"Yes!"

In the sound of the bellows breaking, Old Black picked up the iron tongs at his feet, gently clamped the red iron embryo, and the thousand-pound iron hammer set off a hurricane sound, like a meteor falling from the sky, and smashed on the red-hot iron embryo.

The moment the hammer and the anvil collided together, a series of scorching sparks suddenly splashed, and the deafening sound of metal collision was endless, and the hot sparks splashed like brilliant fire magic, and the sound of metal collision was superimposed on each other, and there was a feeling of thunder.

Qianjin's eyes straightened from the side, he never thought that the iron could be beaten like this. The performance of the old blacksmith in front of him can no longer be said to be iron-making, but can be called art! When he strikes iron, he really creates a new realm.

On this small desk, the weight of the hammer is carried lightly and wantonly, and there is indeed a bit of the momentum of the calligraphy master splashing ink to create a world-shattering masterpiece on the spot.

The old blacksmith's movements were not too fast, but they were incredibly steady, and the hammer fell thousands of times, but the height that the old blacksmith lifted it up was always on the same level, as if after the most accurate measurement, the hammer was lifted high, and then fell heavily on the anvil, and after a thousand blows, there was not even a single mistake.

If the hammer is replaced by a two-handed sword, the strength is still a little confident, so that this two-handed sword will always remain on the same level within ten slashes, but he knows that it is an iron hammer, an iron hammer weighing a thousand catties, and it is a little difficult for him to even drag it, let alone reach the realm of an old blacksmith.

Looking at the flying sparks, the energy was completely stunned......

"Players are working hard to master primary smelting. ”

"Players work hard to master the primary blacksmithing. ”

In a series of two system prompts, the old blacksmith also dropped the last hammer heavily, a section of the sword body lying quietly on the anvil, exuding a scorching breath, old Blake took out the iron tongs, picked up the sword body on the anvil, and threw it into the bucket with a lift, only to hear a soft sound of "Z!", and a white smoke rose from the water stab......

After all this, the old blacksmith gently lowered the hammer in his hand and lit the extinguished pipe.

"The first thing you learn as my apprentice is how to use a hammer properly. So saying, the old blacksmith bent down again, and found a hammer beside the anvil and threw it to Qianjin: "From this day onwards, you will strike this hammer on the anvil a thousand times a day, and when you are done, you can leave, and when I think you are able to use the hammer correctly, I will teach you something new." ”

The hammer thrown by the old blacksmith was still heavy, but it was not as exaggerated as before, and it was a thousand-pound hammer that could not even be lifted.

The hammer head that was lost this time was obviously several turns smaller than the hammer head of the old blacksmith when he was striking iron. I tried it, and I felt that it was about two or three hundred pounds, although it was still a little difficult to swing, but anyway, compared to the previous thousand pounds of hammer, this one in front of me was not too terrifying.

Holding a hammer in his hand, he didn't immediately raise the hammer and smash it. He closed his eyes, and tried his best to recall the old blacksmith's movements when he struck the iron and hammered, and corrected his mistakes again and again in meditation.

Blake's cloudy old eyes looked at the energy of standing still with his eyes closed with some curiosity, and secretly guessed what he was doing.

After nearly 100 simulations in the meditation, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time as the light full of confidence shot out, the hammer in his hand was raised high above his head and slammed into the anvil.

Boom!

The small room echoed with the sound of the hammer hitting the anvil just now, and the hot sparks erupted irregularly in all directions like brilliant fireworks at midnight.

Blake's cloudy old eyes with curiosity suddenly bloomed with unprecedented light at this moment, and his right hand, which was always stable with a thousand pounds of hammer, shook violently at this moment, as if he couldn't even hold a light pipe.

Blake was pleasantly surprised to see the strength of the second hammer, the height and falling speed of the first hammer on his arm, exactly the same as when he struck the iron.

However, this is not what surprised Blake, the essence of the real judgment of the previous drill of striking iron was not the height and speed of the hammer, but the metallic clangle of the moment it hit the anvil.

The sound of the first hammer of the dry force is the same as that of Blake, it is not a coincidence that it can appear, but he really observes and understands it with his heart.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers......

He kept swinging the hammer and hammering it on the anvil repeatedly.

He was so focused that he forgot the passage of time, even the fatigue of his body, and suddenly he realized that striking iron was actually very interesting.

The old blacksmith seemed to ignore his apprentice, but dozed off on his chaise longue with his pipe, his pipe flickering in the sound of iron.

"Your blacksmithing proficiency increases and your strength increases a little. ”

"Your blacksmithing proficiency increases and your strength increases a little. ”

"Your blacksmithing proficiency increases and your strength increases a little. ”

......

Along with the energy, there is only this boring system prompt.

500 ...... Qianjin's arm became more and more sore, so he simply used the warrior's third-level fighting strength to supplement it, and continued to do the same action repeatedly.

It wasn't until late afternoon that the energy had completed a thousand beats.

When everything stopped, I felt that not only my right arm, but all the muscles in the right half of my body, were wailing in pain, and it was impossible to raise my arm again.

When he went out of the house, the old blacksmith was still dozing, but he nodded at him, and closed his cloudy eyes again.

Is today's task completed? Energetic dragged his tired and weak body out of the blacksmith shop, and saw that something suddenly sounded in the sky outside.

"Damn! System Elf, give me a death!"

"What's the matter?"

Qianjin raised his left arm and pointed to the sky and asked, "Didn't you say that after eight hours, I would automatically return to the original world? Look at what time it has been now, eight hours, I think I have even sixteen hours, right?"

"One thing I forgot to tell you is that the time in the game is one to two with the real time, which means that eight hours of real time equals sixteen hours of the game, but you are right, you have been in the game for almost sixteen hours, rest assured, you will be back in the real world in no time. ”

ps: In the new book period, everyone is an old reader of the starting point, and they are all very clear. At this time, the author is most willing to read the three slogans, although before the book opened, we also thought about avoiding vulgarity, so we didn't go to the fashionable train that crossed, but wrote about a different world of aborigines, but there are three mundane things, we still have to do, recommend tickets, member clicks, and collect! Oh! It's just three vulgar slogans, I don't know if this counts...... I heard that I am in the state of the positive and negative three customs, I am so windy, I don't know if it will be harmonized?