Fighting bare-chested with a hammer, Han Fei crackled dozens of times in one breath, successfully smashing the iron on the iron pier into a flat iron, and his arm began to feel a little sore.

The brute bull next to him glanced at it and said, "Put it in the furnace and heat it again, then put it up and fold it flat, so that it can be considered a forge." ”

With the foundation of his original martial arts, Han Fei was still able to calmly drop the hammer and smash it well at the beginning, but with the passage of time and the increase in the number of folding and forging hits, Han Fei's physical strength was consumed very quickly, and even half of his right arm and half of his shoulder became numb and weak.

A hammer slammed into the iron pier, and Han Fei let go of his hand and wiped the dense sweat from his forehead panting.

It's really tiring, he originally thought that with his ability, although he hadn't opened the meridians, how could he hold on for half an hour, but he didn't expect that he couldn't support it in ten minutes.

"Senior Brother Han Fei, although you are very young, your body is quite strong, it is not bad to be able to strike iron like this for the first time!" said with a smile: "However, your posture and technique are seriously wrong, let me show you again!"

He picked up Han Fei's iron hammer, picked up the iron block and heated it in the furnace fire, and said, "We pay the most attention to posture and force method in iron forging, you can't just use your own arm to pick up the iron hammer, so it's easy to lose strength." ”

"If you want to hammer for a long time, in addition to having a strong body, you also need to use the strength of your arms, shoulders, especially waist and abdomen to exert force together.

I saw that the brute bull picked up the hammer and began to beat the iron, and the speed and rhythm were much faster than Han Fei's. Before the iron block became cold, Han Fei would only smash one forging at most, while the brute bull could steadily smash about four or five forgings, and the difference in efficiency was too great.

Han Fei's surname was not bad at all, otherwise it would be impossible for him to practice the Xuanmen Life and Death Technique to the Quadruple Heaven Realm without anyone to guide him in his previous life, he carefully watched the man's every move, and gradually saw some doorways.

When the bull smashed the hammer, not only his arms moved, but his waist and abdomen expanded and contracted rhythmically with the movement of the percussion, and even the flexion and extension of his legs changed.

And from the hammer drop to the swing of the hammer, the whole movement is as smooth as flowing water, and there is a feeling of proficiency and roundness to the extreme.

Although it is said that the iron is reheated after forging many times, this gap provides an opportunity to take a break, and so on, and in less than ten minutes, a piece of 100 wrought iron is struck.

Looking at the actions of the brute bull, Han Fei let out a heartfelt admiration in his heart, it turned out that this inconspicuous iron striking was also very particular and tricky.

Manniu demonstrated to Han Fei twice in a row, and explained to him in detail the tricks of exerting power, and then asked Han Fei to practice again.

After such a demonstration, Han Fei started to temper again, and there was a clear difference.

At the beginning, he learned the posture of a brute bull to exert his strength, but he felt that his whole body was extremely awkward, and the hammer he smashed was even more messy and inaccurate.

However, after a long time, he gradually grasped the trick of power, and his movements slowly became skillful, and the rhythm of the hammer immediately came out.

Using the strength of the waist and abdomen was completely different from simply using the strength of the arms, and Han Fei could clearly feel that the power brought by each of his exertions was much stronger than before, and it was easier to smash the iron block.

After several tests, Han Fei had already managed to smash out two forges before the iron cooled, and at the same time, he had also completed the first hundred forged iron he had built in his life.

"Senior Brother Han Fei, you are the smartest person I have ever met!" Brute Niu, who had been watching from the side, gave a thumbs up and praised, "The trick of exerting force is easy to say, and it takes a long time for many people to master. ”

Han Fei smiled, very proud in his heart, he didn't expect that the next brute bull was a basin of cold water poured on his head: "But look at the difference between the hundred forged iron you hit and the one I hit." ”

Han Fei looked down, and the pride in his heart immediately vanished.

On the iron pier were two pieces of beaten hundred-forged iron, one was from Han Fei's hand, and the other was of course the handiwork of a brute bull.

The square piece forged by the wild cow is square with a cold metallic luster, which makes people know that it is a good piece of iron at a glance.

On the other hand, Han Fei's piece is really a bit miserable, the appearance is uneven and ugly, not to mention, even the color of the surface does not look so uniform.

"Although you have been forged for 100 years, it is far from being a real 100 forged iron, and most of the impurities in it have not been removed. Manniu smiled: "To build a hundred wrought iron, it is not only a simple folding and beating, but also to pay attention to the uniformity of force and the way of forging, otherwise anyone can make good iron." ”

"Senior Brother Han Fei, you learn slowly, I'm optimistic about you!"

Looking at Senior Brother Manniu with a simple smile on his face, Han Fei suddenly felt that his perception of him was probably a little bit off.

For the rest of the day, Han Fei spent the time in the hammer and hammer falling, and all his movements were completely numb and mechanical.

But no matter how tired and difficult it was, Han Fei gritted his teeth and persevered, in addition to his firm will, his strength to never admit defeat was the key.

I don't know how long it took, but a loud shout came from the door of the workshop: "It's time to eat!"

This shout obviously had a strong magical power, and as soon as the voice fell, the workshop that was originally in full swing suddenly fell silent, and the blacksmiths of higher status put down their work one after another, put on a casual coat and walked towards the door with a smile.

The low-status apprentices had to sort out the tools and materials left behind by the blacksmiths, and some of them had to stay behind to take care of the fire, and they had to take turns to eat.

Manniu finished the work in his hand before putting down the hammer, he patted Han Fei on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's go eat too!"

Han Fei let out a long sigh of relief, and after relieving himself, he felt that there was no part of his body that was not sore, not numb, his entire right arm and shoulder, and his waist was even more like it was broken.

After barely putting on his coat, he was almost dragged out of the workshop by the brute.

In the courtyard outside the workshop, several wooden barrels full of food had been set up, and several fat-headed and big-eared servants, under the command of a young girl, began to distribute food to the blacksmiths.

Each person serves rice or bread, accompanied by dishes such as green vegetables and lettuce and meat slices, while the blacksmiths who get the food sit down at random and gobble it up.

"Han Fei, who is Han Fei?" the girl shouted, "Come here!"

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