"Guess how many people will make the first quenching pass"

"How many? I don't think there are more than three."

"I don't see any"

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It sounds simple, it doesn't look difficult, but it's almost impossible to do without months of grinding.

Thinking that there were a total of fifty sword-forging apprentices, only Tuosen alone completed three iron quenching, reaching the highest standard.

Even Lin Yan, Gray Yuan, and other personal disciples have only completed the second quenching of iron.

Therefore, for the fifteen newcomers who had just become swordsmithing apprentices, it would not be easy for one of them to complete the first quenching of iron.

"Is it possible for that melon baby to complete the first quenching of iron", in the sword-forging apprentice, the burly man glanced at the demon hidden edge, and then buried his head in the iron.

"It's so difficult", Demon Zangfeng held the iron block in his left hand, and after only a while, he was faintly sour.

However, that piece of stubborn iron has not changed much from before.

At this rate, at the end of a day, it is impossible to complete the quenching of iron, let alone a hundred forged iron.

Thinking like this, Demon Zangfeng felt a trace of anxiety in his heart.

Although three hundred taels of silver were knocked from the big fat man, the remaining two thousand seven hundred taels were still like a big mountain, pressing on the bottom of the demon hidden Feng's heart.

In a month and a half, ninety pieces of refined iron are refined, even if you can't forge one in a day, let alone not even the most basic iron quenching task now.

And every day that drags on, Sister Yuechan will endure one more day of pain, which is the last thing you want to see.

Calm, calm down.

Taking a deep breath, Demon Zangfeng held the hammer and adjusted his emotions through his breathing.

The more anxious you are, the more you have to stay calm, which is what Youzangfeng has always done.

"Is there a mistake in my forging method", not rushing to quench the iron, Demon Zangfeng put down the hammer in his hand and looked at the process of quenching iron by an old swordsmith apprentice not far away.

"Heh", seeing that Yazangfeng put down the quenching tool, his face was at a loss, Lin Yuan suddenly laughed.

I really think too much, just a teenager, even if he is born with divine power, how can he complete the quenching of iron for the first time, after all, he is just a little handyman who has never seen the world, how can he be compared with Lord Gray Plains.

"Tomorrow is the day of the distribution of the Qi Enhancement Pill, if I eat this one, I will be able to break through the huge strength of 1,100 catties, hehe, that little handyman is afraid that he has never even heard of the Qi Enhancement Pill, I don't know what his expression will be"

No longer paying attention to the demon hidden front, Lin Yuan was proud, and he raised the iron to himself.

Fifteen people, most of them were burying their heads in the hammer, and only a few were watching the quenching techniques of other veteran swordsmith apprentices, just like Demon Hidden Feng.

Demon Zangfeng silently looked at the middle-aged man not far away, from his fire roasting, hammering iron, including posture, movements are firmly in mind.

And Lin Ding's quenching technique just now, Demon Zangfeng also replayed it in his mind over and over again.

Strength is also a factor, but not all, and from this big man's hands, he has analyzed a lot of useful experiences.

For example, in quenching, he turns the whole piece of iron and stone repeatedly like roasting meat, and the roasting is very uniform and takes a long time.

Moreover, every time the big man struck was uniform and powerful, on the other hand, he used too much force every time, resulting in uneven force on the iron and stone.

Compared with his own mistakes, Demon Zangfeng once again recalled Lin Ding's quenching technique.

I remember when Lin Ding hammered the iron, the strength in his hands was a little weird, but where was the weirdness?

Thinking about it carefully, Demon Zangfeng's eyes lit up, yes, it's the posture.

In addition to Lin Ding's grasp of the details, there is a certain difference between the posture of lifting and falling with his right hand and going down directly with a hammer.

Moreover, his waist seems to be secretly exerting force.

Subconsciously recalled that on the first day of his assessment, the last blow of the hammer iron of five hundred strokes, at that time, he had reached the peak of his spirit.

The body is like a bow, the waist is like a string, and the hammer in his hand is full of bows and arrows.

Lin Ding's posture is somewhat similar to his last hammer.

Demon Zangfeng faintly felt that this special way of exerting force was very helpful to himself.

Still not in a hurry to quench the iron, Demon Zangfeng skipped the big man and looked at the other swordsmith apprentices in turn.

Gradually, Demon Zangfeng seems to have summed up a characteristic.

Although their movements are inconsistent, they have striking similarities in roasting, power, and speed.

Patiently looked at one after another, and on the first floor of the entire sword forging station, he was the only one left who hadn't done it yet.

"What is this kid doing", Lin Ding, who was in charge of the audit, couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw the appearance of the demon Zangfeng.

Watching others strike iron certainly has some effect, but the actual understanding still depends on oneself, and in his opinion, it is a waste of time to do so.

Shaking his head, he thought that this kid was born with divine power, and there would be something unexpected, but Lin Yuan looked up to him, and without taking action himself, it would be impossible for this kid to complete the first quenching of iron.

Then he walked over to his foundry and clanged into it.

A full quarter of an hour passed, and after watching the last burly man who was immersed in iron, Demon Zangfeng retracted his gaze.

During this period, many people discovered Demon Zangfeng, and they all thought that he was a young man who was playful and couldn't bear it.

Those big men who had just become sword-forging apprentices smiled contemptuously and quenched iron with their heads bored.

After sorting out the experience in his mind, Demon Zangfeng picked up the iron clamp again, pulled up the bellows, and started from scratch.

The blazing golden orange flames gradually roasted the iron ore in just a dozen breaths, and this time, the demon hidden feng turned the iron clamp from time to time, as if roasting his beloved chicken wings, very evenly.

When the whole piece of iron ore was red inside and out, with a hint of iron smell coming out, Demon Zangfeng quickly moved to the casting table and picked up the hammer.

"Jingle bell", the familiar sound of striking iron, but it is an unfamiliar frequency.

Demon Zangfeng used all the experience he had sorted out for himself.

At first, Youzangfeng was still constantly adjusting his movements, but as time went by, he seemed to have forgotten, or subconsciously adjusted himself.

Fast and steady, even and powerful.

Demon Zangfeng's attention became more and more concentrated, the noisy voices in his ears became less and less, and the scene he saw gradually faded.

"Jingle bell, ding bell...", until the end, there was only a half-foot square casting table in the eyes of Demon Zangfeng, and only the sound of his own iron striking was left in his ears.

That piece of stubborn iron, under the tempering of the demon hidden front, gradually smoothed out the edges and corners.

Perhaps because of the high concentration of attention, or because he was immersed in the exploration of strength, the demon hidden front just blindly struck, forgetting to soak in the water and forget to re-roast.

It wasn't until the fist-sized iron ore shrank by a tenth and the gray gradually faded that Demon Zangfeng felt a resistance.

It seems that his own strength is not enough.

Subconsciously, Demon Zangfeng used his soul power.

"Power Liberation"

With the bulging muscles of his right arm, Demon Hidden Feng's entire consciousness was covered by the hammer.

An accent of "bang" sounded on the casting table of Demon Hidden Front.

However, due to the large number of people, the noisy sound of the hammer, and the fact that there was no one around Demon Hidden Feng, the movement he caused was not seen by others.

"Bang", followed by another hammer.

That piece of fist-sized primordial iron stone shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye under the strength of the Demon Hidden Blade's 1,300 catties.

The gray-black iron ore, without being soaked in water and re-roasted, actually began to change color and turn towards deep black.