Finally, everyone felt as if centuries had passed, the iron sand in the cauldron was completely burned red, the red iron sand was smoking, and the heat waves were rippling, and the whole person was wet. He finally let go of his palm, but his breath was still quite steady, and there was no abnormality.

At least 6,000 times!

The expressions of all the ordinary disciples were not only shocked, but also admired, such a long tugging of the bellows, this did not seem to have even the slightest impact on him, this country is really a god.

Wu Yan was already speechless, not because he was silent, but because he had been shocked by Jiang Shan's performance.

What is a genius, this is a genius!

Bai Qingling's eyes showed a look of satisfaction, and his eyes were full of joy when he looked at Jiang Shan. This little scoundrel really has some skills, but he didn't disgrace Miss Ben.

The movements of the rivers and mountains in the field did not stop at all, and the hard Yungang was thrown into the iron pot by him, buried in the hot red iron sand.

He pulled the bellows again, this time much faster than the last time. If the previous time was not slow, such as a slow drizzle, this time it can be called a storm, the country is very rough to pull the bellows, and the spiritual power is desperately injected into his right hand, and he is not stingy to consume the spiritual power.

The originally extremely heavy bellows was pulled up by him without any sluggishness.

Everyone was moved, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that Jiangshan's spiritual power cultivation was profound, from the beginning to the present, there was no oil and lamp dry, genius is really a genius, Elder Wu Yan said that he is an amazing character, it seems to be true.

Soon, a whole piece of Yungang was burned red, Jiang Shan quickly turned Yungang over with tweezers, and after a few minutes, when the color of the red on both sides was the same, Jiangshan quickly sandwiched Yungang out of the iron pot.

Quickly laid on the iron table, the hammer in his right hand was already in his hand, he held the hammer in one hand, the hammer was raised high by him, the wrist was forced, the hammer roared down, with a black light smashed at one end of Yungang.

The cloud steel was slightly deformed, and a dark hammer mark was printed on the steel surface, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The sound of a huge steel intersection was like a crisp thunder, and everyone was shocked. Jiangshan's movements did not stop for half a minute, the hammer was picked up and smashed down by him, the same height, the same strength, the sound of "ping pong" sounded like a bead splashing down the jade plate, and the sparks were like fireworks, constantly blooming beautifully around the rivers and mountains.

The sweat on Jiang Shan's face was even more, the sweat was like a river, his eyes were extremely focused, and they were full of sparks and hammers that kept falling.

The whole action was done in one go, without a half-minute pause in the middle, hundreds of hammers exploded wildly, and each hammer poured out the strength of the whole body without reservation. Every muscle is beating, and every pore seems to be releasing vitality. But everyone just feels that every hammer of Jiangshan seems to be extremely soothing and freehand, clearly full of endless violence, but it gives people a feeling like the wind and clouds, so neat, as if Jiangshan is not striking iron at this time, but holding a brush in his hand, in front of him is a roll of silk paper, he is extremely comfortable painting a pair of ink paintings.

Every action of the country is so simple and direct, up and down the hammer, but no one feels boring, every hammer down they can't help but marvel, it seems that every hammer of the country has a different scenery, so that everyone has to sigh from the heart.

And Jiang Shan himself has long forgotten everyone, in his world, there is only the red Yungang on the case, he has no distractions, and soon, he found that he had completely beaten Yungang's side unconsciously.

Dense hammer marks, every inch has been repeatedly beaten, no more, no less. Someone has already calculated for him in his heart, Jiang Shan has hit a total of 1,000 hammers in a row this time,

He quickly turned Yungang over, and continued to swing the hammer continuously, at this time his clothes finally did not withstand the continuous force pulling, "Zila", straight from the middle, split into two, he quickly took off the clothes with his left hand, and his right hand did not stop in the whole process.

Qingtie's skin was exposed, and he could see the pieces of his skin, sweat slid across his skin, revealing an alluring luster, and a little spark burned on Qingtie's skin, not showing any scars, but adding a different kind of charm.

It's another thousand hammers, no more, no less, and both sides of Yungang have been beaten all over the country. At this time, the fire on Yungang had been extinguished, so Jiang Shan put the beaten Yungang into the iron sand again to forge the fire, and then took it out for the second time. This time, the thrashing force was much lighter.

If the first time it was a hammer, this time it was an embroidery. Embroidered with a hammer of forty catties, the mastery of this power is simply perfect, and the second-level armor divisions who watched had to sigh that Jiang Shan's means at this time were no longer under them.

Then they could only exclaim, could it be that Jiang Shan was already a second-level military division? They didn't want to believe that this was true, and several people were extremely depressed, so they had no choice but to go to Elder Wu Yan's side.

Wu Yan was speechless for a long time, and the look on his face was already half crazy. In normal times, who of these second-level armor divisions would dare to ask Wu Yan, who was like a cold Yama, and he was really hit hard by Jiangshan today, so he asked stubbornly: "Elder Wu, this new little brother Jiang is a second-level armor division?"

This man didn't notice that even his voice was trembling when he asked this, which was naturally not fear, but a mixture of mixed tastes.

Wu Yan looked at him for a long time, sighed lightly, and then said faintly: "What kind of second-level armor division is that, according to himself, he is a soldiering apprentice!"

There was helplessness in the voice, apprentice in military uniform, who would believe this!

"If he is an apprentice in armor, then the identities of our old guys and these second-level juncture masters are probably fake, when did the apprentice have this ability. Look at his technique, how skillful, look at his demeanor of striking iron, as if he is the only one in this world, if this is an apprentice, I will buy a piece of tofu and die!"

Wu Yan didn't speak, and to be honest, he didn't believe it. But at this time, Bai Qingling suddenly smiled.

"I believe it!"

Wu Yan and the rest of the second-level armor divisions were shocked. What is Bai Qingling's identity, she will definitely not be fake when she speaks, isn't that Jiangshan really an apprentice in military uniform?

If it were, the world would be too crazy! Everyone was speechless for a while.

Bai Qingling slowly added: "I'm not sure, I just believe that that little scoundrel doesn't dare to lie to me!"

Bai Qingling smiled softly, looking at Jiang Shan's gaze was slightly different from looking at others, and it seemed extraordinarily soft.