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The clansmen are excited, their blood is surging, the forty-first hammer, and then there are nine hammers, and they will give birth to metamorphosis, turn decay into magic, and become a quasi-divine iron.

As the craftsmen in the clan, they clearly know that only a quasi-divine iron of more than fifty calcines can become a rough billet for the strong man who ignites the natal divine fire to give birth to the divine fire soldiers, otherwise the ordinary gold and iron will not be able to withstand the calcination of the natal divine fire at all, and it will turn into a puddle of molten iron in the blink of an eye.

In front of the stone house, Shi Kong shook his head, even if he breathed for a short time, he couldn't change anything, his breath was already chaotic, and if he forcibly controlled it, it would only collapse more completely in the near future.

"Huh?"

At this time, not far away, a middle-aged warmaker found him, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Why are you shaking your head." ”

"And two more hammers. Shi Kong said softly.

Two hammers?

The middle-aged soldier was stunned for a moment, then showed an unhappy look, and said in a low voice: "Your kid's martial arts training is a piece of material, but you are a layman when you strike iron, don't talk nonsense, the three elders have already adjusted, this time they have made a breakthrough under pressure, and if you want to persist until fifty years, there is probably no problem." ”

Shi Kong still shook his head slightly, and didn't say anything more, just motioned for him to continue looking.

The middle-aged soldier couldn't help but roll his eyes, but he still looked at the third uncle according to his words, and the forty-second hammer had fallen in an instant.

Clang!

There was a loud bang, and the entire stone house seemed to shake at this moment, and at this time, the third uncle's hands holding the hammer trembled clearly, and even his face was faintly flushed with a sickly flush.

What the!

Several middle-aged soldiers were stunned, obviously they didn't expect such a change to happen at this time, they had been fighting iron for a long time, and they naturally saw that this was a strange place before the collapse of the breath.

"How so!"

"Third Elder, you must hold on!"

The soldiers roared in their hearts, not daring to make a sound, they were just eight hammers, as long as these eight hammers fell smoothly, they could temper a piece of quasi-divine iron, even if it was only a small piece, but as long as there was a start, I believe that they would soon be able to accumulate enough to forge a quasi-divine iron for forging a quasi-divine soldier.

The head seemed to be a little dizzy, and the red flames in the forge were rising, and the scorching waves of air invaded wave after wave with the pull of the bellows.

The third uncle gritted his teeth, he snorted lightly, and the three-stone sledgehammer in his hand was raised again, his muscles and flesh were tense, a pair of tiger eyes widened, his pupils were bloodshot, and he stared at the pig iron on the anvil that was only the size of his thumb, red and crystalline, like blood casting.

Call!

The sledgehammer fell, and only after an instant, the third uncle secretly said in his heart that it was not good, because a green tendon in his right arm suddenly twitched, which made the strength he originally grasped deviated, and even the barely maintained breath fell apart in the blink of an eye, and his face instantly turned red.

"Not good!"

Beside Shi Kong, the middle-aged warsmith couldn't help but let out a deep sigh and showed a shocked expression.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the crystal iron flew out, and everyone was stunned.

In front of the forging furnace, the third uncle gasped, looking at the anvil in front of him a little blankly, under the big hammer, there were still some fragments remaining, but since it was broken, it was only some relatively pure fine iron, at most used to make a few arrowheads, it was impossible to smelt and recast, and it had lost the divinity that would be bred.

"Failed!"

"There are only eight hammers left, and it still won't work after all?"

"There are only eight hammers left! If there are eight more hammers, it will be a quasi-divine iron, one heaven and one earth!"

After a long time, the soldiers came to their senses, and their faces were full of regret, but they also understood that these last eight hammers seemed to be not much, but they had almost become a barrier between ordinary soldiers and divine blacksmiths.

What is the Divine Blacksmith, that is the master craftsman who creates the rough blank of the Divine Fire Soldier for the strong martial arts, many strong martial arts concentrate on one piece, and they do not pass the casting, after igniting the Natal Divine Fire, they must start looking for a suitable quasi-Divine Soldier rough blank, and then after the conception and tempering of the Natal Divine Fire, they will become a powerful Divine Fire Soldier.

A strong and tenacious enough divine soldier rough has a pivotal position for the cultivation path of a martial artist, and a divine blacksmith who can create a quasi-divine soldier is definitely enough to make all the strong people pay attention to it and treat it as a guest.

Wait a minute!

Beside Shi Kong, the middle-aged soldier turned his head, stared at Shi Kong with an incredulous face, and said, "How do you know?"

Well?

The third uncle raised his eyebrows, and at this time he also found Shikong's storage, and he was a little puzzled, how could Shikong be here at this time.

However, a moment later, his eyes flashed, staring at Shi Kong, and said, "You are also proficient in casting?"

Others may not know, but as the first warsmith of the Qinglian clan, the third uncle knows very well that he can see that he will fail if he has two more hammers, and it will definitely not be an ordinary person, even he himself, can not predict it, in his opinion, only those casting methods are higher than him, and even the divine blacksmith, can judge his state for a period of time after just by observing.

Shi Kong shook his head and said, "I can only strike iron." ”

Indeed, in the Ancient God Domain, the old blacksmith only taught him to strike iron and repair the remnants, but as for building blades, he has not revealed the slightest bit to him.

Will it only strike iron?

When several middle-aged warsmiths heard this, their eyes suddenly showed a look of disappointment, what can they do with only striking iron, they are so anxious that they are not willing to let go of even a little hope, for a young man like Shi Kong, it is not easy to show his extraordinary talent in the martial arts, and it is really difficult for a strong man to expect him to achieve more in other things.

But the third uncle didn't think so, he took a deep breath, although this young man has only been in the village for more than ten days, but he is definitely a man of temperament, benevolent and kind, in his body, all kinds of incredible things have been born, can be favored by the Qing Emperor, the young talent who rains from the sky, looking at the entire Luming tribe, how many people can there be?

At this time, the third uncle would rather believe in miracles, for his own attainments, he knows very well that this is the last eight hammers of quasi-divine iron, with his understanding, it may be difficult to achieve in this life, even if there is an organic fate, but it is not a few years can be achieved, casting soldiers and training martial arts in general, almost all of them are gradual processes, and there are few masters who are against the sky and achieve success overnight.

"You try. ”

After a little hesitation, the third uncle spoke, and leaned the three-stone sledgehammer in his hand to the side, and the person also took a few steps back and stepped aside.

This is......

Several middle-aged warsmiths glanced at each other, all showing a wry smile, it seems that the third uncle has completely lost confidence, and actually put hope on a young man like Shikong, in terms of casting and refining, the master is better, a young man, even if he is new to iron, what can he change, you know, they are not lacking manpower now, but lack of a god blacksmith who can temper a quasi-divine iron.

I have to say that the luck of the Qiu Chan clan is too good, you know, in the past, looking at the top ten clans, the god blacksmith only had one person from the Shiqiao clan, and among the top ten clans, the Shiqiao clan had the most barters in the territory of the Luming tribe, almost accounting for more than two percent of the entire ten clans.

Now, the Qiu Chan clan has given birth to a divine blacksmith, which naturally breaks the balance, but it is only the Qinglian clan that chooses to eat, and the meaning of this is self-evident.

......

At this time, feeling a trace of earnest gaze hidden in the third uncle's eyes, Shi Kong did not hesitate, he nodded, and walked into the stone house.

When he came to the forging furnace, he didn't take the three-stone hammer that the third uncle had used before, Shi Kong continued to walk inside, and in the corner of the stone house, there were casting hammers of different sizes.

"Sanshi's sledgehammer, is it really too heavy?"

"That's right, it's just that the heart and lungs have been trained thoroughly, and you can have the power of a few stones, and a three-stone hammer may be able to wield, but if you want to grasp the strength subtly and temper it, it's not so simple. ”

The craftsmen talked in a low voice, and their eyes showed a look of disappointment, the heavier the hammer, the more it can temper the impurities in the pig iron, at least if you want to hammer out the quasi-divine iron, the casting hammer below one stone is absolutely unusable, it is difficult to produce qualitative change in the power of stacking, this is a rule, mysterious and mysterious, difficult to explain. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)