue to grow up here.

Go and die.

With hundreds of years of skill inheritance, they only do one thing from birth to death. Even if they are just ordinary people, they can become masters in a field. They devote their whole life to making weapons. These mortal craftsmen are already close to those made by ordinary soldiers.

The pinnacle of skill.

The space on each floor of the workshop is extremely large. Du Kang wandered around on the first floor before heading to the second floor.

Monks began to appear among the craftsmen at this level. Most of them practiced fire and metal spells and made all kinds of low-grade magic weapons, knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, maces, sticks, hammers...

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Common weapon styles, strange weapons, and weird weapons that Du Kang couldn't name were forged in stone chambers one after another.

Each stone chamber is presided over by a monk, who leads several apprentices to create a kind of magic weapon. He is familiar with the proportions of different spiritual irons. The style of the magic weapon is exactly the same, and the force of the falling hammer can always be neither light nor heavy, quenching

The heat is always just right.

These monks and craftsmen will also devote their lives here. Unlike the mortals who are trapped here all their lives, after they have taught their crafts in old age, they will have the opportunity to return to the ground with generous rewards and live in a strict building in Shengjia.

He spends the rest of his short life on a small island under surveillance.

Du Kang focused on the direction of transporting the finished magic weapons and collecting spiritual iron materials on the second floor, and then swam through the rock wall to the third floor.

The space on this floor is as vast as the lower two floors, but the number of people is not large. There are only three to four hundred people, but they are all monks. They gather in the room near Bagua Square.
Chapter completed!