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Others may not be able to see the special nature of Demon Zangfeng, thinking that he is strong in recklessness, but as the two disciples of Master Yuan Tie, the first swordsmith of the clan, how can Tuo Sen and the man of the iron tower have average eyesight?

One hammer per second, this kid actually reached one hammer per second, and it lasted for two minutes!

If the rate of the Demon Hidden Blade was infinitely close to one second at the beginning to surprise the two, then the next second of the second was amazing.

It's not difficult to hammer a second, but even many sword-forging apprentices can't do it, and for a teenager who doesn't have a sword element and isn't even a sword-casting apprentice, this is not just commendable.

Good seedlings, no, excellent seedlings!

Tuosen and the tower man glanced at each other with a sharp look, and a flash of heat flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Three hundred and seven, three hundred seventy-two, three hundred seventy-four...

Demon Zangfeng focused on wielding the hammer in his right hand, which made him soar for more than one hundred and twenty hammers in just two minutes.

However, under the full outburst, the sequelae also came out, his right wrist was faintly numb, and his arm began to be sore and painful.

However, despite this, Demon Hidden Front did not reduce his strength, but tried to ensure that his speed did not slow down too much.

Sweat slid down Demon Zangfeng's face, and his left hand pressed tightly on the stone platform, Demon Zangfeng didn't care about wiping the sweat, and struck the center of the hard gray-white stone platform with a hammer.

I don't know what material the gray stone platform is made of, and after being knocked so many times continuously, there is not a single scratch.

Four hundred, four hundred and one, four hundred and two...

With a rapid breath, Demon Zangfeng silently counted the number of hammers he wielded, and there were still a hundred strokes left.

"How much grass has gone, stop it?", the bare-chested man wheeled the hammer with all his might, and his already bloodshot eyes turned even redder.

"Hey, hey, where did this kid get so much strength, could it be that he can really pick five hundred hammers?"

"I think it's possible!"

The gloomy man finally stopped swinging the hammer in his hand, his face gloomy, and he did not speak again.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang...", in the first layer of the swordsmithing station, almost most of the swordsmithing apprentices stopped the hammer in their hands and looked at the demon hidden blade.

The original chaotic sound of the hammer is now only a dozen scattered scatters.

"Two hundred and seventy times, finally almost three hundred", the mustache felt nearly half of the sword yuan in his lower abdomen, and a stick of incense burned less than a quarter, it seems that there is no big problem with the first assessment.

With joy, the mustache looked up at Tuosen, but found that his gaze was not on him at all, and he turned to the tiger and tiger who was pulling the hammer not far away, and the mustache wanted to cry without tears.

You look at me, if I miss the count or don't admit it for a while, what can I do?

The atmosphere on the whole field was a little subtle, only the sound of Demon Hidden Blade's hammer stood out in the scattered forging sound, and it was unusually bright.

Four hundred and three, four hundred four, four hundred and five

Demon Zangfeng silently picked up the sledgehammer, and every stroke brought up sweat.

Sweat wet his back, and because of the continuous swing of the hammer, the right hand of the demon hiding Feng was gradually stiffened.

In fact, as long as he slowed down or switched to a two-handed hammer, it wouldn't be so strenuous, but because he was too focused and wanted to finish the 500 hammers quickly, Demon Zangfeng's right hand never stopped.

In the hot body, as the number of swings increased, the slightest fluttering warm current became more and more obvious, and Demon Zangfeng thought it was the heat generated by the vigorous exercise at first, but as time passed, he gradually noticed that something was wrong.

These warm currents actually moved in his body, and every time the warm current appeared, he seemed to feel stronger and stronger.

Is it because of strenuous exercise that strengthens the body?

Unable to think of a better reason, Demon Hidden Feng continued to swing the hammer and attack the remaining dozens of hammers.

"Bang, bang, bang...", there are still thirty hammers, silently reciting the number of hammers, Demon Zangfeng subconsciously crossed Lin Yuechan, who was seriously injured in bed.

The right hand holding the hammer suddenly exerted force, and the rest of the breath was over.

Holding his breath, the villain in the Demon Hidden Blade's soul quickly made a series of handprints.

Power Liberation!

With a click, I felt the stiff right hand suddenly lighten, and the muscles of the right arm of the demon hidden front holding the hammer high bulged, and the green tendons coiled across it.

Hmm? It seemed that there was something unusual in the hand holding the hammer of the Demon Hidden Blade, and the expression of the man closest to him changed slightly.

"Bang!", a hammer sound like a cannon roared in the hearts of everyone.

What? He still has so much power?

"Bang bang, bang bang...", before everyone was stunned, the hammer roar of the demon hidden front was like a burst of cannonballs, resounding on the casting platform one after another.

Fast, fast out of control, the hammer picked up by Demon Zangfeng with one arm even brought an afterimage in the sight of everyone.

"I'm grass", the shirtless man on the side almost stared out of his eyes.

The iron tower man's hand holding his arms let go suddenly, and his expression was shocked again, two hammers in a second, how could this be possible, even if he didn't run the sword element, he could only reach this speed!

Not far away, Tuosen was also breathless, and he stepped forward, his eyes amazed.

However, the shock brought by the Demon Hidden Front is far from over.

And one last time!

Demon Zangfeng said silently in his heart, with the hammer raised high, his left foot was pressed, his waist became a bow, and the whole person was stretched into a full string.

This series of movements is natural, smoother and more energetic than all the previous swings.

Breathing and letting go, Demon Zangfeng's eyes were like electricity, and the right hand of the hammer drew a beautiful arc in the sky.

"Bang ....."

The sound wave exploded from the stone platform, and the hammer was like a real thunderbolt, violently blasting into the first layer of the sword-forging station, bringing a buzzing echo.

At this moment, there was only a single hammer of Demon Zangfeng in everyone's ears, and nothing else!

The head of the shirtless man on the side was buzzing, and there was a brief tinnitus in his ears.

The moment the hammer hit the stone platform, a huge counterattack force suddenly passed along the cork handle to the hand of the demon hidden blade.

Hiss, the stinging wrist was the first to suffer, and then the force was transmitted along the arm to the whole body.

In the body, there was originally only a faint warm current, as if it was all shaken out by this hammer, and a large stream flowed out from the flesh and blood of the demon hidden front.

Demon Zangfeng only felt a warm and comfortable feeling all over his body, as if his whole body was soaked in a fragrant medicinal bath, and it was extremely comfortable.

Click, as the warm current was shaken out, a slight grin came from the cork handle, and the cork connected to the hammer head could not withstand the force of the demon hidden front, and several openings were cracked in it.

At this moment, the entire swordsmithing place on the first floor seemed to be quiet, and only a pair of wide-eyed eyes stared at the thin figure, full of shock and incredulity.

The hammer is broken, is he still a person?

Demon Zangfeng exhaled softly, and suddenly noticed that the atmosphere was a little weird, and he subconsciously looked up at his body.

I saw a pair of eyes staring at me tightly, some envious, some jealous, some shocked, and some seductive......

What's the matter, maybe he was fed up with ridicule and contempt, and for these fiery looks, Demon Zangfeng twisted his palms with some discomfort.

"Innate divine power, this kid cliff is innate divine power!"

The sound broke the brief silence and made the group of swordsmithing apprentices boil.

The term innate divine power is not outstanding in the cultivation of the sword yuan, but in the group of sword-forging apprentices who mainly focus on striking iron, it is no less than dropping ten tons of explosives.