One Piece's Beginning: One Hundred Billions Skill Points

"Plimpton, you must know that in Rogue Town, your little blacksmith shop is nothing, and the piece of deep cold iron you were lucky enough to purchase this time is a precious material for forging a famous knife of the Great Fast Knife level, and it is too wasteful to forge it for your blacksmith shop!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume with his left hand and two iron balls in his right hand said with a smile: "If you waste such a precious material, it is better to transfer it to us at a high price, maybe we can still forge a big fast knife?

"Fart, can you still build a weapon of the level of the Great Quick Knife in your blacksmith shop?" Plinton was a tall and thin man, and he was looking at the man in the costume opposite with anger on his face at the moment: "Besides, what do you mean by the high price? I spent 500,000 Bailey to buy the materials, but you only want to take away 100,000 Bailey, are you a bully to me?".

"Old Iron Egg!" At this moment, Old John walked over, looked at the man in Chinese clothes opposite with an ugly face, and said in a deep voice: "Are you bullying me?"

"Yo, isn't this Old John? You're not dead yet?" The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes smiled, but the words he said made people extremely angry: "Such a precious material, with your old John's craftsmanship, I think you shouldn't even be able to make a good fast knife, right?

"Hmph!" As soon as he said this, the corners of Old John's eyes suddenly jumped, and then he felt a little sad in his heart, yes, their family has indeed declined.

Once, the

senior forgers of the family for more than a hundred years were also able to create powerful weapons of the level of good knives, but now they can't, and his family is not among the blacksmiths in the entire Rogue Town who can create weapons of this level.

Seeing that Old John was speechless, the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes continued to say leisurely: "So, is there a problem with asking Printon to transfer materials to me because of his waste of materials?"

"You dream, even if we throw this material away, we won't transfer it to you!" Plinton glared at the man in fancy clothes, his face stubborn.

"Yes, you go, we will never transfer materials, get out of the way, old iron!" said Old John with an angry face.

"Hahahaha!" Before the middle-aged man in a Chinese costume could speak, a sturdy middle-aged man behind him walked out laughing, he touched the short black beard on his lips and said: "Old John, let's come and compete in casting skills, the bet is the material in your hand, how about it?

"The swordsmith of the Iron Furnace Weapon Shop

!" Plinton and Old John's expressions changed, and their faces suddenly became ugly, this is the royal caster of the Iron Furnace Weapons Shop, a swordsmith who can cast a sword of the good fast knife level, the strength is strong, and now he is launching a casting skill competition for himself and others, this is to put his own weapon shop to death, if he defeats himself in front of so many people, the business of John's Weapon Shop will definitely plummet in the future, and his sinister intentions can be seen.

"Hehe, what's the matter, are you afraid?" the swordsmith sneered and said, "Since you're afraid, then hand over the materials obediently, so as not to be embarrassed!"

"You... Old John was furious, and he wanted to agree, but it really couldn't be compared, and if he really lost in front of everyone, then their family would be finished in Rogue Town.

"Father, promise him that we can't back down!" Plinton shouted with glaring eyes.

"Shut up!" Old John stopped Plimpton, but he sighed in his heart, it seems that this piece of material can't be saved, and he can't agree to the competition, with his strength, he will compete with the sword-forging master opposite, and it will be absolutely impossible to win if he loses 99 percent.

"I, we ... Alas... Old John opened his mouth with difficulty, hesitated for a moment, then stopped insisting, sighed, and with a look of loss, he was about to agree to transfer the materials.

At this time, Ron, who was standing aside, smiled slightly, since his sword-forging skills were taught by Old John, then before he left, he should take back a city for Old John, and it can be regarded as repaying Old John's teaching.

"Wait!" Ron stepped out of the crowd, glanced at old John and said, "Master John, why do you need to deal with this kind of person yourself, just let me, an apprentice, deal with him!"

"Ron!" Old John looked at Ron suspiciously, not understanding what he meant, you are an apprentice who has just started, and you actually said that you want to represent your own weapon shop to face the opponent's swordsmith, isn't it Shi Lezhi?

Not only Old John was stunned, but even Old John's son, Plimpton, was also stunned, and then when he heard the explanation from his father next to him, he knew that this was the apprentice recruited by his father after he left, but you are a little apprentice, where did you get the confidence to face the opponent's swordsmith master!

Plimpton's face suddenly showed urgency, although he was angry and unwilling to admit defeat, but he didn't come like this!

“。。。 Apprentice?" Before Plinton could speak, the people at the iron-for-furnace weapons shop across from him burst into laughter.

"I, hahaha, I heard me right?" The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes laughed loudly, "You are a young apprentice who has the courage to face the Imperial Sword Casting Master of our Iron Furnace Weapon Shop?hahaha, this is the funniest joke I have heard this year!".

"Poof!" the swordsmith laughed out loud, not feeling that he was being slighted in the slightest, and obviously taking the other party for a fool: "You, little apprentice, are you going to challenge me to be powerful?hehehe, little one, are you joking?".

"Of course it's not a joke!" Ron said with a straight face, "Although I am an apprentice under Master John, I also know the true inheritance of Master John, and I am enough to deal with you with a mere sword-forging sword!

"Promise, why don't I dare to agree!?" The sword-casting master and the middle-aged man in Huafu glanced at each other, and their hearts were very comfortable, they agreed in their hearts that the other party was making a fool, and a small apprentice was pushed out, it is estimated that Old John didn't want to take action himself, and there would be no face if he lost, if it was an apprentice who lost, it would be fine, and if he lost a piece of material, he would not lose too much face, well, it must be so.

"Haha, since you are fighting, it couldn't be better!" The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes waved his hand and said: "The bet is that precious material, if our Iron Furnace Weapon Shop loses, we are willing to pay a million Baileys, if you lose, you will transfer that material to me for free, well, that's it!"

The

middle-aged man in the fancy costume did not let Old John speak at all, to prevent remorse, and immediately ordered his men to go back to carry the forging furnace over, and transport the casting materials by the way.