Lin Sihei's hand that he just stretched out stiffened and was broken?

"Little brother, something is wrong with the newly replaced hammer?", Lin Sihei didn't dare to think about it, he just thought that Demon Zangfeng had changed to a faulty hammer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Almost," replied Hide-in ambiguously.

"Can I take a look", at this moment, Lin Yue on the side pointed to the hammer on the casting table, his eyes shining.

Demon Zangfeng nodded, "It's a bit heavy, be careful"

It's a bit heavy, Lin Sihei heard it, and raised his eyebrows slightly, the new hammer is very delicate, the key is that the volume is very small, even if it is heavy, it won't be heavy, right?

Lin Yue touched the handle of the hammer, and the smile on his face gradually turned solemn.

He couldn't see anything unusual about the dark hammer head, but the cork handle surprised him.

Lin Sihei didn't know it, but he knew that this cork handle was not made of ordinary rubber wood, but made of "Tiankui wood" that had been upgraded by a grade in elasticity and hardness.

Tiankui wood is soft, but extremely hard, the density is not as good as copper and iron, it is the best material for making bows and arrows, hammer handles, and the minimum load-bearing can reach 3,000 catties!

However, Tiankui wood is very small, and it can only survive on steep mountains, so every inch of wood is extremely valuable.

At this time, the delicate iron hammer he was holding was actually made of Tiankui wood, which Lin Yue couldn't help but be surprised.

Because the Celestial Wood is easy to recognize, there will be no mistakes that can be confused with other woods, which means that this hammer needs the Celestial Wood to support it.

Thinking in a flash, Lin Yue held the handle of the hammer with both hands, extremely cautious.

Tall figure, thick arms, but solemnly grabbed the thin hammer handle with two hands, this scene was a little inexplicably funny in Lin Sihei's opinion.

"Drink", Lin Yue lifted a force, and his hands were raised violently.

However, the whole iron hammer did not move at all, as if Lin Yue did not exert any strength at all.

"Boy Yue, what are you doing here", Lin Sihei was a little confused.

Lin Yue ignored Lin Sihei, with full shock, he held the hammer again, his body half squatted, this time he used all his strength without hesitation.

The green tendons of his hands flared up, and the hammer had a faint tendency to rise, and it was only when Lin Yue's entire face turned red from excessive force that the hammer slowly lifted the distance half an inch high.

In just one breath, Lin Yue could no longer bear such a heavy hammer, and his hands were brought down by a strong force.

"Hey, boy Yue, it's a waste of talent if you don't act", looking at the exaggerated Lin Yue, Lin Sihei teased.

"You used this hammer to refine refined iron!", Lin Yue didn't answer, he looked at Demon Zangfeng, and the shock in his eyes was undisguised.

"Well, I just changed it in the designated area", Youzangfeng nodded.

After receiving the answer, Lin Yue was silent for a moment, and a trace of undetectable gloom flashed in his distracted eyes.

This trace of gloom was captured by the demon hidden feng, and it was hard to imagine that Lin Yue, who had always been smiling, would also show such an expression.

Lin Sihei on the side was dumbfounded, listening to some ridiculous conversations, he couldn't help but put his eyes on the small hammer on the Demon Zangfeng casting platform, hey, hey, just kidding.

Lin Yue was on the side when he measured his strength, six hundred catties, and now he can't even lift a small hammer, is this possible?

"You try", Lin Yue stepped aside and resumed his usual smile.

"Just try", Lin Sihei still didn't want to believe it in his heart, he stepped forward, holding the handle of the hammer with both hands, and a sword element of the second stage of the sword disciple flowed through his body.

"Give it to me"

However, his thin face was so red that he could only lift the small hammer half an inch high, and with a breath, the hammer fell in response.

Shock filled Lin Sihei's entire heart, he glanced at Lin Yue, who was smiling, and then at Demon Zangfeng, and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

"You use it to quench iron?", he asked, pointing to the small hammer and asking the demon in a shrill voice.

Getting the affirmative look of Demon Zangfeng, Lin Sihei pointed at the hammer unwillingly, "Show Uncle Hei a demonstration"

It's not that he doesn't believe that Youzang Feng can lift a hammer, he just wants to see with his own eyes how Youzang Feng uses it to quench iron.

Demon Zangfeng smiled helplessly, held the hammer in one hand, did not run the sword element, and easily played the handprint of "power liberation".

The muscles on the little arm propped up the sleeves of his shirt, and under Lin Sihei's wide open teeth, the heavy hammer that could not be lifted above his head under any circumstances was lifted by Demon Zangfeng with a relaxed face, and then put it down, without even taking a breath halfway.

Now, without the Demon Hidden Blade demonstrating quenching iron, Lin Sihei didn't doubt that he could use this hammer.

"Monster", got the desired result, Lin Sihei stared at the demon hiding feng for a long time with a look looking for a daughter-in-law, until the cold hair that stared at him stood up, and he was uncomfortable, so he muttered and left the place.

Lin Yue smiled bitterly and walked absentmindedly to his casting table.

The farce of the three was seen by many people, and most of them didn't care.

Finally sending off the acquaintance, Demon Zangfeng moved his arm and found that the original soreness had completely recovered after resting.

Listening to the sound of clanging iron in the sword casting office, Demon Zangfeng was a little enthusiastic for no reason, and it was time for him to start.

Picking up the piece of fine iron, which was twice as large as pig iron, Demon Zangfeng learned to put it in the fire like pig iron, and it took a lot of time to roast it red.

With the recirculating sword yuan, Demon Zangfeng took the arm that propped up his sleeves and picked up the hammer high.

"Bang, bang, bang", a deep and powerful voice sounded one after another, and the huge piece of fine iron, under the heavy hammer, soon had more scales and reduced in size.

At the same time, a wave of anti-shock force spread along Demon Zangfeng's arm to his whole body, causing his entire body to be numb and hot.

Because the sword-forging apprentices were not full, there were no people around Demon Hidden Front, and no one noticed that the iron block on his casting table was shrinking in size at an incredible speed, changing towards the hundred forging scales.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, until the demon Zangfeng's arm was sore, and the meridians were pulled in pain, and he came back to his senses from the concentrated iron.

The air was as hot as ever, and sweat was already drenching the clothes.

Looking at the casting table, which had shrunk by a third and had eighty more scales, the demon hidden edge simply held back the stinging pain and continued to strike.

A piece of 100 forged fine iron is 30 taels of silver, which does not refer to pig iron for quenching, but this kind of refined iron that is twice as large.

This kind of refined iron is much harder and more difficult to forge than directly mined pig iron.

Yesterday, the soul power of Demon Zangfeng had not yet transformed, and the sword yuan was still very weak, but it only took an hour to complete the hundred forgings of the pig iron used for quenching iron.

This time, the soul power has been fully improved, and the power liberation has also increased from two to five to fifty, and the sword yuan is even more than ten times thicker, so that it can be able to forge the refined iron into eighty scales.

It can be seen that the forging of fine iron is much more difficult than that of pig iron.

The scales continued to increase under the hammer of Demon Hidden Front, and sweat slid down the rain line of Demon Hidden Front's chin.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and when the last scale pattern was knocked out by the Demon Hidden Blade, the entire refined iron turned dark and glowing, and the color was one level deeper than the pig iron that had forged a hundred forged scales.

Demon Zangfeng let go of the hammer and let out a long sigh of relief, the first piece of 100 forged fine iron was completed.