As he spoke, Lin Ye politely handed over a small keg of ale wine he was holding.

But seeing Lin Ye's movements, Tang San hurriedly excused himself: "No need!" No more! So gracious! ”

"You and Grandpa Old Jack have helped us so much, we have always been ashamed of it, and now we can help you, it's too late for us to be happy, where do we need what you need to send, don't worry, what you want to build, my dad will definitely help you build it with all his might!"

However, compared to Tang San, Tang Hao was very unkind.

Seeing the wine in Lin Ye's hand, Tang Hao directly stepped forward to take the ale wine, put the small wooden barrel on the table, and asked, "What do you want to build?" ”

"Daddy!!"

On the side, seeing Tang Hao's movements, Tang San only felt that his whole face was simply panicked.

But Tang Hao's character is like this, and Tang San can only sigh helplessly in his heart.

"I want to build a sword, if you can, Uncle Tang Hao, you can build it according to the appearance on this drawing."

As he spoke, Lin Ye took out a folded piece of white paper, opened it, and handed it to Tang Hao.

The picture on it is the general appearance of the Xuanyuan Sword.

"I see."

Taking the drawing, Tang Hao glanced at Lin Ye and looked at Lin Ye with a little thought in his eyes, but he still nodded.

"I can build your sword, but I have to teach Xiao San to fight iron in the morning, and I can't start building it for you in the afternoon, so you can get this sword tomorrow."

Putting the drawings on the table casually, he pressed a corner with the wooden barrel where the ale was placed, Tang Hao said.

"Okay, but can I stay here and watch you strike iron?"

Lin Ye nodded, looked at Tang San who was striking iron, and asked again.

After cultivating the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, Lin Ye's strength improved a lot.

Seeing that Tang San was able to strike iron, Lin Ye suddenly wanted to try it too.

However, if you want to try, you can't be so straightforward, before you try, you must first observe and observe.

"Whatever."

Tang Hao was a little strange about Lin Ye's request, but he was still very indifferent.

It's just teaching his son to strike iron, and there are no ulterior secrets in it, so Tang Hao will not refuse others to watch.

Although in the process of teaching his son to make iron, he will reveal a lot of skills in iron.

But these techniques are really just techniques, and they don't involve anything deeper.

Others, even if they learn, are limited in what they can gain.

After all, the hammer martial soul that does not have the skills to cooperate with the skill has learned the skill of using the hammer, and it is actually not very useful.

"Thank you, Uncle Tang Hao."

Lin Ye thanked politely, then walked to the side where he could see the iron, and began to watch.

Tang Hao, on the other hand, nodded noncommittally and began to continue to urge Tang San to strike iron.

"Don't want anything else, concentrate, keep striking the iron, beat this piece of iron to the size of a fist!"

Looking at Tang San, who was still a little distracted, Tang Hao pointed to the iron block in front of Tang San that had been burned red by flames, the size of a human head, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Dad, I see!"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San took a deep breath and calmed down.

Holding the wrought iron hammer beside him again, Tang San burst out with all the strength of his body, lifted it high, and then slammed it down, hitting the iron block again and again.

Suddenly, there was a dull "bell! "Bell! The sound kept coming.

But it's too difficult to forge a piece of iron the size of a human head to the size of a fist.

Most blacksmiths are afraid that it will be difficult to do it in a short period of time, let alone Tang San.

Although Tang San kept raising the forging hammer high, he then slammed it down, hitting the iron again and again.

But with all his might, he just smashed a depression of different shades on the iron.

It looked like a small meteorite with craters, but the size of the iron still hadn't changed much.

"You should rest first, if you continue to fight like this, I am afraid that even if you fight for three months, you will not be able to beat this piece of iron to the size of a fist."

In the process of constantly hammering the iron with all his strength, Tang San was already sweating profusely and panting unconsciously, but after working hard for so long, he never achieved much results, on the side, Tang Hao couldn't help frowning, shook his head, and said.

"How to strike iron, I'll show you!"

After speaking, Tang Hao stepped forward and pulled Tang San down, held the forging hammer himself, and said in a deep voice while demonstrating.

"Striking iron is not simply holding the wrought iron hammer in your hand and swinging it up and down, this way is the most stupid, not only is it easy to get tired, but the strength that can be exerted is also the lowest!"

"The correct way to strike iron is not simply to use the strength of the arms, but to use the strength of the whole body, starting from the two calves, to the waist and abdomen, then to the back, and finally to the arms, so that the power runs through the whole body, and the wrought iron hammer is injected to "throw" out. ”

"This is the way to get the most out of the hammer by smashing it on the iron, rather than just mechanically holding the hammer in your hand and lifting it up and swinging it down."

While explaining, Tang Hao held the wrought iron hammer and began to practice.

I saw Tang Hao stand upright, his feet were clasped on the ground as if they were rooted, and then in a deep drank, his body suddenly rose up,

It was as if the power suddenly burst out of the legs, flowing towards the body, from the waist and abdomen, to the back, and finally to the arms.

With a loud shout, Tang Hao picked up the wrought iron hammer from the ground, drew a circle in the air, slammed it down, and slammed the wrought iron hammer onto the iron.

"Bell !!"

With a deafening roar, Tang Hao's blow actually smashed a cylindrical depression a foot deep directly on the iron block the size of a human head.

This is half of the wrought iron hammer directly smashed into it, and the whole thing is embedded in it!

Seeing the scene in front of them, Lin Ye and Tang San couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts.

He actually smashed half of the wrought iron hammer into the red-hot iron, such a fierce blow, even the current Lin Ye couldn't do it.

Perhaps Lin Ye could use the Xuanyuan Sword Martial Spirit to stab the iron so deeply, but to smash such a heavy wrought iron hammer with a flat hammer surface into such a deep depth, it not only required great strength, but also extremely skilled skills!

"Now you try."

After continuing to swing the wrought iron hammer a few times, after demonstrating it a few times, Tang Hao put the wrought iron hammer down, took a step back, and said to Tang San.

"Good!"

Walking back in front of the red-hot iron, Tang San took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In his mind, he began to recall the skills that his father Tang Hao had said just now, and moved his body, and at the same time, he reached out and held the wrought iron hammer.

"The power is poured into the wrought iron hammer from the legs, to the waist and abdomen, to the back, and finally through the arms......"

Tang San thought silently in his heart, his body seemed to be floating in the water, his legs were tense, his body was slowly rising, and the strength began to flow through his legs, through his waist and abdomen, to his back, and finally through his arms, into a wrought iron hammer.

"Drink!"

As the strength of his whole body entered the wrought iron hammer, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

Then, in an instant, he lifted the wrought iron hammer in his hand high, and then smashed it heavily on the red-hot iron in front of him.

"Bell!"

Compared to the other few times, this time, Tang San actually smashed a hollow the size of a bowl on the iron,

This shocked Tang San's spirit, and he began to continue wielding the wrought iron hammer.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

……

The crisp clash of gold and iron resounded through the blacksmith's shop.

Under Tang San's continuous hammer smashing, on the red-hot iron, more depressions with a volume of the size of the bowl mouth began to appear,

And in the continuous hammering, the volume of the iron began to gradually decrease.

But for the skills taught by Tang Hao, Tang San still couldn't fully master it after all.

In the continuous swinging of the hammer, Tang San's correct posture was actually only half.

Over time, Tang San still couldn't help but be a little unable to hold on.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Tang San was sweating profusely, and even the hand that picked up the wrought iron hammer trembled a little, Tang Hao couldn't help frowning and shouted.

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San stopped, put the wrought iron hammer on the ground, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

"You go take a break, take a few sips of water, and wait until you're done before continuing."

Looking at Tang San, Tang Hao frowned and said.

On the side, seeing Tang San put down the wrought iron hammer, Lin Ye couldn't help but suddenly move his eyes slightly, and suddenly took a step forward and asked, "Uncle Tang Hao, can I try it?" ”