Demon Zangfeng held the sledgehammer in his hand, did not continue to pick it up, and felt the whole hammer carefully, and he quickly noticed the incongruity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a hammerhead!

It is true that the cork handle is comfortable to hold, but because the hammer handle is made of cork, the weight of the entire hammer is almost entirely on the hammer head.

Glancing at the stout iron handle beside him, Demon Zangfeng frowned slightly.

Although he seems withdrawn and doesn't talk to people much, that doesn't mean he's stupid.

With only a slight turn of his head, Demon Zangfeng understood the trickiness in it, his hammer, which seemed to be labor-saving, would not only not please him in the first assessment, but would also be dragged down.

Imagine two long iron rods of equal weight, holding the tail of the stick at the same time, but one weight is evenly distributed, and the other weight is concentrated at the head of the stick.

And the hammer in his hand is definitely more expensive to wield than the weight-bearing hammer, and with 500 consecutive swings, it can be said that this cork hammer is the real cancer.

However, Youzang Feng was not worried, because when he held the hammer in his hand, he realized that he still underestimated his body that had been strengthened by Qing Qi.

I thought it was a heavy sledgehammer, but when I held it in my hand at this time, Demon Zangfeng seemed to be holding half a brick, so light that I would mistake it for cement paste.

His expression moved slightly, and it seemed that the three hundred catties of arm strength he had defined was low.

Just as Demon Zangfeng stopped thinking about the hammer, a lot of eyes fell on him.

Although the bare-chested man on the side was holding a hammer, his eyes were firmly fixed on the demon hidden feng, obviously wanting to see his ugly appearance.

Sure enough, seeing that the demon Zangfeng only halfway mentioned the hammer and then stopped moving, and then looked at his red little face and frowned, as if he had used the strength to feed, and the bare-chested man almost didn't laugh.

"The bastard who hasn't grown all the hair, and farts in the pit light, why don't you go back and drink some mother's milk to increase your strength", he sneered, and his blocked chest soothed a lot.

The two people on the side glanced at Demon Zangfeng with a sneer, and then took care of themselves with the hammer, and there was only one stick of incense in time, they didn't want to waste time.

On the rest of the casting table, the big men who had expected the unexpected performance of the demon treasure shook their heads and continued to move in their hands, unable to lift even a hundred pounds of hammer, which made them completely lose interest in the demon treasure.

Tuosen retracted his gaze, he thought too much, and refocused his gaze on the honest man and the mustache, and now there were only the two of them left.

As for the other two, as early as the first hammer fell, Tuosen judged that it was impossible for the two to pass the assessment, with years of experience in striking iron, from the sound and frequency of their hammer drops, two hundred strokes was already the limit.

The tower man stood behind Youzangfeng, his originally furrowed brow tightened.

Although there is a problem with the hammer, this kid has to swing it a few times no matter how bad it is, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even hold the hammer.

Looking at the other three, all of them were useless goods, and the man in the tower completely lost his patience, and walked to the temporary casting table with his feet raised, which was a waste of time for this group of waste.

The action of the tower man attracted the attention of many people, and it also made the three people around Demon Zangfeng feel a sigh in their hearts, and they vaguely guessed something.

The three of them glanced at the man in the tower who had left with bitter faces, and the hammer in their hands suddenly became heavy.

Tuosen glanced at his junior brother and shook his head, after all, he was an impatient, but he didn't stop him, because it was indeed impossible for those people to pass the assessment.

A stick of incense has just been lit, but the result on the field has already been decided.

Demon Zangfeng didn't pay attention to the sneer on the side, nor did he care about the contemptuous look from the crowd, he didn't even notice the man in the tower who was leaving behind him.

He just took a light breath and slowly raised his hands holding the cork hammer.

Let's go.

The next moment, Demon Zangfeng's feet sank slightly, his waist exerted force, and his muscular bulging arms, the hammer head the size of a basketball, touched the gray stone wall fiercely.

"Bang!"

I only heard the sound of a huge hammer striking, like an explosion of thunder, with a buzzing aftertaste, suddenly resounding in the entire first layer of the swordsmithing room.

This voice was loud and piercing, although it could not cover the sound of the hammer in the entire sword-casting office, but it stood out from the crowd and resounded in the hearts of everyone.

Who is it?

The moment they heard this hammer blow, the hammer in the hands of the big man wielding the hammer in the entire swordsmithing station trembled at the same time, and they subconsciously stopped the movements in their hands, and raised their heads one after another, looking for the source of the pronunciation.

The tower man's just taken a step and froze in mid-air.

Hiss, Demon Zangfeng felt the numb tiger's mouth, because the mass of the hammer was much less than in his impression, and he had just failed to control his strength, so he used too much strength at once.

Tightening his palms, the next hammer only used four parts of force, thinking like this, Demon Zangfeng's hands holding the hammer were raised high again.

Just when everyone was looking for the source of the sound, the bare-shouldered man closest to the Demon Hidden Blade stared straight at his eyes and looked at his side fiercely.

Because the voice came from the foundry beside him, how could it be!

However, before he could wonder if he had heard it wrong, Youzang Feng had already brought up the hammer that he swung again, confirming his thoughts.

"Bang", there was another tremor, but this time it was more calm and less amazing.

The bare-chested man looked at the demon hidden feng in a daze, this time he saw clearly that the person wielding the hammer was none other than the young man in front of him.

Did he lift it? Didn't he fail to lift it? The sound was made by this little bastard?

"Bang", another hammer knock, cut off the bare-chested man's train of thought.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang.....

A rapid hammer strike, like a stack of waves, quickly struck out under the hands of Demon Hidden Front.

Listening to the sound in his ears, the shirtless man turned from stunned at the beginning to surprise, and his face turned red in the end.

How is this possible!

His impression of Demon Zangfeng was that he was a teenager who couldn't even lift a hammer one moment, and the next moment he was already dancing with a hammer, and the huge difference made the bare-chested man wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes and ears.

Not only him, but immediately after the first huge hammer sound, Tuosen's eyes not far from Demon Zangfeng lit up, and he suddenly shot towards the casting table where Demon Zangfeng was.

The tower man forcibly turned around and looked at the thin figure that he hated with disbelief.

I saw that in front of the square casting table, a thin figure that could exceed half of the body of the casting table was quickly swinging the hammer in his hand.