As the saying goes, three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion. Yang Qi can now tell everyone very responsibly: not only the champion, but also the master, and even the "god". And Ou Yezi in front of him, the moment the hammer fell, he brought Yang Qi into a mysterious world. Yang Qi's eyes widened, his pupils tightened, and he held his breath as he stared at the qi in front of him.

Everyone will burst into charm in what they are best at. Yang Qi once learned to dance, and one of the things he was very impressed by was that a young man who usually looked indifferent, but when he danced on stage, he could burst out with a strong appeal, making people think that he was extremely handsome. At that moment, he forever realized one thing: a dancer is only the most authentic self when he dances on stage.

for his soul, his glory, is in the dance.

And what Ou Yezi showed at this time was ten million times stronger and ten million times thicker than that young man. If Ouyezi felt like a mountain just now, then it is a volcano at this time. With a scorching heat, with passion, and a kind of strictness, waving the hammer in his hand. Every time it falls, it is like magma spraying, sparks splashing everywhere, and the heat is pressing. The feeling of hammering the iron embryo is more like a stern father, beating his son in the most skin-to-skin way.

In Yang Qi's eyes, Ou Yezi's form was no longer visible. He subconsciously ignored all external movements, captured the most shocking spiritual connotation, and immersed himself in it to enjoy the touch.

Interlaced like a mountain, if it is not a blacksmith with superb skills, I am afraid that I will not be able to feel the charm of Ou Yezi's hammer. In the eyes of ordinary people, Ou Yezi is just smashing iron with a hammer. It's just that for some reason, people will hold their breath and dare not disturb. But Yang Qi is no ordinary person. He has a strong mental power, and most importantly, a strong sense of perception. Especially when Ou Yezi also has an extremely high spiritual cultivation. And when he unreservedly showed the spiritual core, Yang Qi was brought into the magical forging world together.

The burned, half-melted iron embryo changes shape in the hammer, which varies in severity. The lightest is like a master carver carving fine textures, and the heaviest hammer is almost like smashing an anvil and blasting its power deep into the earth's crust. In such a light and heavy hammer blow, the iron embryo changed various shapes, and it seemed that something profound was invisibly engraved by this hammer after hammer.

Boom, after a shocking sound, Yang Qi was shocked and withdrew from that wonderful world. No conversation is required. But he knew that Ou Yezi's hammering was over. Sure enough, Ou Yezi put down the forging hammer and threw the still hot red iron embryo back into the furnace.

Then, Ou Yezi picked up a sweat towel and wiped his forehead, and drank again. He didn't sweat from start to finish during the entire casting process. But at the moment when he put down the hammer, countless sweats suddenly appeared, and his hair was stained.

"How?" Ou Yezi looked back at Yang Qi: "What does Mr. Yang think?"

"Breathtaking, incredible. Yang Qi shook his head in admiration, and couldn't help but applaud lightly: "I saw another world, another world, and it was a completely different and magnificent landscape. ”

Ou Yezi heard this. The pig-iron-like face also stretched slightly: "Mr. said it well, but Qin has never believed what he said." Head Yang. Why don't you try your hand at it? So saying, he took out an iron embryo from the furnace, the size of a man's fist, which had been burned to the point of red and gold.

Striking iron, this is a survival skill that many protagonists of novels have learned, but Yang Qi really never thought of getting this. However, those feelings and touches just now were still echoing in his heart, and Yang Qi did not shirk or have stage fright, nodded and came to the anvil. Holding the iron embryo with pliers with one hand, and holding the handle of the casting hammer with the other, Yang Qi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, this casting hammer is really heavy!

This hammer is smaller than the winter melon hammer in a deductive novel or war game, with a moderate length and size, and it is black and has no features. But this weight is really not covered, a small hammer head actually weighs about 1,000 catties!

"This hammer ......" Yang Qi looked at Ou Yezi in surprise.

Ou Yezi nodded: "This hammer is also a Xuanshen soldier, weighing nine hundred and ninety-nine catties." Iron also needs to be hard, Mr. Yang, don't be reluctant. ”

Yang Qi didn't say anything more, but easily picked up the hammer under Ou Yezi's meaningful gaze. The hammer of a thousand pounds, that is, half a ton. (Ignoring the difference between ancient and modern, and otherworldly units of measurement here, otherwise there is no way to write) Yang Qi is on the seventh layer of the dragon elephant, and he can lift four or five heavy objects with a violent anger. Half a ton of hammer head, it is not difficult to pick up. But to swing the hammer head freely to strike iron is a different matter.

It's like every strong man who can pick up a girlfriend who weighs 100 pounds. But if you go to get a ten-pound dumbbell to box, I'm afraid you won't be able to beat dozens of times, and you will be tired. Yang Qi closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, making preparations. Although he ignored Ou Yezi's hammering action just now, he never forgot it, and his subconscious gaze was enough to form a complete memory line.

The ability to pick up the remnants of the dream sea unfolds unintentionally, and the subjective consciousness crosses time back to not long ago. After re-examining Ou Yezi's movements, Yang Qi opened his eyes. In both eyes, there is confidence.

Raise the hammer, fall, bang, bang, sparks.

Ou Yezi had just hammered ninety-nine-eighty-one, and Yang Qi had also hammered ninety-nine-eighty-one. Every hammer has different priorities. Controlling an extremely heavy hanging head, but being able to control it to the pinnacle, Yang Qi has unconsciously used the second stage of super touch. In the super tactile sense, Yang Qi subconsciously felt through the iron embryo on the anvil. Its texture, direction, softness and hardness are all clear in the chest.

However, this kind of technical behavior was done subconsciously, and Yang Qi's mind was more immersed in that unique realm.

With each hammer drop, Yang Qi felt like he was using some kind of instrument to play music. Although the difference in appearance was too great, he did feel that he was playing the piano. Every time it is very stretched, there is a hearty sense of catharsis. It's like a maestro and lets a huge symphony orchestra play the notes you want to hear.

At the same time, it is also like practicing martial arts boxing and splitting palms and legs between the vast world and the world. Yang Qi was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself. And Ou Yezi, who was silently observing. The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter. This jack hammer is not that simple. If you let the others in Sword Forge Cliff know that Ou Yezi had let Yang Qi touch this hammer. I'm afraid I'll cry out in surprise.

Ninety-nine eighty-one hammers fell, and Yang Qi let down the hammer head with a long sigh of relief. "How?" Yang Qi wiped his forehead and sweated a little: "It's okay, right?"

"Mr. Yang is not fighting iron, he is punching. I saw fist techniques, palm techniques, knife techniques, sword techniques, all kinds of martial arts. I think even more that what Mr. Yang smashed was not the iron embryo in his hand, but his own martial arts spirit, the more he hit, the stronger he became. Ou Yezi walked over to the anvil. Picked up the iron embryo and looked at it carefully, and kept nodding: "Okay, this piece is already a real martial embryo." ”

Ou Yezi threw the iron embryo back into the furnace and led it with one hand: "Mr. Yang, please take a seat." Qin is not a martial artist, and he can't talk about martial arts, so let's take a turn to fight outside of martial arts. ”

"Okay!" Yang Qi waved his robe and sat down peacefully. From pushing the iron door to striking the iron embryo, it can be regarded as officially obtaining some kind of recognition from Ouyezi here. Yang Qi didn't understand what this recognition was, but he knew very well that it must be something very important.

"Mr. Yang. Qin went straight in. Ou Yezi spoke very directly: "Are you willing to learn the way of forging soldiers?"

"Naturally, I would like to. Today's eye-opening has inspired me a lot. Yang Qi nodded. Then he wondered: "But I want to ask, why do you want to teach me the way to forge soldiers?"

Ou Yezi nodded: "Indeed, it was very sudden for Mr. Yang. But God let you and I meet here and now, this is fate. ”

"Fate?" Yang Qi believes that there is fate in this world, but there is no love and hate for no reason. Ou Yezi suddenly came to him, and then tested several levels, but finally said that he wanted to teach casting skills, which is a bit incomprehensible.

"Yes. Ou Yezi nodded firmly: "I'm old, time is running out, I'm afraid there will be no successor." The Sword Forge Cliff has been passed down from generation to generation like the Hundred Soldiers Pool, and I am afraid that there will be no Ou Yezi in the world after I leave. ”

Yang Qi frowned: "With the status of the predecessors, if you want to teach the way of forging soldiers, I am afraid that those who want to learn will break through the threshold." There are countless blacksmith families on the rivers and lakes, and the geniuses who are talented and diligent are not unique. Besides, as far as I can see today, the Qin Han girl has a very high eyesight for soldiers, and her mind is simple and focused, and she can finally become a great weapon with carving. Moreover, Yang's situation is special, and I am afraid it will be difficult to carry the inheritance of 'Ou Yezi'. ”

The benefits that others can't ask for, but Yang Qi doesn't want to take it all at once. Because what follows is not only good, but also responsibility and cause and effect.

"They can't, they can't. Ou Yezi shook his head: "Qin will hold a military conference every year and a half, not only to maintain the status of the rivers and lakes, but also to understand the craftsmen in the world." For a hundred years, although there were many blacksmiths in Middle-earth, none of them could entrust the way of forging soldiers. As for Han Er, she is still young. The way of casting lies not in the technique, but in the heart. If you don't have the vision, the heart, and the realm, then you can't touch the edge. She still owes the fire, and if she has a situation, she may be able to become a late bloomer. But the old man, I can't wait for that time. ”

Ou Yezi drank a glass of wine, and suddenly looked at Yang Qi: "Bing, you can't do without martial arts." The blade is another life of a warrior, and the best forger is a soldier. The old man is not a martial artist, and he will never reach that realm in his life, so the Xuanshen Soldier created is a casting hammer. But Mr. Yang, you are blessed with the best choice in the world. ”

"Unique?" Yang Qi was a little curious: "Where is the unique?"

"You have good materials, you are a grandmaster martial artist, and more importantly, you are from the Southern Wilderness. Ou Yezi looked at Yang Qi with a straight gaze: "Qin himself is a remnant of the Southern Wilderness, and the inheritance of the way of forging soldiers has also been a native of the Southern Wilderness from generation to generation. The title of Ou Yezi is meaningless, but Qin doesn't want it to be lost. Mr. Yang, as a native of Nanhuang, you have such conditions, and you are no other. (To be continued......)

PS: Writing this chapter took longer than expected. I wrote until half past three last night, and when I noticed that my state had dropped, I would go to bed and write again. I slept until noon, and then continued to write non-stop, without any desertion, and I didn't even eat lunch. From beginning to end, the chapter was written for almost five hours. But not Kavin, but cautiously. Casting Grandmaster, the spirit is always different from ordinary people, and I want to write that feeling, so I revise it many times. This is last night's chapter, and there are three more chapters today - I'm going to have dinner first......