Tang San nodded, the profession of blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable for him to build hidden weapons, "Dad, you are old, in a few years, when I am older, you will teach me to make kitchen utensils, and let me take over your work." "In the past, he did the work of precision secret weapon manufacturing, but he couldn't do the simplest forging.

Tang Hao was a little distracted, and muttered, "Blacksmith, it seems to be good." Pulling over a shabby chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily: "Little San, tell me what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith." ”

This Haotian Douluo really wanted Tang San to be an ordinary person at the beginning.

Tang San thought for a moment and said, "The blacksmith who can create an artifact should be the best blacksmith." He had heard from the people of the village that there was an artifact in this world, even though he didn't know what it was. But hanging a god word, it should be good to think about it. ”

A hint of mockery flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, "Artifact? Xiao San also knows the artifact. Tell me, what was the artifact made of? ”

Tang San didn't think about it, and said directly: "Of course, the best materials are used." ”

Tang Hao stretched out an index finger and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, and use high-grade materials to build artifacts, then you are not the best blacksmith, at most you are just a synthesizer." If you use mortal iron to create an artifact, you are a god craftsman. ”

Tang Hao's words do mean to pretend to be forced, which father will not pretend to be forced in front of his own children! After all, Tang Hao is just a layman, with joys, sorrows, and sorrows. They are not saints, and Tang San is not a saint. They're just laymen.

"Crafting an artifact out of mortal iron?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao with some surprise, on weekdays, Tang Hao rarely talked to him, and today was already the most. Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron lump with a width of fifty centimeters on the other side of the room, "I want to become a blacksmith and learn forging from me." Then, you use a hammer to forge it 10,000 times first. to be eligible. ”

It was a piece of mortal iron, and it contained many impurities, which was much worse than the one with the iron mother.

"Now, you can change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly. I'm ready to go back to sleep.

"Dad, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was crisp and calm, but it contained a bit of firmness. His success was not without reason, although there was an element of luck, it was inseparable from Tang San's own diligence.

Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise.

"Okay." As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and placed it directly on the stove next to the bellows, and as long as the charcoal fire was lit, it could be forged.

After doing this, Tang Hao went back to sleep.

Tang San was a determined person, otherwise, he would not be able to create a Buddha's anger Tang Lian with a single drawing.

Lighting the charcoal fire, pulling the bellows, he began his work. The whirring bellows sounded, and the flames came out of the charcoal furnace, scorching the big iron lump, although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao build farm tools, and he still knew the process. When the iron lump was gradually burned red, he dragged Tang Hao's usual hammer and put it on the ground, this kind of long-handled iron hammer was even a few points taller than his height, and it was impossible for ordinary five or six-year-old children to hold it, let alone wield it to forge.

But Tang San still picked it up, Xuantian Gong used his whole body, although he had not yet broken through the first weight, he also had the physical fitness to surpass the special forces.

"When one by one," the hammer collided with the iron lump, making a crisp sound, this was Tang San's first hammer blow, and it also kicked off the prelude to forging.

Inside, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned over, although he closed his eyes, there was still a little surprise on his face, and he muttered, "Can you actually afford to hold a hammer, is it born with divine power?" ”

Tianmu and Na'er appeared next to him.

"What is this? He is a son of luck who came into being, and his talent is beyond your imagination."

Tang Hao suddenly bowed, "Thank you, Rui Beast, for saving my wife"

Na'er smiled, she just used the Soul Gold to save Ah Yin's soul, she did this to get close to Tang Hao and invest in Tang San. There is cause and effect in this world. If you accept help, you will give it back.

When the sound of banging began to sound in the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao and Tang San's father and son began to repeat their ordinary life, but the difference was that from this day on, Tang Hao got another furnace in Tang San's room and asked him to forge the iron lump by himself.

He didn't point out Tang San's words, but from this day on, Tang Hao's wine was less, and the food at home was more.

Forging was definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regarded it as a tempering of his body. It's been eleven days, and he's been counting the numbers he forged, and if he wants to wield the hammer, he can't do it with the strength of his body, and he must have the assistance of Xuantian Gong.

All his strength is about enough to swing a hundred hammers, and whenever his power is exhausted, he sits cross-legged on the ground to recover, and as soon as his internal strength recovers, he immediately continues to beat. This is not only a physical exercise, repeated consumption and recovery, but also a good training for his Xuantian Gong and will.

It's a pity that the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian Gong is like an impregnable barrier, Tang San's cultivation is not hard, and his talent is enough, but he can't break through and enter the second level.

But his training was not in vain, although Xuantian Gong failed to break through, this internal force became more tenacious with his forging of the iron lump, and the recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before.

Eleven days had passed, and Tang San had already swung out more than eight thousand hammers, and the iron lump was constantly getting smaller. With the increase of physical exercise and food, his body became a little stronger, as if a special force was gradually injected into him, so that in the process of continuous forging, the consumption of internal force was gradually decreasing. And when all the internal forces are attached, the force also increases a lot.

When he smashed down a thousand hammers, the iron lump had already undergone a certain change, and although it was red from the charcoal fire, it was vaguely visible that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased a lot.

Tempered into steel, this word appeared in Tang San's mind, which also strengthened his determination to complete this ten thousand hammers. And it's very close to that goal. In words 20,000 years later, this piece of metal has reached a hundred forgings.

Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao, in his opinion, even if his son was born with divine power, it was impossible to hold out for more than three days.

The handle of the hammer is so rough in order to prevent slipping, and the constant swing and friction with the palm of the hand will inevitably bring great damage to the palm.

But he found that although Tang San was actually forging, his immature little hands didn't seem to have changed at all. Not even a single blister has ever been raised.

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Na'er: "Thank you to the author for adding a role to me"

Yu Hao's funeral: "Don't thank me, do you have a recommendation ticket?" ”

Na'er: "Yes, here you go." ”

Yu Hao's funeral: "OK, add a role to you." ”