On the casting platform, Demon Zangfeng glanced at the six iron stones in the iron bucket, and his face was eager to try. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He wasn't sure that he could complete three pieces of Hundred Refining Iron, thinking that he had exhausted all his strength to complete a Hundred Refining Iron yesterday, and three today, it was no wonder that the gray-bearded old man blew his beard and glared.

"Forty-four days, ninety years of refining refined iron", picked up a piece of thick iron, Demon Zangfeng pulled the bellows with his right hand, and the half-foot-high flames sparked violently, and under the high temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius, the iron ore soon turned red.

Seeing the opportunity, Demon Zangfeng quickly let go of the hand pulling the bellows and pulled the hammer on the casting table.

"Power liberation", his eyes fluctuated and flickered, and then the muscles of the demon hidden front bulged violently, and there was a faint tendency to tear his clothes.

Since he had his previous experience, coupled with the fact that his divine soul had been greatly improved, Demon Zangfeng did not plan to stay strong.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a hammer thrown high, a huge roar suddenly resounded throughout the empty swordsmithing room on the first floor.

Demon Zangfeng's unreserved hammer directly broke the cork hammer that had just been replaced.

This critical blow seemed to have caused a bit too much impact on the empty first layer of sword casting.

There was a swordsmith apprentice who yawned halfway through, and he swallowed half of his breath in fright, and his eyes were bigger than a porcupine.

Around the corner, the gray-bearded old man who was squinting his eyes and taking a nap was also startled by the voice.

"Which bastard, give Lao Tzu a non-peeling cramp", shouted a few words, the old man turned around, leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.

Demon Zangfeng looked at the handle in his hand in amazement, the quality of this hammer is too poor, what about the two thousand catties of force, cutting corners?

But when his eyes fell on the knocked-out that had sunk half a thumb high, his pupils shrank.

This, this is what I did?

Demon Zangfeng stretched out his fingers in disbelief, and waited until the high temperature burned his fingertips before he suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly withdrew his fingers.

I looked at the iron repeatedly, and it was the same as the pig iron I had tempered yesterday, and there was no difference.

But yesterday's all-out blow under the "liberation of power" barely left a vague hammer mark, and the moment just now actually left a half-thumb-high dentation, and it is not an exaggeration to call the difference between the two!

Could it be because my soul power has increased dramatically?

Turning to the Demon Zangfeng, he shook his head again, no matter how much his soul power is improved, it will not bring him substantial power, at most it will prolong the time and increase of "power liberation" and "divine soul acceleration".

By the way, thinking of this, Demon Zangfeng remembered something, and subconsciously shouted, "Power liberation"

The muscles flare up again, and the sleeves are faintly visible with the slightest cracks, and it is almost possible to achieve the "burst clothes" picture that can only be seen in the animation.

Yesterday morning, the "power liberation" inexplicably increased to 30 percent, could it be that last night's soul power skyrocketed, and the limit of "soul power liberation" was raised again?

Closing his eyes, Demon Zangfeng sensed the "power liberation" with all his might, how much did he increase himself.

However, this closing of his eyes made Demon Zangfeng startled.

Fifty percent!

The increase in the "liberation of forces" has directly increased by a full 20 percentage points, reaching 50 percent, that is to say, it has directly increased its own strength by half?

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Demon Zangfeng subconsciously raised the half-cut hammer handle in his hand, could it be that there are really two thousand catties, nonsense, right?

But think about it carefully, when I measured the force for the first time, because I didn't use all my strength, plus I was hungry, and my strength was damaged, I only scored 650 catties, and my peak state was definitely more than that.

However, because the "power liberation" fully squeezed out the potential of the body, and then exploded a huge force of nearly 1,300 catties.

Remember that at that time, my "power liberation" was only two and a half times, right?

The increase of two and a half catties made my strength from six hundred and fifty catties to one thousand three hundred catties, and now the increase in strength of fifty percent has reached two thousand catties, which seems to be not impossible.

Moreover, he hasn't used the sword element yet!

Thinking of this possibility, Demon Zangfeng glanced at the half-thumb-high indentation on the casting table, and then at the remaining three pieces of iron ore for refining iron, his eyes flooded with heat.

I was just holding the mentality of trying, it seems that it is really possible, no, it is very possible!

The hand holding the handle of the hammer trembled slightly, it was because he was too excited and a little impatient.

"Power liberation", with a shout, Demon Zangfeng raised the half of the wooden stick in his hand high, and was about to smash it down again.

However, when he felt the fluttering palm, he was embarrassed to remember that only half of the handle was left in his hand, and Na Na retracted his right hand that was raised above his head.

Subconsciously glanced at more than a dozen people behind him, and without exception, they all looked at him in shock.

Demon Zangfeng twisted his palm, quietly came to the place where the hammer fell, picked up the hammer, and accelerated to the designated area where the graybeard old man was.

"Damn, that kid just released the magic crystal cannon, making such a big move?"

"It's him, the one with natural powers, anyway, did you just see what he picked up, how can I look like a hammer"

"What hammer, the hammer is connected to the hammer handle, he picks up the hammer...", the man's voice was stuck, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Hey, even if it's a cork hammer, it has a bearing capacity of two thousand catties, are you kidding?"

The sound of spitting kept sounding, and one person shouted, "Maybe the hammer has been used for too long and is damaged."

"Yes, it must have been used for too long, worn out, and the strength of two thousand catties is too fake", someone said without doubt.

"Think about it and know that it's impossible, that kid can't dream of hitting two thousand catties, and are you mistaken, maybe he smashed the iron piece flying, which is very common among novices"

"It must be a mistake, even if the hammer is damaged, that kid's strength is not strong enough to break it."

Two thousand catties is indeed ridiculous, and some people who see clearly that it is a hammer can't help but shake their thoughts, maybe they are really dazzled.

These people are all very far behind, and it just so happens that no one knows that Demon Zangfeng has quenched three pieces of refined iron for the first time yesterday, and one of them is eighty forged iron, and the other is a real hundred forged iron!

But even if you know, the number of two thousand catties is still too scary, not to mention that it is still from a fourteen-year-old boy, it is difficult to believe it.

However, with the blessing of dragging the hammer of the demon hidden Feng, the dozen or so people present no longer had the feeling of sleepiness and began to play the iron seriously.

Demon Zang Feng carried a blazing gaze on his back, and when he stepped out of the corner, his pace gradually slowed down, it was really embarrassing just now.

Shaking his head, Demon Zangfeng walked to the gray-bearded old man with a hammer in one hand and a handle in the other.

In addition to collecting ore, the designated area is also a place to change iron-striking equipment.

It was a wry smile that made the old man angry, and now that he had broken the hammer, he didn't know how he would be angry.

After walking for a while, looking at the gray-bearded old man lying on the bamboo chair not far away, although the demon Zangfeng was reluctant in his heart, he could only step forward.

"Then, that senior, I'm here again..."