When the iron was glowing red from the inside out, Lin Ding clamped the iron to the casting table, picked up the hammer on one side, and struck it violently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Bang bang, bang bang", Lin Ding's hammering is very regular, every time the hammer falls, the edges and corners of the irregular iron block will be smoothed, and the piece of iron the size of a fist will soon become smooth and flat under his percussion.

Demon Zangfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and from Lin Ding's percussion technique, he seemed to see a special way of exerting force, which seemed to be a kind of ingenuity.

Lin Ding's knocking did not end, and when the whole piece of iron was quenched like a round cake, he picked up the piece of iron again and placed it on top of the stove.

The bellows in his right hand fought, and a golden orange flame burst out, and the piece of iron, which had just been restored to its original form, was once again forged red.

"Repeated calcination helps to melt the impurities in the iron, so that the impurities can be quenched more easily when the iron is struck," he says, putting the red-hot iron whole into the water-filled iron tong at his feet.

"Hiss---", accompanied by a burst of thick white mist, the red-hot iron quickly cooled down.

It was originally a gray-black piece of iron, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it approached the pure black.

"This is the first process of quenching iron, and the discoloration of the iron is the only criterion for testing your qualification," Lin Dingdao.

When the black iron was about to cool down completely, Lin Ding put him into the furnace again, calcined it red again, and then continued to beat it with a clang.

In this way, it was repeated three times, and the discus, which was originally the size of a fist, shrank by more than one-third under Lin Ding's hands.

"Reaching me is the highest standard of quenching iron, understand", Lin Ding touched the sweat on his head.

When everyone heard this, they nodded their heads one after another, and they all rubbed their hands, looking a little impatient.

Lin Ding's forging is very simple, and the procedure is clear, in their opinion, this is simply not too easy.

"Toutou, I would like to ask, is it possible to forge fine iron by completing the daily quenching task?", one person said excitedly.

Hearing him say this, several people looked at him at the same time, their eyes full of silver.

Even if you complete the task of quenching iron for a day, it is only five taels of silver, but forging a piece of 100 forged iron is 30 taels of silver, and a 1000 forged iron is 300 taels of silver, if you can forge it yourself...

"Of course, there is no shortage of refined iron here, provided that you can complete the daily quenching of iron", Lin Ding smiled lightly and did not deny him.

Hearing his words, the big men who had just become sword-forging apprentices hurriedly ran to their casting table, and they almost screamed twice.

Looking at their red faces, it seems that if they take a step slower, they will lose a lot of silver.

Demon Zangfeng also walked to the casting table for his assessment, and glanced at the three fist-sized iron stones in the iron bucket, is this the amount of a day.

"Those are the newcomers?", said a swordsmith apprentice not far away.

"Yes, I just entered a batch yesterday, fifteen in total," said the swordsmith apprentice next to him.

"That handyman boy too?", he said with a look of surprise on his face, pointing to the Demon Hidden Front.

He didn't come yesterday morning, so he didn't know about the assessment.

"Miscellaneous boy?" The man subconsciously looked at the place where the demon hidden feng was, nodded, and said enviously, "That kid has great strength and great thief, I'm afraid he is born with divine power."

"Innate divine power", the man was surprised when he heard this, and said in surprise, the innate divine power in the sword casting line can be described as a thunderous and hot genius.

He glanced at Demon Hidden Feng in disbelief, but his age clearly told him that if it weren't for his innate divine power, he couldn't explain that an ordinary boy could pass the assessment of a sword-forging apprentice.

"Not only was he praised by Lord Grayplain, but even Lord Takuson spoke for him."

"What, Lord Grayplain, Lord Tuosen?", the news seemed to surprise him more than his innate divine powers.

"Hmph", at this moment, a black-clothed apprentice turned in front of the two of them, and snorted coldly, "Isn't it just that I passed the assessment by luck with my innate divine power, and I don't know if there is any water release." ”

"That's it, what is the divine power of the gods, Brother Xiaoyuan hit 720 pounds of strength for the first time, can that kid compare?"

As soon as the black-clothed apprentice spoke, the two people who had been talking did not speak again.

The black-clothed apprentice they knew, named Lin Yuan, was a side disciple, and I heard that he had an elder brother who served as a squad leader in the patrol sword guard, so he got two Qi Enhancement Pills in advance, which allowed him to directly increase his strength to a thousand catties in a short period of time.

"Quenching iron is not that simple, whether that kid can meet the standard is still a big question", the black-clothed apprentice finished speaking, and glanced at Demon Zangfeng with bad intentions.

It is difficult for newcomers to quench iron to meet the standard, so there is an unwritten rule that within the first month, as long as the first quenching process is completed and the discoloration of the iron block is achieved, even if the task is completed, you can also receive five taels of silver.

But no one said that this rule must be enforced, right?

Lin Yuan and Lin Ding, who demonstrated quenching iron, glanced at each other, and the two of them smiled at the same time.

Demon Zangfeng stood in front of the casting table, glanced at the complete range of tools next to the casting table, and the intact furnace, he picked up the iron clamp in one hand, and pulled out a fist-sized piece of iron ore from the iron tong.

When he came to the stove beside him, he put the stone on the stove in the same way, and pulled up the wooden handle on the bellows with his right hand.

Boom, under the urging of the bellows, in the furnace, the earth flame crystal, which was originally only emitting high heat, suddenly burst out of a half-foot-high golden orange flame.

The temperature around him soared, and feeling the somewhat hot air, Demon Zangfeng was not distracted by this, but paid attention to the iron stone in his hand that was gradually burning red.

When the iron stone was calcined red, Demon Zangfeng stopped calcining and moved the whole piece of iron and stone to the casting table.

Picking up the cork hammer on the side of the casting table, Demon Zangfeng grabbed the red piece of iron with iron tongs and smashed it on it.

"Bang", the first blow was nothing, but with the next tapping, Demon Zangfeng gradually discovered that quenching iron was not as simple as he imagined.

Although the iron was calcined and red, it was only after striking that it was still hard.

When he saw Lin Ding striking before, it didn't seem to take much effort to smooth out the edges and corners, and Demon Zangfeng used a lot of strength to knock down a small piece.

Moreover, when forging, it is clamped with iron tongs, and every time it is forced, it will make the left hand holding the iron tongs feel numb, and the demon Zangfeng does not dare to use too much force, for fear that he will smash the fist-sized iron block out and fly out.

"Ah", suddenly a howl of pain came from behind him, and Demon Zangfeng subconsciously looked at it, only to see a big man who had just become a sword-forging apprentice holding his burned arm, and even tears hurt out.

He had just exerted too much force, and as a result, the iron jumped into his arm, and even his clothes burned through a hole.

Looking at the other sword-forging apprentices again, their faces were depressed, and they all found the difficulty of quenching iron.

"Hey, did you find it", Lin Ding clasped his hands with a playful expression.

"Haha, those newcomers are going to suffer", seeing that the new group of sword-forging apprentices were quenching iron, some old fritters suddenly snickered.

"Quenching iron, tsk, I suffered a lot because of it"