What kind of place is Dark Harbor?

Strength and money are its only order, and freedom and chaos are its eternal dark symphony.

What was that man like when he was a teenager?

To use a popular phrase in the pre-civilization, people generally have 'middle two diseases' when they are young, self-righteous or ruthless, self-righteous or depraved, self-righteous and melancholy...

In short, everything is tinged with self-righteousness.

So, Shounen and Dark Harbor are an interesting pair, and when they collide together, a story will definitely happen.

The righteous will want to eliminate the injustice of the Harbor of Darkness.

The evil ones want to shine in the dark harbor....

It's an absolute stage.

A group of genius boys came up, each of whom thought they were the center of the world.

Some people say that the Dark Harbor is actually peaceful.

Although it is playing out sin and injustice every day, it is also releasing freedom and wildness every day, and this repetition of each day precisely forms its tranquility.

Because, it is not changed.

However, the teenagers have already appeared, and everything has not been changed?

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In a group of three hammers, the first two hammers must concentrate all their energy and refine the iron billet in an extremely fast time with a technique that was almost impossible to achieve before the Purple Moon Era.

And the last hammer must meticulously burst out all his strength.

Every hammer, Tang Ling is very serious, what he pursues is not to work hard to complete it, but to complete it perfectly.

The sound of his hammer dropping, listening carefully, each sound has some subtle adjustments and changes, including the seemingly simple final hammer, because only after a few beatings, will you find that the mystery of the last hammer is not only to burst the strength of the whole body, but also to make it more condensed, when the hammer falls, to ensure that most of the power is used on the rough blank, not escaped.

Doing so, it seems that it will make the restored, already fused with a trace of power, more condensed.

So, this third hammer is also crucial.

'Bell, bell, bell', Tang Ling's every sound was a changing thrashing sound, which seemed to be an incomparably beautiful piece of music to Boss Huang's ears.

He stretched out one hand, raised a finger, closed his eyes, like a conductor, dancing his hand to the rhythm of Tang Ling's iron.

What is the most beautiful power that human beings can burst out of this world? It's the power of thinking.

It doesn't matter if God laughs or not, after all, thinking is driving the progress of human civilization.

Tang Ling's thrashing sound has the charm of thinking, and it will be full of changes, well, good, changes in the right direction.

Boss Huang's enjoyment corresponds to Tang Ling's extreme fatigue.

With such three hammers, one group will have a deep sense of exhaustion, and several groups will feel the energy in the body being violently consumed.

However, such three hammers need each hammer to maintain an absolute state, think about it, a high concentration of spirit, the power of full burst...

Tang Ling gasped, he didn't want to stop, he seemed to have fallen in love with the feeling of tempering the rough billet, because no matter how Boss Huang covered it up, he also thought that this was a way to temper himself.

Unfortunately, he had to stop every few sets, and his current physical strength could not support him to continue striking iron.

After another six sets of beatings, Tang Ling's arms were sour as if they were not his own, but this was not the key to not being able to continue, the key was that Tang Ling felt that he had no physical strength, and the last hammer, almost supporting himself with his will, broke out with all his strength again.

This time, all the energy in the body was squeezed out, the energy disappeared, and the physical strength could no longer be supported.

At this time, Ding Ling seemed to have calculated the time, twisted his small body, tilted his round head, and brought a plate of food to Tang Ling.

A glass of seaweed juice, and Tang Ling's leftover breakfast.

Tang Ling took a steamed bun with a somewhat trembling arm, and this time there was a lesson, he only tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

Looking at Tang Ling's appearance, Ding Ling couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile: "You are too weak, strike hard, that will improve your stamina." ”

"The boss said that many people only pay attention to strength, speed or something in their basic abilities, but in fact, endurance, that is, physical strength, is something that should be paid more attention to."

"Huh?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows, he had always thought that the basic ability before, he really hadn't thought about physical strength.

This statement seems to have given him a hint of enlightenment.

"Yes, stamina! The boss said that if two ordinary people fight, the one who can have the last laugh must be the one with more lasting physical strength, put aside all the fog, the essence of fighting is fighting, and the essence of fighting is not to be able to persevere? Ding Ling glanced at Tang Ling with a 'you are so stupid' gaze, then snorted, and dropped the words "I will bring you food in two hours", and then twisted his little body and left.

But Tang Ling was stunned!

That's right, stamina! I have never paid attention to a basic ability before, if my physical strength is strong enough, not only can I hold on longer, but I can even take a few more beatings, right?

This striking iron also boosts physical strength, which is really a good job.

Inexplicably, Tang Ling was brainwashed, and after eating half of the steamed bun after three times and five divided by two, he felt that the energy began to recover again, and after it was full, he picked up the hammer at hand again.

On this day, the sound of the bell and the iron of the obsessed building has not stopped, from eight o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, a full twelve hours, which has long exceeded the nine hours set by Boss Huang.

And on this day, Boss Huang seemed to have been immersed in the enjoyment of listening to Tang Ling striking iron, and came to the door with six guests, but he rejected five, leaving only one to negotiate a deal.

It seems that talking about business with people will affect his enjoyment of listening to Tang Ling striking iron.

"I'm so tired." Boss Huang stretched his waist, watched Dingdong close the door of the store, and then took a rag, ready to wipe the already clean shop.

"You've been sitting all day, and you're tired?" Although Ding Dong's body is small, its movements are very swift, and in the blink of an eye, a treasure shelf is about to shine when she wipes it, which is simply not human speed.

It feels like a few breaths of air, and this treasure rack has been wiped a hundred times.

For this kind of cleaning speed, Boss Huang has long been accustomed to it, how can his jingle ding dong be ordinary? Facing Ding Dong's disdain, Boss Huang was not annoyed, smiled slightly, and said in a lengthened voice: "Why aren't you tired?" I took a business today. In normal times, I won't take a single order a month, after all, the number of customers in this obsessive building will not exceed 100 people a year. ”

"And I'm going to pick people. Not everyone is eligible to use the things produced by Angry Idiot Building. ”

Dingdong didn't bother to answer, and began to wipe other furniture, while glancing at Boss Huang.

But Boss Huang himself hissed, looked at the iron room, and said to himself: "Could it be that this kid is a lucky star?" Six people came to the door today, and there was still one eye-catching one who negotiated a deal. ”

"Well, I'm going to see this kid. It's been twelve hours straight, don't exhaust yourself to death. I finally waited for a lucky star..."As he spoke, Boss Huang walked into the iron room in the back hall with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Boss Huang's back, Ding Dong raised his head and muttered: "Worry is worry, what excuse do you make?" It's really weird, isn't this Tang Ling only here for a day? Why is the boss so concerned? Before I came, didn't I dislike it very much and find it troublesome? ”

Thinking of this, Ding Dong remembered Tang Ling's appearance of eating breakfast in the morning, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then thought that he could strike iron for so long, well, this person is not annoying.

As for what the boss thinks? Whatever, in short, who can guess his thoughts?

"Tut-tut, is there anyone as stupid as you? It's only five pieces of black iron rough blanks, and it took twelve hours to process them? Boss Huang's voice was mocking, looking at Tang Ling, who was meticulous in striking iron, his eyes were full of contempt.

Tang Ling's sweat at this time had already soaked all over his clothes, as if he had been fished out of the water.

The high temperature in the iron striking room is not something that anyone can bear, but according to Boss Huang's rules, nothing can be placed to cool down, not even a trace of wind.

Say it's everything that affects stability.

What is everything that is stable? The devil knows! In short, Boss Huang likes to be masochistic, and Tang Ling must work in such an environment.

Ignoring Boss Huang's mocking language, Tang Ling still devoted himself to striking iron, after twelve hours, he had already realized the benefits of striking iron, not only tempering himself, making his strength mellow, and improving his physical strength, but even his mental strength had been slightly improved.

It was an experience he hadn't had before at the Fortress of Hope!

You must know that on the days of the Hope Barrier, he even saved the time to sleep, and he never achieved such a training efficiency, and he had such an all-round improvement for himself, this group of iron fighting methods is really amazing.

"Tut-tut, you must be embarrassed to reply, right?" Boss Huang blew the pipe lightly twice, and the fire in the pipe was a little stronger, and he took advantage of this time to take a deep breath slowly, and a thick smoke came out of his nose: "You have simply set a record, the stupidest person can complete the refining of these five black iron rough billets in four or five hours." ”

Yes, it had been twelve hours, and Tang Ling had already finished refining four pieces of black iron rough billets, which were placed at his feet, emitting a bright silver light.

The rest of the piece has also been preliminarily bright silver, and it may take another half an hour to complete the thorough tempering.

In front of him, there was an empty plate, the rest of the breakfast in the morning had been eaten, and at noon, Ding Ling brought a piece of grilled fish, a plate of fried shells like a small gourd, which was also eaten by Tang Ling.

Because he was immersed in striking iron, Tang Ling didn't know what these foods tasted like, only that the food energy at noon was more surging than breakfast.

But this is already the limit, Tang Ling doesn't need dinner at all, he can't eat it.

However, before, he thought that he would need to digest that little breakfast for two days.

What kind of boost is this? It simply made Tang Ling ecstatic. In comparison, what is Boss Huang's sarcasm?

Stupid is stupid, maybe you don't have the talent to strike iron?

However, Tang Ling didn't know at all that Boss Huang was talking nonsense, an ordinary person, an ordinary genius in Boss Huang's heart, even if he was an ordinary person.

At the beginning of the contact with this group of iron striking methods, it takes 24 hours a day to be able to refine a rough billet is already very remarkable.

However, Boss Huang would never tell Tang Ling this fact.