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Shi Kong nodded, his eyes were slightly cold, he had read a lot, but he had never been in contact with iron, and he was a little inexplicably nervous at the moment.

However, after many years of practicing martial arts, he finally sharpened a good character, he quickly calmed down, and came to a corner of the blacksmith shop, which is a hammer with a large human head, the hammer handle is three feet long, and it is also cast in metal, and the hammer body is connected into one breath, tightly fitted, and it is obviously cast in one piece.

Reaching out and grabbing the handle of the hammer, Shi Kong lifted it hard, the hammer body was slightly off the ground, but his upper body sank down.

It's so heavy!

I secretly sighed in my heart, this hammer is far inferior to the old blacksmith's, but when it is estimated in Shikong, it weighs more than 400 kilograms, which is close to the limit of his fist power that he has reached now.

Instantaneous explosion of extreme fist power, and maintaining the ultimate fist power at all times are two concepts, which are a great test for the body, let alone using this hammer to smash ten pieces of pig iron into the broken sword and repair the sword body.

Gritting his teeth, Shi Kong held the hammer with both hands, snorted lightly, and began to exert force, as soon as the hammer left the ground, it faintly began to influence his center of gravity, he took a deep breath, carefully adjusted for a moment, and barely grasped the flow of his body, and came to the anvil.

The heat wave was rolling, the forge was connected to the anvil, the charcoal in the furnace was completely burned, the blue flame swallowed, licking one end of the anvil, the whole anvil was scorched into a dark red, so that the broken sword on it remained red and softened at all times.

Call!

The silk ribbon that bound the hair was burned by Mars, and the black hair of Shikong was scattered, and it was rolled up by the heat wave, but at this time, he did not immediately move, but pondered, and kept recalling every action of the old blacksmith just now, from the hammer to the hammer falling, the spotless hammer from beginning to end, as if derived endless changes.

The old blacksmith lay asleep on a wicker chair, squinting, his hookah gurgling and twitching, as if he was indifferent to the outside world, and there was no intention of urging.

After half a cup of tea, Shi Kong's eyes suddenly gathered, his arms exerted force, and about six hundred and thirty-nine muscles on his body instantly tensed, and in his mind, the movements that had been deduced hundreds of times were shattered into one, and the iron hammer of more than 400 kilograms in his hand was raised high, and then turned into a perfect trajectory, like a meteor falling nine days away.

At the same time, Shi Kong picked up his left foot, and a palm-sized piece of pig iron flew up in the air, reaching a place directly above the anvil.

At this moment, the three points and lines of the hammer, pig iron, and broken sword, together with the long hair flying in the sky, seemed to turn into an eternal picture.

Syllable!

There was a loud bang, the hot sparks splashed on the anvil, the broken sword shook, and the aftermath did not stop, but it was suppressed by the iron hammer in Shi Kong's hand on the anvil, unable to move, under the iron hammer, the pig iron turned red, and the broken part of the sword body was already wrapped in it.

Well!

On the rattan chair, the old blacksmith's eyes suddenly opened, supporting the small half of his body, and a touch of imperceptible admiration bloomed in his cloudy pupils.

Bang! Bang!

And at this moment, the stone space in front of the anvil has fallen into a state of forgetfulness, in his eyes, only the broken sword on the anvil and the red-hot pig iron, hundreds of kilograms of iron hammer smashed down again and again, and even at the moment of raising the hammer, he felt that what he was holding was not a casting hammer, but a heavy iron sword.

A series of crashing sounds were wrapped in an indescribable rhythm, Shi Kong forgot to be tired, the hammer in his hand had lost count of how many times he had struck, and it was just a hammer over and over, but every time the hammer fell, Shi Kong faintly gave birth to a new feeling, although it was not much, it could even be said to be insignificant, but the next hammer was slightly adjusted, the force became smoother, and the impact sound became more and more crisp.

At the same time, Shi Kong felt a faint tingling sensation begin to appear in his muscles and flesh, as if there was a faint electric current flowing in the flesh and blood, although his body was already tired, his hands seemed to have formed an inertia, and there was no intention of stopping.

Shi Kong understands the truth of one go, he doesn't know how to strike iron, today is just the first contact, if he stops, the grasp of the fire must be deviated, because he has an obsession in his heart, the hands holding the hammer are getting harder and harder, and the green tendons bulge on the back of the hand, and a white coarse cloth robe has long been soaked, sticky and sticky to the skin.

Gollum!

Until this moment, the hookah returned to his mouth, and the old blacksmith lay down again, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly floated into a faint smile.

......

The pig iron under his feet decreased one by one, Shikong sweated like rain, and his face gradually became pale, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, as the pieces of pig iron were driven into the broken sword, the fracture extended inch by inch, as if the gecko had a broken tail, and it continued to grow, and there was a wonderful understanding.

This is something he has never experienced, and when all the ten pieces of pig iron are used up, the entire sword body has been restored to its original shape, more than four feet long, three inches more than before, but the sword is three fingers wide, and it is still the same, and the blade has also been smoothed, losing its edge, and the whole long sword has instead exuded a sense of calm and rock-like heaviness.

Ten pieces of pig iron, if smelted, Ishiku was afraid that he could cast five identical long swords, but when he used to repair the broken sword, it only increased it by a slight three inches, if it was not done by himself, it was hard for Shikong to believe that it was his own handwriting.

Looking at the long sword on the anvil that was as red as a red glow, the next moment, Shi Kong swung the hammer again, his body and waist were united, and his whole body was twisted into a strand of strength, reaching his arms, and the hammer head pressed the air, making a whining wind whistle.

Boom!

The hammer head collided with the anvil, and the red-hot sword bounced up, and with a soft roar, it drew a half-arc and fell into the cold bucket on the side.

Laugh at!

A large amount of water vapor rose, and the entire blacksmith shop suddenly seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, and his vision was obscured, and Shi Kong did not expect that a four-foot-three-inch long sword quenching would actually give birth to such a huge amount of water vapor, and it was difficult for him to think now, because his relaxed body seemed to have become a thousand pounds, and a Venus flashed in front of him, and his muscles and bones seemed to have lost consciousness, and his consciousness finally became blurred......

Boom!

The hammer fell, and in the mist, the old blacksmith got up from the rattan chair, and his sturdy body took steps, and the churning steam suddenly seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, and a path several feet wide was derived.

The old man walked slowly to the anvil, looked down at the young man who fell into a coma in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more vigorous, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's not bad, it's not bad, it's really fast!"

After a while, the old blacksmith restrained his smile, his gaze became solemn again, he stared at the unconscious stone sky in front of him for a long time, and finally took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then muttered in an almost indiscretable voice: "The thirty-six hammers of Dayan, this is the first ......"

......

When Shikong woke up again, he found that he had returned to the pool in the center of the village, the pale cyan pool water had become transparent, and the exhaustion of his body before had also disappeared, his ears, eyes, smell, and perception had become unprecedentedly clear and keen, such a huge change caught him off guard, he got up suddenly, the pool water exploded, the water splashed, he was stunned, raised his right hand, clenched his palm into a fist, poof, a small cloud of invisible air was pinched and exploded in the palm of his hand.

"Did I break the limits of the human body for the first time?"

Shi Kong stared at his palm suspiciously, and then shook his head: " No, I can still feel the existence of the barrier, and even seem to be stronger, breaking the limit of the human body is to release the potential of the body, on the contrary, it is necessary to consume the essence of life, before breaking the limit of the third human body and giving birth to the ancient internal force, it is a kind of overdraft, which is an equivalent exchange, and now, I do not feel the reduction of the vitality of life in the official description, but the spirit is a hundred times, and most of the calluses on the sword practice on my hands have disappeared, becoming smooth and delicate, which is a symbol of extremely vigorous vitality. ”

Immediately, Shi Kong carefully sensed the changes in flesh and blood, the martial artist's control of strength, in the beginning of strict training, this is the basic project, in the first year of sword training, for how to grasp the strength of his body, Shi Kong was even ordered to use the hourglass to sharpen his judgment, until the error is reduced to less than a catty, no matter how small it is, it is impossible to do it, that is a great martial artist, deriving internal force, grasping the flow of qi and blood around the body.

"The limit of boxing power, about nine hundred and ninety-eight kilograms!"

Soon, Shi Kong's eyes lit up, and he couldn't believe it, the limit of his fist power had unconsciously increased to about nine hundred and ninety-eight kilograms, and in the number officially announced by the United Nations, the extreme martial artist who broke the limit of the human body for the first time had an extreme fist power of about 1,000 kilograms, and the highest in future cultivation would not exceed 1,500 kilograms.

Shi Kong couldn't help but take a deep breath, and once again sensed the changes in his body, this time, between the muscles and flesh, he vaguely caught a fleeting tingling sensation, as if an extremely weak electric current, and by the time he wanted to look for it again, there was no trace of it.

Could it be......

There was a glint in his eyes, Shi Kong faintly grasped something, he needed to verify it, but for now, he still had to make sure of something.

The next moment, his right hand and fingers into a sword, the fingertips on the left arm, far more difficult than before, after he almost used seventy percent of his strength, he barely broke through the dermis, an inch long opening, just blood seeped out, it quickly closed, the muscles and flesh automatically contracted, although the wound did not heal, but there was only a vague mark left.

"The repair speed of my flesh and blood tissue is at least three times that of ordinary people, which is slightly beyond the number of extreme martial artists announced, so it seems that my body comprehensive essence zhì is really comparable to the extreme martial artist who initially broke the limit of the human body for the first time. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and at this moment, Shi Kong only felt that the tense heartstrings had relaxed a lot. (New books rush to the list, ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)