To the old blacksmith's disappointment, most of the hour passed, Xiao Yun was still waving the hammer in his hand in place, letting the hammer fall at will, knocking on the materials on the cylindrical platform without any rules, and he couldn't see a trace of the Twelve Linglong Hammer Method, more like a mentally crazy person beating randomly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no specific chapter of the Twelve Linglong Hammer Method, whether you can master the talent and understanding of the craftsman, if you can understand the key, you can quickly learn the Twelve Linglong Hammer Method, as for being able to stick to a few hammers, it depends on the strength and divine strength of the caster, after all, every time you swing the hammer, the burden on the body and soul is very large.

After watching for another hour, the old blacksmith finally gave up all expectations, only that Xiao Yun could not comprehend the true meaning of the Twelve Linglong Hammer Technique and went mad, frantically waving the hammer in his hand, and kept repeating the same very mechanical action.

"Hey!"

The old blacksmith sighed deeply, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have a few more, looking more old, Xiao Yun was the third person he was optimistic about who might comprehend the Twelve Linglong Hammer Method, but he didn't expect it to still end in failure.

His first two apprentices, one of whom had a very high comprehension of the craftsman's way, and the old blacksmith's expectations for him were also very high, but when this person first comprehended the Twelve Linglong Hammer Method, he was too aggressive, and after completing the first two hammers, he wanted to forcibly cast the third hammer, but in the end, because he couldn't bear the huge pressure brought by the hammer method, he vomited blood and died on the spot.

The second apprentice of the old blacksmith has a much more calm and down-to-earth personality, although his talent is not as high as the first apprentice, but he relied on his own efforts to comprehend the true meaning of the twelve Linglong hammers little by little, and successfully completed the first two hammers, but before the old blacksmith was happy for a few days, his second apprentice died unexpectedly in a battle.

Since then, the old blacksmith has never met a craftsman with enough talent and concentration to cultivate the Twelve Linglong Hammer Method, as for the Tang family, which has been passed down for dozens of generations, it has already completely degenerated at this time, and only cares about how much money his workshop has made during this time, whether it can meet their expenses, and does not care about the inheritance of the Tang family's casting technique.

Just when the old blacksmith was disheartened, Xiao Yun suddenly appeared in the workshop, although his forging talent was very average, and the forging technique was also a little rusty, but he seemed very comfortable when making arrows, but his concentration and persistence finally made the old blacksmith decide to try again and teach Xiao Yun the Twelve Linglong Hammer Method.

Unexpectedly, the final result was still like this, Xiao Yun seemed to have fallen into a crazy situation, and there was no trace of brilliance in his eyes.

The old blacksmith sighed wistfully, the expression on his face looked very tired, and he was about to walk up to stop Xiao Yun from continuing to hammer aimlessly, when suddenly, he saw a brilliant light burst out in Xiao Yun's eyes, like a raging golden flame, illuminating the entire room.

At this time, Xiao Yun's right hand was raised to the top of his head, and a vast sound came from the hammer in his hand, as if a prehistoric giant beast had woken up from a long slumber, and let out a long howl, shaking Cangyu, with this sound, invisible ripples spread out to all sides, and even made the power of rules that could not be easily recognized by the naked eye manifest, like colorful silk threads, floating around Xiao Yun's body.

"It's ...... The mark of the Word! ”

The old blacksmith was taken aback, he didn't expect Xiao Yun to be able to directly manifest the power of the rules, so that the naked eye could directly observe that the old blacksmith had lived for so many years, and he had never seen anyone who could do this, whether it was those peerless powerhouses standing at the top of the Heavenly Pillar Realm, or those so-called craftsmen and gods, they could not let the mysterious Dao manifest.

At this time, the hammer in Xiao Yun's hand fell suddenly, the speed was very fast, his arm suddenly disappeared, as if extending into a different time and space, only to hear the gray stone placed on the cylindrical platform make a crisp sound, a light bloomed like a firework, and fell on the power of the rules floating around.

Suddenly, streamers flashed on all the regular forces around them, and after flowing in a circle between the regular lines, they finally returned to the gray stone blocks on the cylindrical platform.

Before the light could completely disappear, the second hammer followed, slamming down on the material, and another light of different colors was born, and the front and back rays of light were intertwined, turning into a brilliant firework again, splashing on the power of the rules around it.

Bite! Bite! Bite!

As the crisp sound continued to come, the whole small room seemed to become a fantasy world, and the streamers illuminated this small room like a dream, and the old blacksmith looked at everything blankly, his brain seemed to be down, unable to understand what was going on in front of him.

After eight crisp sounds in a row, Xiao Yun suddenly spewed out a mouthful of turbid gas, like an air arrow, directly leaving a bowl-sized hole in the incomparably hard ground, at this time, the power of the molten dragon in his body was already like a surging tide, roaring and surging towards his arm, the power had reached the limit that Xiao Yun could control, if it was one point bigger, his originally hard as steel indestructible arm would most likely collapse in an instant.

As Xiao Yun guessed at the beginning, the cylindrical metal platform in front of him was really related to the Molten Dragon Clan, the moment the hammer in his hand fell, he heard a dragon's roar from the round platform, and the power of the Molten Dragon in Xiao Yun's body was instantly triggered, and the dragon-shaped lines on the outer wall of the round platform also began to emit a faint light.

After that, with each swing of the hammer by Xiao Yun, the resonance between the power of the molten dragon in his body and the metal round platform became even stronger, and by the time he completed the eighth hammer, he had already reached a peak. At this time, Xiao Yun had to expel all the accumulated power, otherwise even with his physical body, it would be difficult to resist this huge force.

Immediately, Xiao Yun shouted, suddenly controlled the power of the molten dragon in his body, and with the power of this hammer, he suddenly poured into the gray stone on the round platform, and suddenly there was a clear dragon roar from the round platform, even the old blacksmith could hear it clearly, if it wasn't for the special treatment of his small workshop, I am afraid that the people on the entire street would be able to hear this dragon roar.

Accompanied by the sound of the dragon's roar, the power of the rules floating around, like a fish returning to the sea from the shore, poured into the round platform one by one, and frantically poured into the gray stones, which were not very hard, and the gray stones that were not hard were shattered, but all the fragments seemed to be completely manipulated by a pair of invisible hands, suspended in mid-air and recombined, turning into a long arrow.