"1,300 pounds, you say?" Tuosen's deep voice swirled back and forth between the stone stairs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hmm"

After receiving the answer, a trace of surprise flashed in Tuosen's eyes, and with his back to the demon hidden blade, his frozen right foot stepped down the stone staircase again, and soon returned to normal.

This number is indeed shocking, and at the beginning, without the support of Jian Yuan, he only played 1,600 catties of strength.

Moreover, his 1,600 catties were only hit after eating the Qi Enhancement Pill and comprehending the special power skills of sword casting.

Compared with the young man who is obviously just a handyman behind him, has not eaten the Qi Enhancement Pill, has not comprehended the power skills, and relies on brute force alone, his 1600 catties not only does not suppress the trend of one head, but on the contrary, it is also a little clumsy.

"Very good," Tuosen complimented.

For Tuosen's praise, Demon Zangfeng was calm as usual, just silently following his steps.

If this praise is heard by the rest of the sword-forging apprentices, it will definitely surprise them again, knowing that it is not easy to get Lord Gray Plains to praise, even Lord Tuosen praises, it is really extraordinary.

However, if they learned that the Demon Hidden Blade could hit 1,300 catties of strength, I am afraid it would be another idea.

The two of them walked for a few minutes on the long spiral staircase, until the darkness faded and the fiery light filled the entire line of sight again, and the demon hidden front came to the basement level.

Looking at the huge underground space, unlike the above, this floor is full of single rooms that are separated separately, each of which is almost the size of half a basketball court, and there is a strong knock from time to time, which is more than a step higher than those so-called sword-forging apprentices.

"Oh, Senior Brother Sen, you're here, I'll go, it's really fake, this little man has passed the assessment, shouldn't it be Senior Brother Sen, your distant cousin?"

"Isn't your piece of thousand-forged fine iron still good, the teacher knows that he will be angry", Tuosen did not answer, but said lightly.

"I know, I know, I'll start now, Senior Brother Sen is really boring", the short-inch young man turned around and didn't forget to make a grimace at the demon Zangfeng, and then the lazy sound of striking iron came out of the single room without a sound.

Tuosen shook his head, the short-inch young man was born in the lineage, and he was also a disciple of Master Yuantie, his sword vein and forging talent were much higher than his own, but he was too playful, which made Tuosen a little helpless.

Demon Zangfeng glanced at the single room with some curiosity, and from the funny short-inch young man, he felt a sword yuan fluctuation that was not weaker than the man in the iron tower, and this was already the third strong man he had met today who far surpassed Lin Xiao.

"Follow me," Tuosen said, and then walked to a single room not far from the young man.

Walking in, in the center of the room was a casting table that was several times larger, and a heavy sword with a pitch-black body and glowing glow immediately attracted the attention of Demon Hidden Feng.

It's so big, I made a gesture in my heart, and the whole heavy sword is about four palms wide and three meters long.

Looking at the stove on the side, a palm-sized earth flame crystal emitted a burst of blazing power from afar.

In addition to the casting table, the room is equipped with beds, cabinets, stools, tables and tables, and the quality is also excellent.

Recall the talk I heard in front of the Sword Casting Center, is this the "Sword Casting Room" dedicated to the disciples of the clan's swordsmiths?

Suddenly, he smelled a burst of meat aroma and felt a little squirming in his lower abdomen, and Demon Zangfeng subconsciously looked along the table.

A piece of boiled fine jerky on the table is exuding an attractive aroma.

It took only two days to drink two bowls of rice porridge, and now that Demon Zangfeng said that he was not hungry, he coaxed himself, and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Demon Zangfeng quietly withdrew his gaze.

In his previous life, he practiced the ability to starve, so that he would not be ugly for a little food.

"Gollum, Gollum..."

Hearing this voice, Tuosen, who was holding a diamond-shaped black iron sheet to register, looked back at the young man behind him in surprise.

I saw that the demon Zangfeng pressed his lower abdomen, his little face was red, and a pair of black and white eyes were staring at the tips of his shoes.

"Take it yourself when you're hungry", Tuosen turned around and continued to write.

Hearing this, Demon Zangfeng's face blushed even more, and he glanced at Tuosen, who was facing away from him, and glanced at the dried meat on the table, but he finally resisted the urge and didn't step forward to eat.

"Name," Tuosen's deep voice sounded.

"Demon Hidden Edge"

The writing hand paused slightly, and Tuosen nodded secretly, the name was not bad.

"Age"

"Fourteen"

The writing hand paused violently, and Tuosen turned around again to confirm, "Fourteen?"

"Hmm," the demon replied.

is only fourteen years old, and there is a deep shock in my heart, can I wield 1,300 pounds of strength at the age of fourteen?

"Is there a sword vein", Tuosen stared at the Demon Hidden Front, the same appearance as the previous Gray Yuan.

However, he was destined to be disappointed, and Demon Zangfeng shook his head, breaking his mind in one fell swoop.

It's a pity, Tuosen sighed secretly, his mood at this time was not much different from the previous gray plain.

Not all swordsmiths cultivate sword yuan, but any top swordsmith must have a strong sword yuan cultivation, so he was born to win at the starting line, but the demon hidden feng who was limited in his way forward made him extremely regretful.

Turning around, Tuosen recorded the last stroke, took the diamond-shaped iron piece in his hand and handed it to Demon Zangfeng and said: "Put it away, this is the identity nameplate of the sword-casting apprentice, and in the future, he will directly enter the sword-casting institute."

Nodding, Demon Zangfeng took the thin piece of cold iron with the word "learning" engraved on it.

"How long does it take to forge a piece of hundred-forged fine iron", Demon Zangfeng, who had never taken the initiative to speak, asked in a low voice.

Although I became a sword-forging apprentice, according to what Xiao Wu said, five taels of silver a day was obviously not enough for me to buy a first-grade Lingzhi in half a month.

Tuosen glanced up at Demon Hidden Feng, not annoyed by his unauthorized questioning, he said lightly: "A newcomer who has just become a sword-forging apprentice, his daily tasks may not be able to be completed, and it is a bit lofty to talk about a hundred forging fine iron. ”

"I want to forge a hundred refined irons", Demon Zangfeng's calm voice revealed firmness.

Hearing this, Tuosen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man in front of him said "want", not "want", which made him a little curious.

"Why forge a hundred refined irons," Tuosen asked.

Demon Zangfeng was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I want money"

Asking for money, Tuosen was stunned for a moment, and then frowned slightly, the purpose of Demon Hidden Blade forging a hundred refined iron was beyond his expectations, and it also made his good impression of the young man in front of him much lighter.

"Forging a piece of refined iron, it takes two or three days for the average rookie apprentice to forge all day, and the sword-casting apprentice has to quench a hundred catties of pig iron every day, and only after the quenching is completed can he use the casting table according to his own wishes."

Tuosen said lightly, took a piece of fine iron full of fine lines from the casting table and threw it into the hand of Demon Zangfeng, "Every forging, while hammering out impurities, leave a circle of lines, a hundred forgings is a hundred circles, the further back the more difficult"

Holding a small piece of iron that was only the size of a fist but of astonishing quality, the circles on it were densely packed, not to mention thousands.

Nodding, Demon Zangfeng returned the iron and thought to himself.

"Senior Brother Sen, these two people have been measured, one is just 600 pounds, and the other is 640 pounds", at this moment, a familiar buzzing sound came from the door of the single room.