Bai Qingling showed a stunned look, immediately covered his mouth, bent down and stared at Jiang Shan and laughed, and the muscles on Wu Yan's face kept jumping, his eyes were extremely strange, and he couldn't maintain that indifferent and profound appearance anymore.

And everyone else was stunned for a moment, and then the next moment an idea came to mind.

"You're going to die if you don't pretend to be dead!"

Soon, someone carried a cauldron, and Jiang Shan pretended to walk around the pot twice, and then stopped, shook his head very seriously, and shouted again.

"On the cauldron!"

Bai Qingling couldn't maintain the goddess style anymore, and laughed out loud all of a sudden, but this time she couldn't stop it, and she almost didn't laugh. As for Wu Yan, he raised his finger and pointed at the country, but he couldn't say a word. All the disciples of the "Valley of Hundred Soldiers" had only one idea, and one person drowned the country with a mouthful of spit.

It's too shameful.

After a while, he took another cauldron and went to the middle of the meadow. The pot was almost two meters in diameter, and according to the requirements of the country, a big stand was supported underneath, almost more than a meter high. At this time, Jiangshan was more satisfied. Someone brought a bucket of clean water, of course, it was estimated that the habit of the country, and the bucket filled with water was also large.

The material chosen by Jiangshan is Yungang, because he has had the experience of using Yungang to create daggers before, and it is not easy to miss with Yungang.

Since Bai Qingling has already said that he wants him to win, then he must do his best, it is impossible to fail as soon as he comes up, and he is straightforward.

He washed his hands in clean water, then weighed the hammer. He frowned slightly, the hammer was too light to use.

He told the truth, and someone replaced him with a hammer, the hammer weighed forty pounds, and Jiang Shan tried it, although it was still slightly light, but it was barely enough.

Those ordinary disciples were already speechless for a while, in their opinion, Jiang Shan was too pretending, and before he started, many people were already preparing to see his jokes, if he failed, he would inevitably become the laughing stock of the "Valley of Hundred Soldiers".

Only a few people have some expectations, if they don't get three or three, how dare they go to Liangshan, if this country doesn't have any strength, he will run to so many people and slap his face. This person is not ****.

No matter what kind of mood these ordinary disciples had, everyone's eyes were fixed on the field, looking at Jiang Shan, looking at the cauldron, and seeing what kind of divine weapons Jiang Shan could use those materials to play.

Soon the iron pot was filled with iron sand, the fire was lit, and as the flames rose, Jiang Shan's expression became extremely calm, he took a deep breath, and the sleeve of his right hand was rolled up by him, revealing his green iron-like skin.

He held the oversized bellows in his right hand, exhaled and inhaled, and slowly pulled the bellows up with the rhythm of his breathing, and the flames flickered, and the fire increased by three points in an instant. Jiangshan's expression became more and more peaceful.

The bellows are stretched extremely peacefully, not impatient, not hurried, and the time between each stroke is the same, and there is absolutely no difference. After almost half an hour, the fire became more and more vigorous, and tongues of fire overflowed from the edge of the iron pot, making a fluttering sound.

Jiang Shan's face had been covered with fire ashes, slightly blackened, and beads of sweat rolled down his face, but even if the beads of sweat slipped over his eyelids, his expression was the same, without any change.

He kept staring at the fire, holding the bellows in his hand, and everyone suddenly felt that at this moment, it seemed that there was only that cauldron, that fire, and the person pulling the bellows.

Bai Qingling's eyes were full of brilliance, Jiang Shan's movements were really serious to the extreme, just like pulling the bellows was the whole of his life, and he only had that bellows in his heart. Serious men are usually very handsome, and at this time, Jiangshan has a special charm, and even Bai Qingling is slightly moved.

Wu Yan couldn't help but open his mouth, this Jiangshan's state at this time was purely detached, and that spiritual bearing had faintly revealed something extraordinary. Those ordinary disciples may not know, but Wu Yan can clearly see clearly, and the country has faintly formed its own potential.

In the eyes of everyone, there was suddenly only one person, and it was completely affected by the power of Jiangshan.

At a young age, he has such an ability to comprehend, this country is really a baby!

And several second-level armor divisions were also shocked, the rivers and mountains they saw in their eyes were different, they were not affected by the momentum formed by the rivers and mountains, they had been paying attention to the breathing of the rivers and mountains, paying attention to the arms of the rivers and mountains, the rivers and mountains had done the same action, it had been half an hour, the breathing was still extremely stable, the arms were not trembling for half a minute, and the rhythm was consistent, all of which showed that the exercise of the young man's mind had reached an extremely exaggerated level. Calm and peaceful, it can be called an old man like them who has been immersed in military uniforms for dozens or hundreds of years.

In the end, they only sighed, this kid's potential is really amazing.

There was too much iron sand in the cauldron, and after about half an hour, the sand in the cauldron finally rose with green smoke, and the green smoke was swirling, almost shrouding the whole person in the smoke.

The blazing fire exuded green smoke, which looked a little white, and the sweat had fallen like rain in the green smoke, but he didn't move even once, his upper body remained straight, and his hands were slowly exerted, and now he has pulled the bellows for almost an hour, and he hasn't even changed his hands.

The ordinary disciples of the "Valley of Hundred Soldiers" gradually showed shocked looks. How long has it been? An hour? Time is still increasing minute by minute, knowing that the iron sand in the entire cauldron is all burned red, and he is not ready to change hands?

How is it possible, could it be said that he has already reached the peak of the third layer of enlightenment, and even passed the human tribulation, and has the strength of Jindan? He looks so young, is this possible?

The iron sand used for armor casting is all secret iron sand, which is extremely difficult to heat, and the most difficult thing is the bellows that are pulled, all of which are very heavy, and it takes a lot of strength to pull it.

As for the strength of the cultivators in the enlightenment stage, it has reached an extremely exaggerated level, but even if it is to pull the bellows, if it is to pull so continuously, it will only change hands in a thousand strokes.

And now more than an hour has passed since the beginning of Jiangshan, and I am afraid that there are more than 3,000 pulls, not only has he not changed hands, but he seems to be nothing. It was incomprehensible, and everyone had no emotions other than shock.

Could it be that the cultivation of this country has really reached a very terrifying level? "Sword Valley" has never lacked geniuses, but if Jiang Shan reached the Jindan realm at such a young age, then even in Sword Valley, it would be ranked first.