After the figure of the decadent Tang disappeared at the gate, Song Zhong, the lord of the Thundercloud Tower, immediately turned red with anger, pointed at the gate and scolded: "Mo Feng! You don't know what to do! Zhang Liao's future in the knife path is limitless! You, you, you! You actually let him learn to strike iron with you? I don't know how to be motivated, and I still want to harm Zhang Liao! Hmph, my old Song will leave the words here today! Don't let me catch you with any tricks, otherwise I will definitely hold the tower master accountable in person and take off your tower master's name! ”

Song Zhong's voice was loud, which made the two guards at the other end of the corridor frown when they heard it, and secretly said What kind of bastard did his tower master do? Why did the Lord of the Thundercloud Tower become so irritable? The two glanced at each other, and at the same time showed a gloomy look, there have been rumors about Lingyun Tower recently, it seems that Mo Feng has not been in the position of the tower master for a long time, and the two of them are also destined to be purged by the new tower master. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The future is uncertain!

Fang Zhixing said helplessly: "Song Dayan, let's say a few words!" If Mo Feng can listen to it, where will it be your turn to scold! ”

Guo Biao sighed, compared with the other three tower masters, his relationship with Mo Feng was very good, and it was really a pity to see his former friend do this.

The Lord of Qingyun Pagoda has been paying attention to Zhang Liao's body, and when he saw him staring at the hammer and being silent, he leaned over and whispered in Xiaomei's ear: "You go and persuade him, let him stop doing stupid things, what is not good to learn, and he can't learn to strike iron with Mo Feng!" ”

Xiaomei, who was wearing black-framed glasses, looked at Zhang Liao, pursed her lips and shook her head gently, the meaning was self-evident, Lin Luoying scratched her nose with a funny face, and said with emotion: "I really can't understand your current children more and more." ”

Jiang Shan on the side shrugged, and also paid attention to Zhang Liao, and he, like Xiaomei, chose not to interfere with Zhang Liao's choice. He clearly remembered the scene when he saw Zhang Liao for the first time, and he was deeply impressed by the stubborn eyes and the blood spilling from his mouth.

"I hope that the choice of the future will always be in your hands!"

The hammer lay quietly on the ground, the fist-sized body was strewn with tiny pits, and the handle was wrapped around a yellowish open-thread bandage, well, it was a "weathered" hammer.

Zhang Liao is fighting fiercely in his heart, is it true that he wants to learn to strike iron with Mo Feng? Even though "Sword Spectrum" automatically gave him primary casting skills, Zhang Liao didn't expect to have much achievement in this industry at all! Think about it, the ancient casting technology is limited to materials, utensils and other reasons, and it can't even be compared to before rebirth, let alone watching this future world! Although he was very puzzled that he still had to hold a hammer to cast in this era, this did not mean that his casting skills would definitely come in handy.

Moreover, it is impossible for him to gamble on his future, he must return to Huaizhen within three months, and he will encounter an unknown crisis nine times out of ten, and improving his strength as soon as possible is the top priority!

Zhang Liao gritted his teeth, picked up the hammer weighing five kilograms, and began to knock on the door a few steps forward. He has made up his own mind, and he's here anyway, so he has to give it a try, and maybe it's a test if it's a test!

Mo Feng's lazy voice came from inside the door: "Come in, what should the others do, I don't entertain idlers here!" ”

Lin Luoying, who could still keep calm, immediately crossed her waist and began to scold the street: "Okay, you Mo Feng, I think you were bombed to the point where your life and death are unknown, who spent three days and three nights saving you back?" It's good now, I'm an idler! ”

Suddenly, the door opened, and Mo Feng, who was full of gray hair, rubbed his head and said with a headache: "I really convinced you girl, Zhang Liao and I entered the casting room, and a few of you were watching from the sidelines next door, right?" ”

"Humph! Count you as acquaintances! Lin Luoying snorted coldly, pulled Xiaomei and walked to the next door pointed by Mo Feng, the three tower masters looked at each other speechlessly, and said that it was still a woman's face, and immediately followed to the next door.

"If you're a few seconds too late, you won't even be able to get in!" Mo Feng glanced at Zhang Liao, got out of the way, and the left cuff swayed slightly.

How can this old man be so hateful! There is no demeanor of a master at all!

Zhang Liao slandered in his heart and walked into Mo Feng's ...... Kennel.

It's messy, it's messy, it's surprisingly messy!

The room was extremely spacious, but as far as the eye could see, the wine bottles piled up all over the ground were uncountable, and the air was reverberating with a disgusting smell of wine, Zhang Liao couldn't see the figure of the flies, I am afraid that he was forced to crash early by the smell of wine!

This scene made Zhang Liao very surprised, take Lin Luoying as an example, they are also the owners of the outer towers, one is well-dressed, the other is difficult to compliment, one is majestic, the other is still difficult to compliment, one is noble, and the other is still difficult to compliment!

"Oh my God! This guy isn't really going to be a waste, is he? Zhang Liao swallowed hard, numbly followed behind Mo Feng, found a path among the messy wine bottles, and walked into a silver iron door in the room.

Wow!

As soon as he entered the forging room, Zhang Liao suddenly exclaimed in surprise, inside and outside the iron gate, there were two worlds! Not to mention the wine bottles, there is not even a trace of wine, hundreds of various molds are neatly placed on the wooden frames around, and what attracts Zhang Liao the most is that there are several forging platforms with unknown functions in the middle of the house, and Zhang Daguan's eyes were immediately firmly attracted.

Mo Feng casually pressed a few buttons on the wall, and with a bang, Zhang Liao found that a piece of the wall was suddenly replaced by a floor-to-ceiling window, and Xiaomei looked at him with a positive smile at this time.

His footsteps swayed slightly, his body was unstable, Mo Feng came to the forging table with his back hunched, and began to mess up, yawned, and his voice was blurred: "Look at it, I'll demonstrate it again, if it's not qualified, then get out of here!"

Hey! Master is still on the bar with you today!

Zhang Liao pursed his lips and didn't say anything, his eyes staring at Mo Feng's movements.

"It seems that the casting technology that watches over the world has not broken the old model!" Zhang Liao glanced at a bunch of materials on the display screen of the forging table, and knew in his heart, "Roughly speaking, it should be divided into three stages, material selection and smelting, mold filling and finalization, and post-processing. Well, it seems that the Lord of Lingyun Tower is going to test my memory, and I must write down all the materials and dosage! ”

Zhang Liao soon discovered that his memory had actually increased! The dosage of more than ten kinds of materials selected by Mo Feng, as well as the order and time, were all memorized by him.

Drunk and hazy, Mo Feng cleared the screen with a wave of his hand, he took a step back to make way for Zhang Liao, squinted and said, "According to the materials I just used, get a new one." ”

Hearing Mo Feng's words, Zhang Liao didn't say anything, and Song Zhong immediately roared like thunder: "Crazy Mo, what do you mean by this?" But then, Zhang Liao only saw Song Zhong's mouth open, and he couldn't hear the sound anymore, he turned his head to see that it was Mo Feng who blocked the sound.

"Annoying guys, I don't know how to stop for a while!" Mo Feng urged Zhang Liao impatiently, "What are you rubbing?" Not hurry? If you don't remember it, get out of here, it's a waste of my time! ”

Compared with Mo Forget's amiability, Mo Feng is an annoying and sloppy old man, Zhang Liao admonished himself that he could not meet him in general, looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, saw Xiaomei's encouraging and expectant eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and then began to click on the screen, and quickly reproduced the materials Mo Feng had chosen before, etc., exactly reproduction.

Mo Feng glanced at the screen, he didn't say anything, he just pressed the red button on the casting table, and it was obvious that Zhang Liao had passed the first level.

"What's next?"

This was the first thing Zhang Liao said to Mo Feng, and the sloppy old man glanced at him: "You will do whatever I say!" ”

After the red button was pressed, a progress bar was displayed on the screen, and Mo Feng pointed to the molds all over the room and said, "Choose one." ”

Zhang Liao didn't hesitate, and chose a mold that was closest to the sword style included in the "Sword Book", and Jiang Shan in the room over there immediately laughed: "I'm afraid this kid has made up his mind to learn swords!" ”

Song Zhong, who was standing on the side, said disdainfully: "What's so good about learning swords?" When the sword and martial arts were discussed, wasn't the Northern Lingyun Pavilion beaten by us so that it couldn't find the north? ”

Jiang Shan smiled, and Guo Biao suddenly interjected: "I heard that there is a genius in the north, who has been accepted by the Lord of Lingyun Pavilion, and his talent is not much better than that of Wu Tiandu. ”

"Huh!" Fang Zhixing waved his hand with a tired expression, "What are you talking about those useless things?" I still hope that Mo Feng can accept it when he sees it, so as to save Zhang Liao, the child. Through the various performances just now, Fang Zhixing found that Zhang Liao had maturity beyond his age, and when he heard Mo Feng's words, he not only did not rush to be impatient, but immediately prepared, and his memory was not only good, but also the successful memory reappeared without hurrying.

"Well, such a good foundation of energy must be taught by me personally!"

Fang Zhixing's face was determined, and he couldn't help but push him aside when he saw the situation: "Dream it!" ”

Several tower masters over there began to chatter and argue again, and Mo Feng, who was leaning on another forging platform here, suddenly said: "Three wrought iron, one point and two units, two thousand degrees." ”

After the progress bar was filled, the content on the screen changed, only the materials selected by Zhang Liao remained, clicked on the "Basic Type 3 Forging Iron" and the dosage, and quickly increased the temperature, Mo Feng said coldly: "One thousand three hundred and seventy-six!" ”

This is the number of the mold selected by Zhang Liao.

"Wuyan, zero thirds of a unit, added in four seconds. Standard contourer, 1 stick, add in 8 seconds. Fill the mold after thirteen seconds. Seventeen seconds later, add a fraction of a unit of the standard elemental agent. Twenty-five seconds later, the carbon is injected into the base type 2 segment. After 31 seconds, the temperature increased by 300 degrees...... After three minutes and twenty-seven seconds, add a standard plasticizer again, and cool down after four and a half minutes. Mo Feng said a large number of data in a vague manner, so that Zhang Liao had to pay full attention to hear clearly, and he also had to calculate the time in his heart, and his forehead couldn't help but sweat.

A sword-shaped mold appeared on the screen, Zhang Liao methodically realized Mo Feng's instructions one by one, he tried his best to do it one by one, and finally clicked the cooling button, very glad that he didn't hear Mo Feng's ridicule.

Call!

Zhang Liao breathed a sigh of relief, it was so dangerous, if it wasn't for the energy reaching fifteen o'clock, I'm afraid I would have to kneel here.

Fang Zhixing in the next room felt that Zhang Liao was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, there were not many thirteen-year-old children who could take the test so calmly under the gaze of the five tower masters. He was keenly aware that during the whole process, Zhang Liao maintained a high degree of concentration, and his hands did not tremble or hesitate, he couldn't help wiping his glasses, and said with emotion: "It is worthy of being a genius who has walked through a hundred meters of sword heart, and his psychological quality is absolutely first-class." ”

The other three tower owners nodded one after another, and Xiaomei and Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing.

Mo Feng's expression still didn't change, he just quietly waited for the cooling to be completed, and then personally operated the process of removing the mold. Zhang Liao quietly watched as a fiery red sword body with only a rudimentary form rose from the cracked forging table, and the heat hit his face, making his cheeks red.

The sloppy old man grinned, waved his hand and said, "Take the hammer and smash it yourself!" ”

What do you mean by smashing yourself?

Zhang Liao's eyes widened, and why is your tone so casual? Haven't you been infected, and changed your attitude? Zhang couldn't help but look at the appreciation of the four tower owners over there, and thought to himself, everyone is the tower master, can you give some face?

After a short pause, Mo Feng urged impatiently: "Hurry up, I'm going to die." ”

“……”

With the burning red sword body rising together, there was also a lever, Zhang Liao tried to fiddle with it a few times, and the sword body held by the mechanical arm changed its position, and when he confirmed that he was in power, he held the casting hammer tightly, took the initiative to activate the primary forging skill, and began to beat it in a decent way.

Jingling, sparks splashing, the sword body was reinforced, and the blade was formed, Zhang Liao sighed in his heart the benefits of body strengthening, and after knocking so many hammers, he only felt a little sour, and in the past, it was estimated that he would have been tired and lying down.

However, it didn't take long before it was stopped by Mo Feng.

Zhang Liao's heart trembled, could it be that something went wrong?

Mo Feng raised his eyelids and looked Zhang Liao up and down, and asked, "Have you studied before?" ”

"A little."

Expressionless, Mo Feng was silent for a moment, nodded, and let Zhang Liao stand aside, and the sword body that was about to take shape was chosen by him to return to the furnace to rebuild.

"What are you doing here? Isn't Zhang Liao almost finished? Song Zhong asked loudly with a glare. Guo Biao glanced at Mo Feng's movements, raised his eyebrows, and a bad thought surged in his heart: "Won't it?" Mo Feng seems to have taken a fancy to Zhang Liao! ”

Song Zhong immediately denied: "Dream! That's impossible! Mo Crazy will strike iron, will he take a fancy to Zhang Liao? ”

Boom!

Song Zhong was taken aback, and glared at Fang Zhixing, who smashed his fist on the floor-to-ceiling window: "Four-eyed toad, you are going to die!" ”

Fang Zhixing didn't bother to pay attention to him, raised his hand and pointed at the drunken and hazy sloppy old man, and scolded angrily: "Heaven damn Mo Feng!" You have to think clearly, even if Zhang Liao worships Song Dayan as a teacher, he can't learn to strike iron with you! Don't hurt yourself and others! ”

Hearing Fang Zhixing's hysterical scolding, Lin Luoying also saw the signs, and she said to Xiaomei helplessly: "It's good now, even Mo Feng has taken a fancy to your little boyfriend!" She pinched Xiaomei's nose, "If only you had persuaded him earlier, if he was really determined to follow Mo Feng, would it be possible to be a blacksmith for the rest of his life?" ”

Xiaomei's face was slightly red, she bit her lip and looked at Zhang Liao, who looked sluggish, thinking that there was nothing shameful in marrying a blacksmith.

Because the voice was blocked, Zhang Liao couldn't hear what was being said next door at all, and he didn't have the heart to care about what they were saying, because Mo Feng said indifferently while operating the forging table: "I'm already a wasted person, the only thing I can teach you is to strike iron, if you still want to learn, put on a helmet, if you don't want to, get out of here." ”

The helmet that the sloppy old man was talking about was something from another black forging table, which had no complicated buttons, only a helmet. The color of the helmet was also pitch black, the style was ordinary, and he couldn't see anything peculiar, he raised his hand to pick it up, and saw that there was actually a piece of transparent glass on the forging table under the helmet, and in the glass, there was some gray unknown liquid that shimmered with fluorescence.

Zhang Liao pondered Mo Feng's words in his heart, while the sloppy old man looked at him quietly.

It's a fateful choice.

Zhang Liao, who was holding a black helmet, seemed to be standing on the dividing line of fate leading to the unknown.

Put it on, or put it down?