"Why are you again, you gave up the forging of fine iron so quickly...", the gray-bearded old man frowned, he was woken up many times, and no one would be happy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Eh, I'm sorry to disturb my seniors, that, the hammer is broken, I want to change it", Demon Zangfeng twisted his palm, a little embarrassed.

Hearing this, the gray-bearded old man cast his gaze, remembering the loud bang just now, his originally squinted eyes slightly opened the height of the two gaps.

"It's better to be heavier and stronger", Demon Zangfeng added.

A hundred pounds of hammer is too light for me now.

The gray-bearded old man in the rocking chair reluctantly held on to the handle, stood up, hunched his back, and walked to a large room behind him tremblingly.

"Come with me, you kid smash it, of course the hammer will break, lift lightly, lift lightly, lift lightly, don't you understand, so the current child..."

The gray-bearded old man complained for a long time, as if he was very angry about the demon hidden feng breaking the hammer.

Demon Zangfeng smiled bitterly in the back, the hammer was originally broken by me, and I couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Walking into the room, Demon Zangfeng was immediately attracted by the iron hammers of different shapes and sizes that filled the room.

"Just became a swordsmith apprentice?", the gray-bearded old man on the side suddenly said as Demon Zangfeng looked around the room.

"Hmm", Youzangfeng nodded.

When the gray-bearded old man heard this, he stopped, and his squinted eyes opened a slit again.

"Show me your hand, and I'll find you a suitable hammer," the old man said again.

Demon Zangfeng stretched out his hand undeniably, and the old man took it, like the previous grizzly bear, up and down, even touching and pinching, making Demon Zangfeng very uncomfortable.

At first, the old man's expression was only average, but gradually he became more focused, and his eyes, which were still squinted, opened a small half for the first time, revealing a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

"Have you ever eaten a qi enhancement pill, or other elixirs", the old man said without a word.

Demon Zangfeng was stunned, not knowing what the old man was talking about, and shook his head.

Seeing this, the old man stroked his gray beard, and there seemed to be a little interest in his eyes.

"Born with divine powers?", the gray-bearded old man asked with interest as he walked to the stone carving where the hammer was hung.

Hearing this familiar word again, Demon Zangfeng shook his head, "I don't know either"

The old man stopped talking, fumbled for a while in the rows of hammers, and then said, "Come and see, pick one yourself"

Hearing this, Demon Zangfeng didn't have any extra thoughts and walked over.

In front of the old man were six hanging hammers, of various sizes.

"Can I try it", Demon Zangfeng looked at the old man with an inquiring look.

The old man with the gray beard pointed to the hammer and told him to do it himself.

Demon Zangfeng was also not polite, and immediately pulled out the outermost carved hammer the size of a basketball.

It's so heavy, when Demon Zangfeng got his hands on the big hammer, he was immediately bent down by a strong force, and had to hold it with two hands.

Without immediately using the "power liberation", the demon treasure feng used the sword element in his body to flow to his arms, and the originally heavy hammer suddenly became a little lighter.

Swinging the hammer with a little difficulty, Demon Zangfeng just wanted to use "power liberation", when he saw the gray-bearded old man on the side waving his hand, "This hammer is still a little early for you now, look at something else"

Demon Zangfeng nodded, looked at the other five hammers, and tried them one by one.

The second handle is bright silver throughout, and the hammer handle is dark blue, with golden carvings, and it is a mess, but when the demon hides the front, he finds that it is a light mess.

The weight of the third handle was moderate, and Demon Zangfeng was quite satisfied with holding it at first, but under the powerful divine soul induction, he seemed to sense the uneven distribution of mass in the entire hammer head, and completely lost interest after two swings.

Next, the fourth shank ......

Just as Demon Zangfeng was running the sword yuan, the gray-bearded old man on the side glanced up and down at Demon Zangfeng's miscellaneous costume, and the interest in his eyes became a little stronger.

Demon Zangfeng tried four hammers in a row, either they were too light, or they were superficial expenses, and they didn't live up to their name.

With a slightly disappointed look, Demon Zangfeng looked at the last one, his eyes lit up slightly.

The last hammer was also a cork handle, but the hammer head was dark black, revealing a faint cold glow, very close to the piece of thousands of forged fine iron that Demon Zangfeng saw in Tuosen's room.

He took the last dark iron hammer from the shelf, and as soon as he held it, Demon Zangfeng's hands sank, and his eyes flashed.

Good thing, this black hammer looks small, less than half the size of the first hammer, but it weighs just as much, and because it's all concentrated in the hammer head, it's even more than that.

Letting go of his left hand, Demon Zangfeng stopped the operation of the sword yuan, holding the hammer with one hand, and the blue tendons on his face bulged.

It only lasted for ten breaths, and the meridians of Demon Zangfeng's right arm were pulled painfully, and he had to run the sword yuan, so he could barely hold it with one arm.

However, instead of giving up, Demon Zangfeng became more and more comfortable in his eyes.

The gray-bearded old man saw it in his eyes, and the banter on his face was undisguised.

"Don't fight the idea of this hammer, you might as well choose the first one, but you can't even hold the first one so hard, don't be delusional, you can't take it away without seven years or eight years"

The old man with the grey beard yawned and motioned for him to put him back in his place.

He didn't despise Demon Hidden Feng, and he could even say that he was very high-minded.

If he were to become another sword-forging apprentice, he might not let the gray-bearded old man say that he could take it away in his life, not because he was reluctant, but because he couldn't take it away at all.

You must know that this hammer weighs 1,200 catties, and just wielding it can make a group of sword-forging apprentices deflated, and it is said to be used to forge iron.

Demon Zangfeng didn't let go, he held the hammer and said, "Senior, you said I could pick one myself"

Listening to the words of Demon Zangfeng, the old man stroked his gray beard, and his eyes narrowed a little, "Little guy, the hammer can only be changed once, unless you can break it again, I won't change it, think about it yourself, don't delay"

Demon Zangfeng was silent for a while, then nodded, "I want this"

The gray-bearded old man frowned, didn't say anything, waved his hand, and signaled that Demon Zangfeng could leave.

Since he said that he would let this kid choose, he would never say something like "you proved it to me".

"The child's stubborn temper", looking at the young man who dragged the hammer away, the gray-bearded old man shook his head and lay back on the bamboo chair, "If you want to change the hammer again, I won't agree"

But then he rolled over again and muttered, "Even if you agree, you have to talk about it well."

At this time, many people had already come to the first floor of the sword forging station one after another, and it was not as deserted and empty as just now.

In front of the casting table, Demon Zangfeng held a heavy hammer, with a little solemnity on his face.

He just chose this hammer, not because he was underestimated by the old man, so he was rash.

In the sword-forging industry, the heavier the hammer, the more difficult it is to control, but once it is controlled, forging fine iron will definitely be many times faster than a light hammer.

Except for the hand, this is the main reason why Demon Hidden Front will choose it.

Picking up the piece of pig iron that had sunk into it half a thumb high, Demon Zangfeng picked it up again, and it was roasted red and smoking.

"Power liberation", with a soft sound, Demon Zangfeng mixed with Jian Yuan's right arm, and his muscles tensed violently.