A stick of incense?

Hearing that there was a time limit, the three people who originally wanted to save their strength and swing the hammer slowly suddenly had bitter melon expressions on their faces. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A stick of incense is half an hour, that is, fifteen minutes.

Demon Zangfeng converted, five hundred, fifteen minutes, an average of 33 swings per minute, that is, two seconds, to barely reach the goal.

Finally knew what the man who could lift two hundred pounds of stone locks with one hand would be so depressed, it turned out that the first assessment was not only five hundred consecutive swings of the hammer, but also a time limit for a stick of incense.

However, this did not exceed the bottom line of Demon Zangfeng, and without worrying about the time limit, Demon Zangfeng carefully looked at the stone platform in front of him.

The whole casting table is gray and white, with a fine texture, which looks quite hard.

In addition to the full availability of casting tools, each casting table has a pitch-black furnace next to it.

What made Demon Zangfeng care was that the flames in the furnace were not supported by combustibles such as firewood, but by a fist-sized red spar in the center of the furnace to provide heat.

Looking at the fist-sized red spar curiously, this is the fire source "Earth Flame Fire Crystal" that the Lin clan spent a lot of money to buy in Xiao Wu's mouth.

Looking at the casting table of the other three again, Demon Zangfeng noticed a big difference.

Especially the bare-chested man, his casting table is the smallest of the four, not only the hammer on the platform is very rough, but even the "Earth Flame Crystal" in the furnace is only half the size of himself.

On the other hand, the casting table is obviously the best of the four.

It wasn't just Demon Zangfeng who noticed this, but the other three also noticed the difference.

The bare-chested man glanced at the casting table in front of him, and when he looked at the other three, he couldn't help but feel an urge to scold his mother.

Damn, I hit a mold today, not only burned my eyes, but also got such poor equipment, isn't it obvious that I can't pass the assessment?

Soon, however, his naked gaze was fixed on the casting table of Demon Hidden Blade, the hammer on the casting table to be exact.

Demon Zangfeng's hammer turned out to be a cork handle!

This made the bare-chested man jealous at the same time, and gave birth to a trace of unwillingness, why his hammer is an iron handle, and this is obviously a boy who came to fool around but was lucky to get a cork handle, and he knew with his toes that waving the cork handle would definitely be easier than the iron handle.

"My lord, I'm going to switch places with him", the shirtless man pointed to the demon hidden front.

Looking at the big man pointing at him, Demon Zangfeng frowned slightly, and from the eyes he looked at his hammer, he knew what the bare arm was thinking.

Although it doesn't matter if you change the hammer or not, you are very disgusted by the bare-chested man's approach.

After the bare-chested man finished speaking, the other two suddenly felt remorseful, why didn't they think of it.

When the tower man heard this, he glanced at the casting table of the demon hidden feng and the cork iron hammer on the platform, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes the size of a copper bell.

He didn't like Youzangfeng, or rather, he always hated people who were thin and weak, because they were a symbol of vulnerability and incompetence.

Although I don't understand why Senior Brother Sen would let such a kid in for the assessment, but when he was assigned to this casting table, it should be said that this kid was lucky or unlucky.

"Why, you question my allocation", the tower man glared at the big man in his arms.

He brought a trace of sword yuan with him when he spoke, and the thick voice seemed to sound a thunderbolt out of thin air, which made the bare shoulder's face pale at the same time, and also made the hammers in the hands of many sword-casting apprentices who were striking iron shake, and subconsciously looked at the side of Demon Zangfeng.

What happened?

Also seen were Tuosen not far away, and another group of four.

"That's for today's assessment", on a casting platform not far from Demon Zangfeng, a sword-forging apprentice stopped the sledgehammer in his hand and asked the burly man on the side.

"Huh, why is there a melon baby?" The burly man found the eye-catching Demon Hidden Feng in a blink of an eye.

"Hmph, there are really everyone now, even this kind of little handyman wants to become a swordsmith apprentice, it's ridiculous"

The middle-aged man with a gloomy face on the other side said coldly, and a sword yuan fluctuation in his hand was not weak, and he picked up the iron hammer and smashed it heavily on a piece of fine iron in the casting table.

"Hey, I see", suddenly a sword-forging apprentice looked at the casting table where Demon Zangfeng was, and he said with a strange expression: "Do you remember when we were assessed, how many people wanted that cork hammer, and as a result..."

Hearing him say this, many people suddenly looked at the casting table, they had different expressions, some looked at the demon Zangfeng snickering, sympathetic, and some looked at the bare-chested man with a foolish expression.

Tuosen glanced at the casting table where the demon Zangfeng was, and then turned to look at the lively four people and said in a deep voice: "What do you see, don't do it quickly, you only have time for a stick of incense"

The honest man was the first to retract his gaze, he picked up the hammer in his hand and checked it, and then showed a relaxed expression.

Picking up the hammer, as he lifted the hammer in his hand, each blow was not heavy or loud, and the force was extremely even.

The other two were not, they did not distinguish between the weight and weight of each swing of the hammer, and they did not have the precise control of the strength of the honest man.

The mustache was the last to retract his gaze, and he still could figure out why the imp didn't react to the heat, without even blinking his eyes.

Shaking his head, the mustache drove away the doubts in his mind, now is not the time to think about this, with a trace of sword yuan rising in his lower abdomen, he easily picked up the hammer.

On the other side, the shirtless man was looking at the man in front of him with a pale face.

"Big, my lord, I didn't mean that, I just wasn't used to this casting table, and I didn't question what my lord meant, I..."

"Hmph, all of you have a hundred pounds of hammers, I won't favor anyone, don't waste time, it's already started", the tower man impatiently pointed to a stick of incense burning in the distance.

"Yes", the bare-chested man shrugged his head and returned to the casting table, not only did he fail to change his position, but he was also beaten by the man in the iron tower, today is really unlucky.

It's all hurt by this kid, hateful to look at the demon hidden feng around him, the bare man who has nowhere to vent his irritability in his heart, and pointed all the spearheads at the demon hidden feng who was assigned to the wooden handle hammer.

If it weren't for this kid, he wouldn't have been murdered by the tower man, if it weren't for his delusional assessment of the sword-casting apprentice, maybe he would be the one with the cork handle, if he didn't pass the assessment today, it must be all this kid's fault!

The more the bare-chested man thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he felt the incomparable hatred of Demon Zangfeng's face, and he couldn't wait to go up and care about his two big mouths now.

"Hmph", snorted heavily, the bare-chested man grabbed the hammer on the casting platform, smashed the gray-white stone platform hard, and then glanced at the demon hidden feng demonstratively.

The look in his eyes was obvious, it was disdainful, it was a mockery of whether the demon Zangfeng could hold a hundred catties of hammers, and it was also a threat to him.

However, the bare-chested man was destined to be disappointed, and for his gaze, Demon Hidden Feng turned a blind eye, and the expression on his face did not rise and fall in the slightest, just like when he was queuing up in front of the swordsmithing station.

Pretend, you pretend to be dead, I'm going to see if you can lift the hammer.

The bare-chested man sneered and glanced at Demon Hidden Feng, and the hammer in his hand was picked up again and slammed into the hard stone platform.

Ignoring the big man on the side, Demon Zangfeng reached out and grabbed the hammer on the stone platform, and secretly raised three points of strength.

Just as he slowly lifted the sledgehammer made of cork, a sudden sense of incongruity was suddenly transmitted through the palm of his hand to the heart of the demon hidden blade.

Well?