When Old Wutuo opened his eyes, he saw that he was holding a few pieces of black and swarthy broken iron in his arms, and the man accidentally failed to hold it, only to hear a loud bang and fall to the ground.

Old Utuo was stunned, he saw that some of these broken iron were in the shape of a half-moon, some were like a bird's nest, some were like a fang, and some could not think of a word to describe it.

"This, this is the collar I built?" Old Wutuo's eyes widened.

The man hurriedly nodded, "Yes! If you don't take a look, these two days of hard work will be in vain!"

Old Wutuo slowly stepped forward and bent down to pick up one of them, and looked at it carefully, although these things looked irregular as a whole, but each cut was extremely smooth, which showed that it was effortless when sharpening, "In addition to the carving knife, what did he use?"

The man thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, it's the carving knife, that kid has a big knife and a small knife, and he doesn't know how to control it at all." ”

Old Wutuo frowned slightly, and said to the man: "You go back first, he can tinker as much as he wants, a few pieces of dark iron, and it's not a valuable thing, it's a big deal, I'll make another batch tomorrow." ”

The man looked at Old Wutuo with a look of surprise, when did the old guy become so generous? As soon as this man left, Old Wutuo immediately bent down, and he took all the broken iron on the table and looked at them one by one.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Ning Feng was still "carving", the movement was finally smaller, and he could see the scattering of some powder, which was much more subtle. However, only three of the more than 30 collars made by Lao Wutuo remained, and the rest have become remnants. These three made Ning Feng pay special attention, and there would be an excuse to let Lao Wutuo fight some more. But before he could start, Old Utuo appeared.

Whew!

The hammer rose again, and Old Wutuo didn't speak, and tempered a dozen more than a dozen like three days ago.

Ning Feng stepped forward with a smile on his face, "Senior, I'm very sorry, I will definitely carve one exactly like the one in the pattern." ”

Old Wutuo didn't look at Ning Feng and pointed at the hammer, "Do you want to try this?"

Ning Feng was stunned for a moment, although he had just had some experience in carving this kind of embroidery needle work, but he didn't mind changing the taste and adjusting it, as soon as he took a few steps forward and bent down, Ning Feng was about to pick up the hammer.

Ning Feng, who was full of confidence, almost flashed his waist when he lifted the hammer, he thought that the hammer would be only a hundred catties, but this time he knew that he was afraid that it would be more than a thousand catties. His face turned red, Ning Feng said in his heart that he was confused, where could this heavy hammer be lifted by ordinary strength, and as soon as the power surged, Ning Feng let out a low sigh before holding the heavy hammer above his head.

The hammer fell with a bang, and then with a bang, the hammer head smashed on the edge and directly smashed the iron into the air, almost injuring people, Ning Feng was frightened and immediately became careful.

Old Wutuo couldn't stop kicking Ning Feng's calf, "Split!

Hammer after hammer, the splashing sparks burned Ning Feng's skin, but after swinging more than a hundred hammers, Ning Feng's face changed. He clearly remembered the time when Lao Wutuo made a collar, that is, a stick of incense, and he hammered down more than 100 times, and the iron on the iron pier did not change at all, and then thought about Lao Wutuo's hard iron into a ring, Ning Feng felt a chill.

Where are the gaps?

The same strength, the same hammer and iron, why can't you hit it yourself?

Old Wutuo didn't tell Ning Feng the secret, but stimulated Ning Feng sentence by sentence, "When the strength of the instrument dries up, it is your real ability." ”

The hammer is not a carving, its consumption of Ning Feng is huge, this more than 100 hammers are enough to withstand three days of carving, and soon, Ning Feng tasted the feeling of Lao Wutuo's so-called dry strength.

The hammer head is getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that Ning Feng can feel the sour feeling of his flesh, he can hear the rattling sound of his muscles and bones, if it weren't for the inertia since swinging the hammer, Ning Feng would not even be able to lift it.

However, this inertia soon disappeared without a trace. Ning Feng endured it, he couldn't care about what the iron looked like, he used the elasticity of the hammer head to fall on the iron again and again to flick the hammer to the top of his head, and when it fell, his whole body briefly relaxed.

"If you're just trying to prove to me that you can do a few more hammers, I think you can stop. Old Wutuo teased Ning Feng, "You let the hammer fall, so you can't hit one until dark." ”

"Hmph!" Ning Feng snorted, relying on his will to exert some strength again, he felt dizzy several times, and the whole person was overdrawn, which was no longer exhaustive.

Ning Feng is a stubborn person, otherwise he would not have tamed Xiao Yi, unless he really fainted, he would not have fallen. If he was willing to compromise, he would not appear in the Divine Beast Garden, and since he came, Ning Feng was ready to bear everything. If you have such a personality, you don't know how big or small!

Whew!

The strong wind rose again, and after surviving the most difficult moment, Ning Feng suddenly found that some energy was born in his body. Not long after, an unprecedented opening and closing emerged, and Ning Feng only felt that a large gate had opened in his body, and the waves were surging, as if a ditch had appeared, and all the waves were brought in.

What surprised Ning Feng the most was that the spiritual veins in the center of his eyebrows were turbulent again, it was doing a strange decomposition, and only the spiritual veins belonging to Xiao Yi were still there, but there were dense air currents around it, and these air currents were scattered in every part of Ning Feng's body, making his strength seem to have the deepest reliance!

Ning Feng didn't have time to think about the relationship between the power and the spiritual vein, he saw that the iron material had finally changed, and Ning Feng had enough energy to consider the final form of the iron material. This power made Ning Feng excited, and he only felt as if he could communicate with the metal and make it become whatever he wanted.

"Wutuo, why don't you stop him!"

By the time he said this, a whole day had passed, and the people saw that the iron on the pier had become the size of a palm, and had become a cake. Looking at Ning Feng at this time, the shape of his hands, arms, body, and legs have all been frozen.

Ning Feng had already swung out tens of thousands of hammers, and at this time, the feeling in his body made him excited, and his flesh, bones, blood, and every trace of meridian were filled with the force. The swings of these more than ten hours really made Ning Feng familiar with the power of the instrument, this existence that has always existed in the body, was completely dispatched!

Lao Wutuo's way of stimulating his potential with extremely strong consumption made Ning Feng feel like he was reborn and spit out the old and the new, so that Ning Feng's body was reshaped by the force, and the pores emitted not only sweat, but also some black particles were pressed out of the body, and Ning Feng's body surface was scabbed.

At this moment, Ning Feng shook with one foot, shaking the black stains outside his body into powder, and the whole person was immediately refreshed, and the kilogram hammer in his hand was like an ordinary person holding a dozen catties of things, and the palm-sized cake in front of him could be sketched as he liked.

There was a faint invisible aura outside the hammer head, attached to the strong traction force, they were like Ning Feng's materialized thoughts, at the mercy of the iron pier, it could be any position in Ning Feng's heart, and the hammer head was like an arm command with the purity of the weapon.

The sound of the hammer falling was not as strong as before, sometimes clanging, sometimes trembling, and even making a subtle sound of salsa and sneering, and if blindfolded, no one would believe that this sound came from a hammer.

"Wu Tuo, did this son hit the divine fate?" someone exclaimed, if Ning Feng was like this for the first time, people would not be surprised, but they saw how rough Ning Feng's control of the carving was, and how clumsy it was when he just took the hammer, and it only took four days to make progress like this, how could this be explained by ordinary fate?

Old Wu Tuo smiled and said nothing, under the gaze of everyone, the palm-sized iron material was cut open by Ning Feng, and he polished the surroundings for a while, and finally became a bright and bright bracelet.

"Xuanjian Iron into Xuansmelting Iron?" people couldn't believe their eyes, Xuansmelting Iron is the essence of iron, it needs to be constantly smelted, constantly hammered and quenched, it takes several days to make a piece of Xuansmelting Iron, and they have never seen it hard like this.

These are all old fritters, there is surprise and basis, Ning Feng is not like this, when he saw the bracelet, after being convinced that this was his own achievement, the whole face was written with four words unbelievable, and he was stunned on the ground and couldn't relax.

"Barely getting started. ”

Old Utuo picked up the bracelet and looked at it.

"Is this a beginner? or reluctantly?"

Ning Feng grinned and almost fainted.