Is this difference too subtle to be verified? Absolutely!

Tang Ling took a deep breath, and in the same way, dropped a second hammer with his left arm.

This time the result is a little worse than the right arm falling the hammer, this is human inertia, as long as it is not left-handed, the right hand is more powerful, and the right arm is more flexible.

Therefore, Tang Ling was not moved by this result, thinking that he was getting worse and worse.

He is willing to calm down, ponder little by little, and achieve perfection little by little.

Since it is a group of three hammers, it is necessary to complete the third hammer.

This third hammer has no skills, let alone complicated, that is, holding the hammer with both hands, using all the strength of the whole body, hammering down a heavy hammer.

At first, Tang Ling thought he was wrong.

Therefore, when Boss Huang demonstrated for the first time and asked him to express his feelings, he also said it, but he was not sure in his heart.

But the strange thing is that Boss Huang doesn't deny it at all.

If it was wrong, Tang Ling believed that Boss Huang would deny it, after all, it was for him to strike iron, and there was no need for him to let Tang Ling use a wrong way to strike iron and waste his materials.

So, Tang Ling got the answer, this third hammer is to burst out with all his strength, leaving no spare strength to hit a heavy hammer.

Does such a hammer have any benefit to refining? Tang Ling doesn't know how to strike iron, and he is too lazy to ask questions, and if he learns the foundation in a down-to-earth manner, he will have more understanding, and it is the right attitude to ask questions at this time.

Therefore, Tang Ling rested slightly, and carefully understood the subtle changes brought by the first two hammer drops, and then held the hammer tightly with both hands, and just like that, he used up the strength of his whole body and dropped the third hammer heavily.

The 'bell' sounded dull and fast, and there was no difference between the sound of Boss Huang's hammer.

However, after this third hammer fell, Tang Ling's face changed suddenly.

With an instinct for precision, he could feel the power explode in an instant, consume it, and then quickly recover from it.

But in the process of restoration, his power seems to become, as if it becomes, how to say? More realistic?

This is different from the subtle feeling of the previous two hammers, which are the subtle feeling of being able to feel the cohesion of the power when it needs to explode with all its strength in the last blow of the rebound.

And what to say after the last hammer falls? The power of recovery becomes the power that is a little more condensed.

**

Boss Huang was sitting in the huge front hall at this time.

The vestibule is the pavement.

However, this shop looks very strange.

This strangeness is not to say that the style of the entire shop is messy and gives people a strange feeling.

On the contrary, the decoration of this shop is very elegant, whether it is the display of wooden furniture, or the decoration of calligraphy and painting, it is just right.

It will not give people a feeling of being dazzled, but missing the details, and let everything in it not only complement each other, but also show their own characteristics and values.

Yes, how can such an arrangement give people a strange feeling? It's strange, this is a shop, and it's an iron shop, why isn't there a display of related goods?

On the contrary, it is like a tasteful and elegant hall, which is used to receive distinguished guests of status.

Tang Ling hadn't seen this shop, if he did, he would wonder how this Boss Huang was going to make money?

At this time, Boss Huang was very leisurely.

The recliner in the shop is very comfortable, the blanket under the recliner is very fine, and the fluff on it is soft with a little toughness, which is just right for massaging the soles of the feet.

If someone who knows the goods sees it, they can recognize it at a glance, this blanket is actually a fourth-level fierce beast only in the cold sea, and the fur of the ice polar thunderstorm sea lion is the best inner armor material, and it is too luxurious to be spread on the ground at random like this.

But Boss Huang didn't care.

Fourth-level fierce beasts? If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find a better replacement, he felt that this fur was a little lower.

At this time, he had a pot of tea on the small table at hand, which was brewed for him by Jingling, the kind of tea with green and red.

There is also a pot of wine that I don't know what kind of luxury it is, and a plate of crispy raw rice, and a plate of rare specialty fruit in the ocean-Haili Red.

Half-squinting eyes and smoking a pipe are really like a fairy-like enjoyment.

From the back of the iron room, Tang Ling's sound of striking iron came, it was not perfect, but I don't know why Boss Huang listened, a faint smile still appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered a vague word, only vaguely hearing two words.

The door of the shop is facing the lively street, and a woman walking by the side of the street accidentally caught a glimpse of Boss Huang's smile, and her face couldn't help but be slightly hot.

Boss Huang sensitively noticed it, and blinked at the woman frivolously, and the woman stopped, as if she was hesitating about something?

However, in the next second, Boss Huang's brows furrowed, what is Tang Ling, this stinky boy, doing? Why did the sound of striking iron stop after only three sounds? He was listening with interest.

The woman on the street saw Boss Huang frowning, and walked away quickly to be bored.

At this moment, Tang Ling rushed out of the iron room, looking at Boss Huang, looking a little excited.

"Is this a refining billet? Or refining the power of people? It's a way to build up strength, right? Tang Ling looked at Boss Huang and asked a few questions in a row.

Boss Huang's brows relaxed, and then he glanced at Tang Ling with disdain, what charm can a fiery young man have? Looking at such a monkey anxious appearance, it is simply too ungraceful.

picked up the purple sand teapot beside him, took a sip of tea to his mouth, and Boss Huang said lightly: "Iron is iron, I have nothing to do, why are you doing it?" ”

"However, I feel it, I've been stuck in the bottleneck for a long time. The power has never been able to come together, but today it has finally loosened. Tang Ling was a little incoherent, he didn't have anyone to guide him, and all the questions were thought by himself.

If it weren't for the perfect gene chain, he wouldn't have known where he was stuck and couldn't progress.

This is the first time he has encountered a bottleneck, although he has thought clearly about the reason, but he can't think of a solution, and now it has begun to change, how can he not be excited.

Looking at the excited Tang Ling, Boss Huang smiled, put down the teapot, and said leisurely: "That's just a side effect, you don't have to care too much." ”

"Of course I care, why is it loose?" Tang Ling couldn't wait to come out, just to ask this question.

Only when you understand the truth will you have a direction, and only when you have a direction will you know how to work towards that place.

"Of course it will be loosened, the first two hammers, the cumulative power of the layers, is the process of letting the power merge and condense together, and when the hammer of the explosion is broken, it is actually the power of fusion and condensation."

"The last hammer consumes the strength of the whole body, and what is replenished is naturally the power that has been condensed."

"You want to know why, and it's as simple as that. Therefore, you should understand that this is a process that cannot be tricked, and only by honestly hammering it down will all your existing forces be integrated together to form a more cohesive force. ”

"At this time, the energy you have stored will be replenished and new power will be formed, and then you will make a new fight." Boss Huang answered Tang Ling's question in one breath, without the slightest concealment, although his words were simple, he made the point clear.

Tang Ling nodded heavily, his attitude was very modest at this time, and he asked, "Then everyone uses this method to integrate their strength?" ”

"How is that possible? I'm just an ironworker, this is my unique iron-striking skill, is it possible that I want to teach everyone? Everybody's coming to strike iron? Others want to integrate and penetrate, and the 'pressure method' is generally used, under heavy pressure, to exhaust their strength again and again, and then let the strength condense. "Boss Huang really knows everything.

"Which one is better?" Tang Ling asked.

"Does it have anything to do with you? Now you can only strike iron, and since it has this side effect, you can enjoy it. Rich people can rent pressure chambers, do you have money? If you don't have money, go and carry stones, are you free? Ask useless questions. Boss Huang glanced at Tang Ling.

He obviously refused to say which method was better, and only admitted that this was the side effect of striking iron.

"Okay, I see, I'll go back to striking iron now." Tang Ling didn't ask any more questions, and honestly went back to the iron-striking room to continue his great iron-fighting business.

As for how much he believed in Boss Huang's words, it didn't matter at all, since striking iron has a long-term effect, it can condense strength, and finally integrate strength, so he will work in this direction.

"This kid is quite cute, cuter than his father." Boss Huang muttered again.

At least, Tang Feng didn't have Tang Ling's steadfastness back then, and he was impetuous like a little madman.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Boss Huang's face again, as if he was not sad about Tang Feng's final death.

He lazily took out a bell from his pocket, shook it twice, and soon Jingling appeared in front of Boss Huang with an impatient face.

"People are studying, what are you going to do?"

"Huh." Boss Huang reached out and pinched Ding Ling's round face, and Ding Ling rolled his eyes and glared back.

"Still studying? Shouldn't I have gotten a food album out of nowhere, and you're drooling, right? ”

Ding Ling's face turned red, like a dyed rice ball, and he hurriedly said, "Oh, boss, you have something to say quickly." ”

"Go, heat up Tang Ling's remaining breakfast and bring him to the iron-striking room. Well, in two hours, I'll send another lunch..."Boss Huang stretched.

At this time, the street suddenly became inexplicably lively, and there were some excited roars of people.

But Boss Huang and Ding Ling didn't care, and Boss Huang just said: "Look at the current situation, you should be able to eat, and if you have dinner, let's talk about it." ”

Jingle nodded, and turned to leave.

At this time, Boss Huang turned his head to look at the lively street, but he only glanced at it, and then poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

"Are you coming? It won't be long before it comes, right? Tang Ling's time is running out, but where can he go? ”

Boss Huang muttered to himself, a glass of wine had entered his throat, and then sighed and said, "That's it, everything depends on the will of God, let it be." ”

And on the lively street over there, you can vaguely see that in the center of the bustle, there is a young man with a sword on his back...