Lu Ming's forging skills are from this set of cheats: "Candle Yongzi, Zeng Congzi, Cadre Mo Ye, Ou Yezi, Longquan Sword......"

The memory in Lu Ming's mind turned page by page like a slideshow, refusing to let go of even the slightest mistake. When thinking of Ou Yezi, Lu Ming sincerely admired, sighed and sighed, being able to cultivate a legendary-level heir like the cadre Mo Ye, I am afraid that Ou Yezi is the only one.

However, after Lu Ming obtained Ou Yezi's forging cheats, he did not lose the cheats of other ancient masters, but treated them all equally, and each cheatbook was consulted and thorough.

In Lu Ming's view, each forging secret book has its own strengths, and only by collecting the strengths of hundreds of schools can a peerless sword be achieved.

Crash......

The thirty catties of big iron ingots were directly thrown by Lu Ming on the blue fire that had emitted almost transparent, and then said lightly: "Pull three times with each breath." ”

Ouyang Luo nodded lightly again, the green tendons on his arms swelled, and the light blue flames blown by the strong wind lit up the entire backyard for a while.

Uncle Sha frowned, he was able to pull the bellows at such a frequency, and he still persisted, the entire Lu family was the old number, and now only he could do it, but he didn't expect that this little guy who was playing with the young master really had two hits.

The other guys also put down their work for the time being, and slowly gathered around, no matter how the young master played, the guy who pulled the bellows was not an ordinary person at first glance, and it was very likely that he was a real swordsman!

In the entire backyard, for a while, only this iron furnace was making a violent burning sound, and in the twilight, everyone's face was reflected. And the guy who had just approached had to take the initiative to avoid this high temperature, but his eyes were suspicious and refused to leave Lu Ming, because this young master of waste wood was standing in front of the iron furnace and never moved.

Suddenly, the guys saw that Lu Ming's eyes were straight, as if he was observing the color change of the iron ingot, picked up a pair of iron tongs in his left hand, picked up the iron ingot and threw it on the iron felt, and then there was a muffled sound of 'dong', and suddenly the iron flowers splashed everywhere!

Uncle Sha, who was holding the teacup steadily, was stunned, almost stood up directly on the chair, blinked his eyes several times in a row, and wanted to see more clearly.

Uncle Sha's heart couldn't turn that corner for a while, and this big hammer head has always been my exclusive use, even Jin Peng, an apprentice who has been with me for ten years, can't make this hammer so stable with one hand!

Seeing the puzzled eyes cast by Uncle Sha, the bald and sturdy Jin Peng was also pouted, and he was indeed shocked by his young master's amazing hammer, but he snorted coldly in his heart, "Look at his sick and crooked appearance, the next hammer will definitely be smashed!"

Jin Peng also secretly puffed up his strength, and even hoped that the young master would not be able to lift it with the next hammer! Even if the young master was a sword student, he was only a sword apprentice realm, how could he compare to the training in his ten years of apprenticeship?

Knock knock!

The constant muffled sound of the hammer smashing on the red-hot iron ingot hooked Uncle Sha's mind back, only to see Lu Ming's right hand like a rotating windmill, almost rounding the hammer and smashing it down......

"It's a bit of a blacksmith's style. Uncle Sha blinked. However, if he can also become a blacksmith, then the world is absolutely really crazy, Uncle Sha took a sip of tea, do you know how much hard work it takes to become a blacksmith? How many years of practice does a good blacksmith have to go through? Just by smashing a few hammers on his improvised basis, he can become a blacksmith? Is it really ...... Loser!

"It's just, if you smash it like him, what can be forged is just an iron plate, right?!" Seeing that Lu Ming really smashed the iron ingot directly into an iron plate, Uncle Sha snorted, this waste wood is really only a waste and a loser!

"Fifty hammers. Jin Peng was not confident in his heart, and whispered in the ear of his master Uncle Sha.

"Fifty ......" Uncle Sha was taken aback.

"Uncle Sha, your teacup!" a guy exclaimed.

Uncle Sha realized that the tea bowl in his hand had been tilted, the tea had already dried up, and the crotch of his pants was wet. Quickly cleaned up, Uncle Sha laughed disdainfully a few times, and thought: "Looking at his pale face, the next minute, should the sledgehammer fly out or hit his foot?"

Jin Peng gritted his teeth, his face was a little feverish, even if he was himself, he was hammering with both hands, this was the limit!

Lu Ming didn't pay attention to the looks of others at all, just smashed the iron ingot flat with a hammer, and when the temperature was low, he threw it on the iron stove to burn, and after smashing it flat, it was rolled up like a spring cake and smashed again, and the cycle repeatedly.

Ouyang Luo pulled the bellows with all his might, and at this moment he was also puzzled in his heart, this nouveau riche wanted to practice his strength in this way? Huh? How could his breathing be like this? It was like the pulling speed of the bellows in his hand, which was synchronized. This one...... Ouyang Luo's thoughts spun rapidly.

Lu Ming casually threw the sledgehammer aside, replaced it with a smaller ten-pound hammer, and continued to beat.

"This ...... What is this doing? He has already smashed more than half of the iron ingots! However, seeing that he is sweating profusely and his face is pale like that, he will definitely not be able to hold on to smashing Xingchen Steel indiscriminately, and it will not be too wasteful to save a piece of Xingchen Steel. ”

Uncle Sha frowned, the tea has been changed a few times, but the young master still hasn't stopped, he has been smashing the iron ingot, could it be that he wants to vent the grievances in his heart that happened to the Lu family today?

"It's over, Xingchen Steel and Hematite are also thrown on the oven, this is the real loser!" Uncle Sha felt half cold in his heart. The corners of the other guys' mouths twitched.

"Master, this guy has been smashing for an hour, and he hasn't stopped. ”

Jin Peng rubbed his bald head and whispered, he didn't understand anything in his heart, looking at this loser sweating profusely, his clothes were already soaked, and he was dried by the fire and then soaked with sweat, and his originally pale face was now not seen at all, like a blank piece of paper, it seems that he will definitely not have the strength to smash it again next time, but he has been smashing, what kind of strength is this?

Uncle Sha was completely speechless at this time, this waste wood can be smashed until now, it is not too wasteful, if you follow me for 20 years, maybe you can really become a better blacksmith.

The sweat on Lu Ming's forehead fell on the iron embryo that mixed the three materials together, making a 'snort' sound, and the iron hammer in his hand had been replaced by a three-pound small hammer, which was constantly smashing down, and the true qi in his body had been circulating rapidly, otherwise with his own body, how could he still have the strength to forge?

Forging! The first thing to pay attention to is forging, manufacturing, and nothing more than appearance.

If the impurities in the iron ingots and other materials cannot be forged to the maximum extent, even if the final sword is made, its quality will be in vain, and it will not be able to touch the good characters at all.

Snort!

Lu Ming threw the sword embryo that was forged into a long strip into the sandbox beside him, and watched the high-temperature sword embryo melt the various minerals contained in the sandbox, emitting light blue smoke, before he picked up the sword embryo and forged it again.

"This is ......" Uncle Sha stood up suddenly, seeing the sword embryo that was shrinking rapidly in Lu Ming's hand, the pupil who was originally full of disdain shrank rapidly for the first time, "This is actually forging! Real forging! Although it is only a degree of forging, only a real blacksmith can do it!"

Uncle Sha really doesn't know how to describe what he sees in his eyes, he thinks it's very unreal, it's ridiculous!

Jin Peng, who has been with me for ten years, has achieved the best result of forging a good sword in seven days, and this loser actually took less than two hours?

Moreover, when I was an apprentice, it took me a month to forge a good sword, so that the master drank wine for three days, and when I was drunk, there was only one sentence in my mouth, "I finally have a successor!"

"You know, the first forging and the second forging are completely sublimation in quality!" Uncle Sha shook his head speechlessly: "The ultimate I can do now is the best sword forged by the five, which is second to none in Tiandu City." But I've been a blacksmith for thirty years, since I was eight years old!"

Snort!

Seeing that Lu Ming actually buried the sword embryo in the sand box again, Uncle Sha was so frightened that he jumped up directly, and the forged sword embryo was buried in the sand box again and quenched, and all kinds of rare minerals would be attached to the outside again, so it had to be forged again, otherwise this sword embryo would be scrapped, but how could the second forging be so easy......? Oh my God, this waste wood, no! Loser, no! How could the young master do this?"

My goal is to forge ten! Even if a master forging with supreme skills does not have a thousand tempers, he will not be able to achieve a good sword. Lu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hammer in his hand kept smashing, knocking and beating like a whirlwind, but with his current realm, he could only forge the sword embryo ten times at a time.

When I was in the innate realm, I created a hundred forged good swords, but it made the collection world completely crazy once, but unfortunately, they didn't understand the true meaning of the sword, only looked at the shape and gorgeousness of the sword, Lu Ming really felt that he was playing the piano to the cow at that time.

Shaking his head secretly, Lu Ming struck the iron while controlling his true qi and couldn't help but fill it into the sword marks, and then poured it back, through the iron hammer in his hand through the meridians, smashed into the sword embryo, and input the sword intent contained in the sword qi into the sword, and then withdrew it into the body. Finish the cycle again and again.

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