"Two or three days? It's okay, then you can have a good rest, as for the Shikijin Society, it shouldn't come again in a short time. Han Cripple said directly.

"Uncle Han knows that Abe?" Su Heng asked.

"I've heard that the Shikigami Society is the youngest Shikigami and is at the bottom of the eight Shikami."

When Han Cripple said this, he paused for a moment, and said: "But don't think that you have hit the other party hard, so you underestimate the Shishen Society, let's put it this way, you were able to hit him hard last night, there was a certain fluke, and the most important thing is that his Shishen is not around." ”

"Shikigami isn't around?" Su Heng was stunned.

"Of course, you think Shikigami is just a name? Their real strength lies in the style god they raise, but the next time the other party comes back, I'm afraid it will be the style god with them, and that is the complete state of the other party. Han Cripple said.

Hearing Han Cripple's words, Su Heng's heart sank, and the little pride he had just given birth to was suddenly extinguished.

Even an incomplete Abe blinded made him die nine times, and even lucky, plus the other party was not familiar with him, so he repelled it.

If he was one of the eight gods in his heyday, he would have no chance of getting anything to chance.

"But you don't have to worry too much, I guess he should be scared by you, and he won't do it until he really understands your reality."

Han Cripple glanced at Su Heng deeply.

Su Heng naturally understood what Han Cripple meant, but he didn't explain.

After all, this kind of thing, you have to be believed by someone to say it.

If it hadn't happened to him, Su Heng wouldn't have believed that there would be a Buddha and a witch living in someone's eyes.

In the next few days, Su Heng was recuperating from his injuries while learning to strike iron with Han Cripple.

That's right, it's iron.

In the words of Han Cripple, he always had to give his nephew a welcome gift, gold and silver were all mundane, and he was not rare, so he taught him to strike iron.

Of course, this striking iron is also exquisite, especially how to exert force, and how to use one's potential.

Don't look at the fierce mess when Han Cripple faced Abe before, but to be precise, he doesn't know any advanced martial arts, and even he only has one ability, that is, striking iron.

It's just that one law can be used for ten thousand laws, even if it can only strike iron, but when it reaches a certain level, it will be used to beat people, and the effect will be unexpectedly good.

Han Cripple didn't need Su Heng to inherit his mantle and teach him to strike iron, just to let him feel the process of accumulating momentum, and the kind of momentum that broke out indomitable.

After understanding this, and then integrating it into his own boxing skills, it will definitely make Su Heng's Neigang fist more explosive.

One teaches seriously, the other learns seriously.

Soon, Su Heng looked like a decent person, which made the pillars on the side very envious.

If he had this kind of talent, he might have reached the level of the master long ago.

"Don't envy him, everyone has everyone's creation, although you have average qualifications, you have a tendon in character, so that you can only do one thing without distractions, although it is slow at first, but it is easier to reach the peak, or even surpass me and become a real grandmaster."

Han Cripple saw that the pillar showed a look of envy, so he excused him.

"As long as I can catch up with Master." The pillar grinned.

"It's not productive."

Han Cripple also knew the character of the pillar, glared at him and stopped saying anything.

It only took Su Heng three days to completely recover, but at the request of Han Cripple, he beat the iron for another two days before he officially opened the furnace to refine his divine soldiers.

The refining process was much more boring than Su Heng imagined, and there was not even anything peculiar, some were just a kind of proficiency, and the calmness after thousands of tempering.

Although the speed is not fast, it is better to be stable, and everything is in order.

Ore is constantly melted into the furnace, and then some special materials are added, melted into gold juice, and poured into abrasives.

The gold juice here does not refer to gold, but to a specific one, in modern parlance, an alloy.

The weapon that Han Cripple wanted to build was nothing else, but a hammer the size of a fist.

The gold juice was poured into the abrasive, cooled quickly, and after waiting for it to be formed, Han Cripple looked at Su Heng and said, "You come." ”

"Me?"

Su Heng was a little surprised, as if he didn't understand what Han Cripple meant.

"Of course it's you, no matter how much you watch, it's not as good as getting started, and this first step is just rough practice, with your level, it's enough." Han lame smoked his cigarette stick and said unhurriedly.

"Okay."

Since Han Cripple said so, Su Heng was no longer hypocritical, picked up the hammer on the side, stood in front of the board, clamped the rough embryo with pliers, and smashed it down with a hammer.

"Bell!"

The rough embryo was much harder than expected, and even Su Heng's hammer only left a faint trace.

Su Heng suddenly felt that Han Cripple had taught him to strike iron before, so that for now, he would be used as a coolie.

However, Su Heng was not only not the slightest dissatisfied, but cherished this opportunity.

After all, not everyone can be recognized by Han Cripple and personally teach the art of striking iron.

For a whole half a day, Su Heng never stopped, hammer after hammer, and even in the back, he began to run the breathing method, every hammer hit, it was like hammering himself, making his muscles and bones vibrate, and his blood churned.

But in the process, his body is slowly getting stronger.

Han Cripple stood to the side, with a teachable look on his face.

There are some things that need the teacher's guidance, but there are also some things that need to be experienced and understood by yourself.

There is no doubt that Su Heng has already grasped the trick in this.

Even in the iron striking alone, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a teacher.

But if you want to create a good weapon, or even a so-called artifact, you can't just strike iron.

It is necessary to know the properties of various ores and metals, and even to be able to appreciate its fusion changes, so that combined with iron, plus the final quenching, and a series of additions, can be called a craftsman, or a master.

When Su Heng stopped, the rough embryo in front of him had shrunk significantly, and the top was extremely smooth, as if it had been polished.

But in fact, this was knocked out by Su Heng with a hammer.

At this time, Su Heng was also a little exhausted and sweating profusely, but his spirit was even more vigorous, his eyes were blazing, and he could be regarded as understanding the state of the previous pillar.

After most of the day, Su Heng felt that the benefits he had obtained were comparable to the results that could only be achieved by practicing boxing for two or three months.

He was so overjoyed by this discovery that he couldn't wait to do it again.

"Next is the refinement, your level is still poor, just look at it."

At this time, Han Cripple glanced at him and said directly.

(Chapter 5!) Today's update is complete. ）