"Bell, bell. "The sound of striking iron is endless, but it doesn't feel unpleasant, and the sense of rhythm is very strong.

Jin Shi still understands something, and a lot of daily training in iron making him realize that playing a sense of rhythm can save a lot of strength. He never deliberately pursues this style of play, the strength is saved, but the training effect is much worse. It's easy to play the rhythm, the difficulty is to maintain that rhythm. Jin Shi has felt that the rhythm is together, and the power of each hammer will increase, and it is impossible to control it at all. And the body also has to go very well to the strength and maintain a delicate balance.

Jin Shi didn't know how long he had been standing, but the sound of striking iron was still in rhythm, which could only explain one thing, this rough silver-haired old man was definitely a high-level forger.

Striking iron creates a sense of beauty that only a blacksmith can do. Jin Shi was also fascinated by this beauty, and his steps moved forward on his own, getting closer and closer.

He focused on the felt, and a piece of metal was quickly broken into a thin sheet, but he was still pounding. He gave up the sledgehammer, clamped the small piece of iron in the air with tweezers, quenched it with flowing motion, and then returned to the furnace.

He kept moving in his hands, and the tweezers pulled out another piece of red-hot metal.

The sound of "bell, bell" spread again.

Jin Shi was amazed, although he didn't know how to black, he could hear that the hammer had a rhythmic sound from the second sound. And it's very casual, and it's not deliberate, it's really incredible.

He kept his weight pounding as he stared into the furnace. However, the hammer in his hand still has a sense of rhythm.

Master, definitely a master, Jin Shi only has this one idea.

"Try?" asked Zhizhong, in a rough mouth.

Strange to say, Jin Shi has long been tired of striking iron, but at this time there is a feeling of eagerness to try. Since the masters have spoken, try it, anyway, you have a lot of strength. After standing for so long, my strength has also regained somewhat.

"Good. "The golden stone should be taken in one bite.

Without hesitation, the giant hammer was thrown directly over, jumping the golden stone. However, the weight stop did not look at the gold stone at all, and the tweezers took out the metal that had just been beaten into thin sheets, and replaced it with a delicate small hammer to strike. He moves extremely fast, and the flakes quickly deform and bend, slowly tending to become crescent-shaped.

As for the golden stone, he didn't even look at it.

As soon as he took the hammer, Jin Shi regretted it, the hammer was at least five hundred catties, and he threw it like this, almost flashing to his waist. Fortunately, the training intensity is high enough during this time, and the endurance is strong.

He still has some common sense, strike the iron while it is hot, since this piece of iron is handed over to him, he can't delay the master's work because of the weight of the hammer.

Jin Shi let out a deep breath, picked up the hammer high, and smashed it down with all his strength, with a "bell", the sound was harsh, and the red metal did not move at all, but Jin Shi's hand was paralyzed by the shock.

Under the hammer, he was already miserable. Just as the hammer was about to get rid of his hand, Jin Shi's body was full of golden light, so he stabilized the hammer and felt pain under strong pressure.

Jin Shi was embarrassed, thinking to himself what kind of metal this was, how could it be so hard. Is it a shame to give up after hitting a hammer? At this time, the young man's stubbornness was on his head, Jin Shi's eyes were like torches, staring at the red metal, and the heavy hammer was picked up by him again. "Bell" sounded, and it struck again.

With the protection of Gangqi this time, Jin Shi felt that the pain was much smaller this time, but the metal was not deformed at all. This completely aroused Jin Shi's competitive spirit, "Bell, bell." "Don't beat your life to death.

"Foot stride, use the leg to exert force, drive to the waist, drive the body and arms to exert force. "Stop the work in your hands, and give a faint reminder.

Only then did Jin Shi realize that he was still striking iron in a casual manner, and he knew that the silver-haired old man was reminding him of the correct forging posture. Jin Shi knew that now was not training, but a real iron work, so he didn't dare to slack off and did what he said.

He could clearly feel that the force of each hammer increased greatly, but the metal just didn't mean to be deformed in the slightest. But he's still holding on.

Jin Shi gave up holding the hammer with one hand, he did not pursue speed, only strength, and kept swinging from side to side with both hands holding the hammer. The sound of "bell, bell" was deafening, and his arm was numb from the shock, but the metal still had no intention of deforming.

Jin Shixin is horizontal, teeth are bitten, Gang Qi runs to the extreme, the horse steps are heavy, the calf is forced, the waist is driven, and the arm is driven. He let out a dull thud, and the hammer he picked up fell high. Hearing only the sound of the "bell", there was a huge vibration from the heavy hammer, and the body flew upside down.

However, Jin Shi was unaware, and the moment he felt the force of the shock, he was already unconscious.

Zhi Zhong raised his head suddenly, and his figure suddenly appeared behind Jin Shi, and he gently caught him. He frowned and glanced at Jin Shi, and said to himself, "Am I in too much of a hurry?" ”

Grunt, the sound came from the belly of the golden stone.

Jin Shi has just completed the gravity ladder, which can be described as physically and mentally exhausted, and he was forcibly forged as soon as he recovered a little, and he was not unconscious who was unconscious.

The evening breeze gently brushed his cheeks, and Jin Shi slowly opened his eyes to find himself lying in Da Soman's rocking chair. The silver-haired old man was still busy in front of the iron felt, but at this time, there was an additional set of armor in front of the iron felt, which had been completed for the most part. Although it has not been carefully polished, it still has a dazzling luster.

The banging sound continued, but it didn't affect Jinshi's sleep. Jin Shi had to admire the silver-haired old man in front of him, only by knocking out the sense of rhythm would it not make people feel irritable and affect their sleep!

What made Jin Shi blush was that there was a cold piece of metal on the iron felt, lying there quietly, it was an unknown piece of metal that had tortured him unconscious.

Zhi Zhong still focused on the work in his hand, and said lightly: "Return the metal to the furnace, and quickly eat something to replenish your strength." ”

"Good. Jin Shi promised that the work he undertook would be completed on his knees.

The stone was put into the furnace with tweezers, and he was familiar with it. Da Soman's coffee table was piled high with all kinds of food, and there was a pot of hot tea.

Just by smelling the taste, you know that the faint and elegant smell is Da Soman's private collection, Wuyin Spring Tea. Usually wasting a little bit will be nagged by Da Soman for a long time, because it is indeed a good thing and has a restorative effect.

Jin Shi picked up the pour, and Da Soman was not there anyway.

The more you drink Wuyin Spring Tea, the more wonderful it feels, and the special elegant taste seems to moisten people's internal organs, and it suddenly feels a lot of energy. Jin Shi is not a tea lover, but also fell in love with this taste.

A pot of hot tea was in his stomach, Jin Shi felt even more hungry, and grabbed towards a piece of meat bigger than his head, in his experience, this was definitely a piece of demon beast meat.

While gobbling it up, Jin Shi also paid attention to the situation of the metal in the furnace, although he didn't understand it, but judging by the hardness, it should be very valuable, but don't destroy the master's materials.

In his free time, he waited and watched the tempering method of stopping weight, and wanted to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily.

At this point, the stop weight is just right to re-clamp out a piece of reddish metal with pliers. He lifted the hammer as easily as a feather, making Jinshi drool.

Zhi Zhong said lightly: "A hammer to charge." ”

"Bell", the metal is seriously deformed.

"Two hammers borrow. ”

"Bell", the metal was deformed again, more serious than the deformation of the hammer just now.

"Triple hammer control. ”

"Bell", a loud bang. The metal seemed to be pinched into mud and went straight down.

Jin Shi was dumbfounded, under the three hammers, one hammer was heavier than the other, and the strength almost increased exponentially. However, he couldn't deform the metal even a little with a single blow.

"Got it?" asked Zhizhong, stopping what he was doing.

Jin Shiqiang swallowed the meat stuck in his throat and nodded desperately, but he felt that something was wrong, and then shook his head desperately.

"Try it yourself. "There are not many mood swings in weight.

Jin Shi continued to gobble up, and the misty spring tea poured violently, and at this point he needed to recover quickly, because the metal block burned red. He underestimated the rhythm of the beating, not to mention whether it was labor-saving, and the increase in the force brought by the rhythm of the beating was greater than he had imagined in the past. Only then did he realize how superficial his previous understanding was.

Masters, absolute masters, must learn.