Thirty-five pounds of hammer, this little soldier actually said lightly? Did he think he was fighting with a hammer? Killing the enemy at once would be over? This is striking iron! Striking iron! It is necessary to strike pig iron one after another, one after another.

Franlin shook his head and sighed and patted Qianjin on the shoulder: "Young man, it seems that you really haven't made iron, you better go, I want to recruit experienced blacksmiths." ”

"Boss. Standing still, he pointed to the hundred-pound hammer in Franlin's hand: "I want to borrow your hammer to strike iron." ”

"What?" Franklin looked up at Qianjin, wondering if there was something wrong with his hearing, and the young man was going to use his hammer with his mouth.

The blacksmiths around him forgot to laugh for a while, since the establishment of Franlin's blacksmithing, Auckland Academy has students from every class to apply, almost all kinds of people, but no one has ever chosen Franlin's hammer.

A huge hammer head, a thick hammer rod, as long as you are not a fool, you know that the weight is not small when you see such a hammer.

"Boy, you're angry at us laughing, so you don't have to choose such a heavy hammer to save face, right?"

The blacksmiths, recovering from their surprise, burst into louder laughter than any previous round of laughter.

"Let me try. "Energetic is still that indifferent look.

Franlin shook his head with a wry smile, the young man now became more and more unaware of how big the outside world was, he smiled and handed out the hammer and said: "It's very heavy, be careful to hit your feet, it's better to hold it with two hands." ”

Qianjin shook his head with a smile, insisted on stretching out his right hand to catch the hammer, and said the same thing: "Let me try." ”

Franlin looked at the young man, who didn't know the height of the sky, and silently put the hammer in his palm.

The hundred-pound hammer was started, and the energetic arm sank down slightly, then stopped falling and held it firmly in his hand.

"Oh......"

There were whispers of surprise from the crowd, and even a few people gasped, and the smiles on the blacksmiths' faces that were waiting to see the energy ugly condensed in an instant, and the initial expectation was actually in vain.

Weigh the hammer in your hand, about 110 catties, much lighter than the hammer in the [Endless World] virtual game, although it is still a little heavy in the hand, but it is still easy to use, it is better than a 30 catties hammer.

Franlin was a little surprised, this hammer can only be used by himself in the entire blacksmith shop, but he didn't expect this young man to hold it in his hand, it doesn't look like it is difficult? This kind of power, even the warriors in the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy, there are not many who can do it. Could it be that he used his fighting strength? I don't know what level of warrior this young man is?

Dry left hand picked up the iron tongs next to the anvil, the iron embryo that burned to the whole body was red, and gently placed it on the iron felt, the right hand of the hundred-pound hammer was suddenly raised, and the rapid falling speed set off a "whew" wind roar, which sounded as if a gust of wind was blowing out of thin air, and the huge hammer brought up a black light, like a star falling from the sky, and smashed heavily on the hot and red iron embryo.

Boom!

The hammer and the iron embryo collided together, and the scorching sparks flew in all directions like brilliant fireworks, and the sound of metal colliding was more like a thunderclap out of thin air.

The blacksmiths around them whose smiling faces had already solidified, the moment they saw this scene, they opened their mouths slightly in surprise almost at the same time, this kid is from a blacksmith family?

Regardless of the reactions of the people around him, the hammer that fell in his hand had already been raised again, and the roar of the wind slammed into the iron embryo placed on the anvil again.

There was another almost piercing thud of metal, and Franlin's eyes, which had only been appreciative at first, suddenly became more surprised.

Francie felt his brother Francie's elbow striking him, looked up, and saw that Francie's eyes were filled with confusion and surprise.

Like warriors and magicians, the world of blacksmiths also has its own rank, and most blacksmiths usually spend their lives just as blacksmith apprentices like other blacksmiths in the courtyard.

But when the level of a blacksmith reaches a certain level, after a certain assessment and measurement, you can become a first-class blacksmith!

When you leave the blacksmith apprentice and become a first-class blacksmith, this identity is immediately different, and the quality of the weapons and armor cast is completely different from the blacksmith apprentice!

Franlin and Francie are both first-class blacksmiths, and they are almost the most famous blacksmiths in the entire city of Auckland, and their vision is many times higher than that of other blacksmith apprentices.

Franlin was sure that the two hammer strikes that had just been done had no change at all, either in terms of the height of the hammer raised or the line when it fell, as if it had played a single action twice with the rumored photographic magic.

Three times ...... Five ...... Ten times...... Thirty ......

The backyard of the blacksmith shop fell into unprecedented silence, and although the blacksmith apprentices could not see what level of their ability to work hard was in iron, they could also see that this was a novice.

Franlin kept gasping for a burst of cool air between his teeth, and his eyes had changed from their normal size to twice as large as usual, and his admiration had turned into a look of surprise, which had already completely turned into shock!

Francie's Adam's apple squirmed up and down, and her eyes widened to the maximum.

Fifty forgings, the same height, the same swift hammer blows, the precise route seems to have a already limited track, and the sparks that bloom after each blow are so brilliant and brilliant, with the unique and stable rhythm......

"This is ......" Franlin looked at his younger brother Francie in surprise with a questioning tone: "First-class blacksmith?"

Francie subconsciously nodded in astonishment, guessing in her heart that this energetic person in front of her was really a student of the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors? Are you sure that he is not an iron-striking child from a blacksmith family? How old is this child? Blacksmiths, like warriors and magic, need talent! With the strength of a first-class blacksmith at such a young age, what kind of warrior should he be? To be a blacksmith!

One Hundred Hammers...... One Hundred and Fifty Hammers......

As if tirelessly, he pounded the ever-shrinking iron embryo, and the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, as if the whole person had fallen into the water tank and was fished out.

Two hundred hammers!

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