Finally everything was ready, Hong Xiaobao fished out all the black iron one by one again, and began to hammer again with a loud bang.

It is also very rare to hammer so many dark orange dark iron on an anvil, everyone is a blacksmith, and they see it with relish, and many people also have itchy hands, and they can't wait to step forward immediately to help Hong Xiaobao.

It lasted until it was completely dark, and Hong Xiaobao hit all the dark iron together. casually glanced back, there were almost twenty people, and all of them were crowded in the courtyard, and they were immediately happy: "Wow, are there so many people who come to observe and study?"

The newcomers didn't know the stalk of observing and learning, they all looked at each other, Hong Xiaobao didn't care about them, and pushed the dark iron that had become a piece into the furnace fire and pulled the bellows.

Whew-

Whew-

The furious tongue of fire rose again, the old officials had long been numb, but the new officials began a new round of shock:

"Oh my God!

"This arm has at least a thousand pounds of strength!"

"What is this," the old spectator seemed to feel that he was already on the side of Hong Xiaobao, and said mysteriously: "You just watch, the surprised is still behind!"

After the high temperature of a pillar of incense, Hong Xiaobao once again took out the dark iron that had become orange. Now's the time for the real forge!

At that moment, the black iron block was placed on top of the anvil, and a new round of forging began with a loud bang.

Bell –

As soon as the hammer went down, there was a dull "bang", and the whole yard was slightly shaken, and fine dust spread out under the big anvil.

Bell –

Bell –

"Oh my God, isn't this guy going to take a break?"

"It's going to tire people out!"

The newcomers were all in shock, and some people who secretly felt that Hong Xiaobao's hammer method had no rules and regulations saw that so many people did not make a sound, and the governor was abnormal, so he did not say anything.

"Look at this man's hammering method," the old spectator assumed the role of temporary commentator, "although it is very messy and seems to have no rules, but each hammer is hammered in the key place...... According to Shopkeeper Li, this is most likely related to a well-known 'Crazy Demon Hammer Method'......"

Needless to say, all the blacksmiths immediately saw the difference, not to mention the rest, this very hard dark iron is being rapidly formed in Hong Xiaobao's hands.

It's just that......

Everyone's faces were a little strange, and when they saw the thing that was taking shape, they really didn't know what kind of Qimen weapon it was.

"But I don't know what kind of strange weapon this person wants to create, like a hammer and a shield...... Did you see that?"

"I don't know. Oh, Zhang Li, don't you know a lot about weapons, what is this?"

"It's a bit weird, and while I know a lot of weapons, I've never seen anything like it. ”

"How do I look at ...... Like a pot?" a man finally couldn't help it and spoke.

Everyone was speechless for a while, yes, it was like a pot, everyone could see that it was like a pot, but it must be a strange weapon, using dark iron to make a pot? Yes, it is mentally retarded!

"Hahahaha, you're funny, do you think someone will make a pot out of black iron?"

"Hehe, too," the man touched his head, a little embarrassed, but no brain circuit would have done such an earth-shattering thing.

But the crowd quickly fell silent.

Although I don't want to admit it, it's really getting more and more like a pot!

It doesn't make sense!

The dispute between the people is also becoming more and more intense, and it is obviously divided into two factions: the "isn't this a pot" faction, and the "which neuropathy will use dark iron to make a pot" faction.

"Isn't this a pot?"

"Ha-ha! Are you going to tell me that the most crazy weapon in Lei Yin City in recent years is a pot!"

"Uh...... Senior brother, I'm sorry to disturb you," just as the blacksmiths were about to fight, one of them finally couldn't help but ask: "Although it's very rude, I still want to ask, senior brother, are you going to make a mouthful...... Pot?"

Hong Xiaobao's pleasure of slapping his face had long since disappeared in the dispute of everyone, and at this moment he was really in disarray, his face had already turned gray, that is, the color of the common rock, and he said diligently, very restrainedly, and very politely:

"Well, yes. It's a pot. The last voice added softly: "Frying pan." ”

"......" Everyone was stunned.

"Ping...... Pan !??"

"What are you kidding?!"

"100 catties of Xuantie, made a frying pan!?"

"You made a pan!?"

Is this any different from taking a Maxima to grind? No! It's even more excessive!

"What a waste......! What a waste......! How can this be!" The old blacksmiths all sighed for a long time, and what they wanted to say was all combined into a sentence of "alas", which was extremely bitter, just like Hong Xiaobao was ruining his things.

In the blacksmith's opinion, Xuantie is the kind of treasure that has to be offered, and now someone actually uses this kind of treasure to make a pot: "Are you sick!" The blacksmith pointed at Hong Xiaobao angrily, "Are you crazy!"

"You mean that the pot is made of dark iron?" Among the people who continued to pour into this courtyard, there were some people who were not blacksmiths, although they did not have the feelings of blacksmiths, but they naturally knew the value of blackiron, and they were all amazed, "Even if a hundred catties of dark iron are scavenged from the monks, then at least two thousand five hundred spirit crystals, oh my God!

"It's already a luxury to spend twenty or thirty spirit crystals to make a weapon, he ...... He actually made a pot out of so many spirit crystals?"

"This is not the atmosphere!

......

"What's this?" Hong Xiaobao was angry, what did he like to do to them, and asked them to be crooked here, and deliberately laughed evilly: "Guys, poverty limits your imagination, master, my manger is made of dark iron! This pot is something that you can't earn for a lifetime, and I ...... for you Hey, hey, hey, hey......" Hong Xiaobao chuckled: "That's a month's pocket money." ”

"You!"

"You ......"

Everyone was choked up, and they couldn't refute it at all, and the sentence "Poverty limits your imagination" is really heartbreaking!

Everyone present was tortured by the monthly payment of ten spirit crystals every month, and they really couldn't imagine what Hong Xiaobao had done!

Looking at everyone's expressions like eating flies, Hong Xiaobao's heart was very happy, it was this group of people who had been chattering crookedly and annoying today, and now they could be regarded as getting back a city.

"Attention!" the old man's voice suddenly sounded, "It's time to start the fire!"