Tang Hao's movements are getting faster and faster, the casting hammer hits the iron as usual, the iron continues to deform under the knocking of the casting hammer, what is surprising is that Tang Hao's beating position is extremely accurate, whenever the iron is beaten to half the original thickness and begins to become flat, the casting hammer in his hand will hit the edge of the iron, so that it flips, so that the iron is evenly bearing his hammer blow, rather than simply being smashed into a discus.

In an instant, the thirty-six hammers had been swung, and Tang Hao drove the casting hammer with both hands to rotate in the air for three consecutive weeks before the power on the hammer was dissolved, and the hammer stood up. His face was not red, and he was not panting, as if he had not made the blow before.

The whole piece of iron was a whole circle smaller between the thirty-six hammers, and it was difficult to see the impurities in it with the naked eye.

"This is the real blacksmith skill, what a beautiful hammer technique."

I talked to Tang San.

"Got it?" Tang Hao looked at Tang San, who was constantly pulling the bellows.

Tang San thought for a moment and said, "With the help of strength, I understand the truth." It doesn't seem simple, though. ”

Tang Hao said indifferently: "If you want to achieve my level, there is only one way, practice makes perfect." At the same time, you have to keep in mind that if you are striking a piece of ordinary metal, then, when it has the most impurities, it is also the most prone to breakage, at that time, when you are striking, the force will be smaller, and when its impurities gradually decrease, your strength can begin to gradually increase to maintain the effect of percussion. The key is the strength control. Practice slowly on your own. Don't blindly increase strength and speed, accuracy is equally important, at least you have to know where you will knock this hammer, otherwise, what is the use of great strength? ”

The casting hammer returned to Tang San's hand, and Tang Hao turned around and went out.

My father did not break his promise, he taught himself how to cast, and, judging from these things that my father taught himself, any industry has its own mysteries, and it is not so simple.

For the next half a month or so, Tang San practiced the casting method that Tang Hao had taught him every day, although he had the ability to control the crane and capture the dragon to assist in the control of the force, and the purple pole demon pupil to determine the position of his hammer, but this forging method was even more difficult to master than he imagined.

Since it is a full-force blow, it is difficult to control the power used by itself, and with the help of rebound force, it is even more difficult to control the balance of the body and hammer to the position you want to achieve. Without adding a single hammer, the control required will increase by a few points, and the constant rotation of the body will not only make the brain feel dizzy, but at the same time, the force of each hammer will be more difficult to control.

Fortunately, he had been hammering that piece of iron ore for a long time, and there were very few impurities in itself, and it was not so easy to shatter, otherwise, under his uncontrollable casting hammer, I am afraid it would have been shattered long ago.

However, in the process of this practice, Tang San's operation and application of Xuantian Gong, as well as the cooperation of controlling the crane and catching the dragon, the Xuanyu hand and the purple pole demon pupil, were all making subtle progress.

From the first day when he could only swing two hammers to deviate from his position, to today, half a month later, he can swing seven hammers in a row, hitting the iron block with unmistakable accuracy, and the progress is very obvious. At the same time, the iron is getting smaller and smaller under his full force, and it bears fruit every day.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the method of using the calf to exert force, with this method of exerting force, it greatly saves the consumption of Xuantian Gong, so that Tang San can have more time to pull the bellows and forge.

At the beginning, my father swung thirty-six hammers, and it seemed that he still had the strength to spare, but he only had seven hammers, and he didn't know when he would reach his father's level. Whenever Tang San thought of this, he was extremely motivated to practice.

These days, he seems to have forgotten about the martial soul and the soul ring, and even when he went to the top of the mountain in the early morning to cultivate the purple pole demon pupil, he was thinking about how the hammer should be wielded.

Three months passed quickly, when Tang San could swing the hammer and continue to launch thirteen blows, Tang Hao began to teach him how to forge tools, Tang Hao's teaching method was very direct, that is, he did it himself first, and then let Tang San do it again, as long as he saw that he was a little beginner, he let him practice by himself, and there was not too much verbal guidance. Only in critical places will a sentence or two be spoken.

It was precisely because of this that whenever Tang Hao gave advice, Tang San remembered it very clearly.

In the early morning, Tang San rushed back from the mountain to make breakfast refreshed, since these days, because he used the Purple Pole Demon Pupil every day, and continued to cultivate in the morning, the Purple Pole Demon Pupil had made a lot of progress compared to before, and his eyes could already see the subtle movements of mosquitoes flapping their wings within ten meters. If it weren't for Xuantian Gong's failure to break through the bottleneck, Tang San believed that his progress in other aspects would be even greater.

Forging a piece of fifty centimeters square of pig iron to the size of a fist, which originally seemed impossible, had already been completed by Tang San half a month ago. Tang Hao taught him the forging hammer method of using force, and he was also able to swing twenty-four hammers in a row, each hammer was accurate, including the control of power. Although Tang Hao had never praised him for anything, judging from his father's occasional satisfied gaze, Tang San knew that his hammer method could be regarded as a small achievement, and if he wanted to improve, he still had to rely on continuous practice.

He was about to enter the house, and he touched his wrist lightly, Tang San's face showed a smile of satisfaction, and on his wrist, he was carrying the first work after coming to this world, and it was a work that all the steps were completed by himself.

It was a sleeve arrow, in the original Tang Sect, the sleeve arrow was the most common hidden weapon, and the key to the production of the sleeve arrow was the strength of the machine and the sophistication of its own design. Like the Hidden Arrow made by Tang San, it is even with a safety device, and there is absolutely no possibility of accidental injury.

A set of sleeve arrows is generally composed of three arrows and a sleeve barrel, and the one Tang San is carrying now is no exception. And the material of this sleeve arrow is the piece of pig iron that he spent nearly 100 days hammering.

When Tang San completed the task given by Tang Hao and forged that piece of pig iron to the size of a fist, he was surprised to find that the pig iron that had originally had many impurities had turned into a piece of iron mother, a real iron mother.

In the previous life, let alone him, even if he was the best casting master in the Tang Sect, he would never have this method of forging ordinary pig iron into an iron mother. But in this world, it has become a reality. That's an incredible thing in itself. And the sleeve arrow that Tang San carried on his wrist was made from that piece of iron mother, and the manufacture of the sleeve arrow was completed, including three four-inch small arrows, which happened to use up all the iron mothers.

Tang San opened the door and saw me, I tilted my head slightly, staring at him with a pair of big bright eyes, reaching out to hug him.

Tang San picked me up and looked at me quietly.

After a while, Tang San put me down.

"You play by yourself first, my brother has something to do, you are obedient."

In this life, I tried everything I just wanted to have a good relationship with Tang San. After all, who doesn't want to have an older brother who is handsome and will become the dominant person in the divine realm in the later stage and especially spoil himself? But I also have to cultivate well, otherwise I won't live to become a god, but I can carry the knife for Tang San, and it doesn't seem like a loss to die like this. (Leave me alone, I'm just crazy here)

I won't abuse Tang San like those people in the same literature, he is my light, I am not qualified to abuse my main master, I just want to protect her well and make him happy, even if he forgets me...... (Crazy)

In terms of casting, Tang San is not good, far inferior to Tang Hao. In terms of making a clever secret weapon, let alone Tang Hao, I am afraid that there is no one in the entire Douluo Continent who can compare to him, a genius from the outside of the Tang Sect.

Ordinary Hidden Arrows generally have a range of about fifteen meters, but the Hidden Arrows made by Tang San can maintain an effective attack distance of thirty meters away.

The so-called effective attack distance is the straight-line distance after the Hidden Arrow is fired, that is, the distance that can maintain sufficient lethality.

Although Tang San's sleeve arrow was only three, it was extremely exquisitely made, each of which had three blood slots, if it weren't for the small number, he had also thought of putting a barb on the tip of the sleeve arrow. The small quadruple tail allows for an extremely smooth flight of the Hidden Arrow. The conical arrows have traces of spirals, and when the Hidden Arrow is fired, it will have a stronger penetrating power.

For the design and manufacture of hidden weapons, Tang San always pursues perfection, even if it is just an ordinary sleeve arrow.

Tang San knew that he was still young now, and Xuantian Gong had not been able to break through the bottleneck, if it was an ordinary person, he would not be afraid, but if he encountered a soul master who could use martial souls like Pixel Yuntao last time, his strength would be far from enough, but with this sleeve arrow, it was different, Tang San was confident, with it, as long as the strength was not too strong, he would have a way to deal with it.

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[Tangmen Xuantian Treasure Record, General Outline, Article 2, what is a hidden weapon, used in secret, and a special weapon to defeat the enemy is a hidden weapon. If the enemy knows that you are going to use it, then it is not a hidden weapon, but a bright weapon. 】

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Of course, Tang San would not let his hidden weapon become a bright weapon, and Tang Hao had never asked him what he had done with this piece of iron mother, so this sleeve arrow was a secret that belonged to him alone.

"Dad, Twilight, it's time to eat." Tang San shouted to the inside.

This sentence seems to be more kind than Yan'er, in the last life, who called me so affectionately? It seems like...... It's just my grandparents.

Surprisingly, Tang Hao, who would come out every day as soon as he heard about eating, did not appear today.

Tang San's heart suddenly tightened, could it be that his father was sick? He hurriedly ran into his father's room in three steps and two steps.

Tang Hao was not in the room, and it seemed that for the first time in the past few years, he had not slept lazy.

At this time, Tang Hao came back.

"Little San, what did you do in the morning?" Tang Hao asked lightly.

Tang San said: "I went out to exercise. Every morning I would go out for a run. "It's not a lie, he did go to 'exercise'.

"Hmm." Tang Hao didn't delve into it, and said lightly: "You don't have to practice casting today, pack up your things, and tomorrow Old Jack will take you and Yan'er to Notting City." ”

Tang San was stunned for a moment, "Notting City? What are you going to do? "The last time I went to Notting City was about a year ago, when Old Jack went into town to buy something, and took him to see and see by the way.

Tang Hao glanced at him and said, "Don't you want to learn the ability of the soul master?" Old Jack will take you to Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to be a work-study student. There you will learn what you want to learn. ”

Listening to his father's words, Tang San's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an indescribable sense of excitement hit his heart, Xuantian Gong's inability to break through had always been the biggest knot that had plagued him, and the soul master's soul ring was obviously an opportunity.

"Dad, why did you change your mind?"

Tang Hao asked rhetorically: "Then do you go or not?" ”

Tang San said: "However, if I go, there will be no one to cook for you." At this time, he already understood that the reason why his father got up so early today was to go to find the village chief Jack.

Tang Hao said coldly: "Do I still need you to take care of me?" You just go. It's your own path. There is a place in the Holy Soul Village every year, and it is a waste not to use it. The casting method I have given you will allow you to work as an apprentice in any blacksmith shop in the city, and your tuition and food should be sufficient. Take care of Yan'er too. ”

Although Tang Hao said very coldly, Tang San's eyes were still hot, in the past few months, although Tang Hao's attitude towards him had not changed, but as Tang Hao taught him to cast, the tall and old man in front of him had given him more and more the feeling of a father. Of course, he wanted to learn about the soul master, but at this time, he was also a little reluctant to his father.

Tang Hao said: "I let you go to Nordin on conditions. Promise me your terms before you can go. ”

"I promise." Tang San said without hesitation.

Tang Hao frowned slightly, "Do you easily agree without even asking what my request is?" As a man, you must do what you promise, don't be a person who promises lightly. ”

Tang San said naturally: "No matter what Dad asks me to do, I will agree." Daddy must be for my good. ”

Tang Hao was slightly stunned, what Tang San said was very casual, but it was that natural trust that made his mood change slightly.

Yan'er also came over.

Good guy, do you finally remember that there is another me next to you?

"No matter how you cultivate your soul power in the future, I want you to promise me that you will not apply any soul ring to your hammer martial soul, and you will not even let anyone see its appearance. Don't let others know that you are twin spirits. Can you do it? There are also three children, protect Yan'er. ”

......

He also knows that I am also a twin martial spirit!

Tang San was stunned for a moment, "What about the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?" ”

Tang Hao said: "You can use and cultivate the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul at will, and it is no problem to apply any martial soul." Twin martial souls are not two martial souls need to rely on the soul ring to improve the soul power before they can continue to cultivate, as long as one martial soul has a soul ring, the bottleneck of soul power improvement will disappear. ”

"Yan'er, your other side flower is a little special. In the past hundred years, I haven't seen a soul master with the martial soul of the other side, you need to explore it yourself, I'm sorry, Dad couldn't give you a good childhood, couldn't help you. Don't blame your father, if you have something, you can find your brother, he will protect you, and you have to protect yourself, remember? ”

"Daddy......"

I understand that my father doesn't really love me, he has been secretly loving me all along.

Tang San choked up and said, "In other words, in the future, I will only use the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, right?" ”

Tang Hao nodded, "Unless your life is in danger, don't use that hammer." ”

"Okay, I promise you." Tang San nodded solemnly. For him, it is not a problem whether he cultivates martial soul or not, and what soul ring he uses, as long as he can find a way to break through the bottleneck of Xuantian Gong. His Tang Sect secret weapon does not need the assistance of a martial spirit.

In the eyes of others, maybe the Blue Silver Grass is just a waste martial spirit, but Tang San has never been depressed because of the Blue Silver Grass, the Tang Sect's secret weapon has been cultivated to a certain extent, and it is not empty words that flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, it is real. The Blue Silver Grass is condensed by soul power, that is, the internal force of Xuantian Gong, as long as the internal force is enough, it is almost an infinite secret weapon.

"Alright, let's eat." Tang Hao said.

The family is almost destitute, and we have nothing to prepare, just clean up his clothes with large and small patches.

However, he didn't listen to Tang Hao that day, he just cleaned up his things, and the sound of forging still echoed in his room. In order to be able to create all kinds of secret weapons in the future, Tang San understood that everything could only rely on himself, and the casting technique taught by his father was absolutely necessary to practice diligently. When the hidden weapon stunt is not cultivated to the peak, the quality of the hidden weapon itself plays a decisive role. Especially a super secret weapon of the level of Buddha Fury Tang Lian is so precise that not a single cent can be wrong.

This day has passed extraordinarily long, and it is also the first time since we came to this world that we have been restless, for the outside world, he has expectations, and I also want to take a look at the real Douluo Continent. Whether it is in the Tang Gate or in the Holy Soul Village, we have no experience of training outside, and in this regard, we are really no different from children. We have been wondering, what kind of excitement can the outside world bring to us?

After dinner, Tang Hao threw down a sentence and went out to drink, which seemed to be no different from usual. He told us not to disturb him to sleep when we left tomorrow morning.

Early in the morning, Tang San sat on a big stone on the top of the mountain, holding a leaf in his hand, his eyes were purple, I don't know if it was because his body was a little stronger than before recently, the progress of the Purple Pole Demon Pupil was very fast, and on the leaves in his hand, even the tiniest lines could be clearly observed. He knew that his Purple Pole Demon Pupil had already begun to enter the subtle realm.

I've been beside Tang San all the time, and this is what I agreed to when I said I wanted to cultivate with him today. I don't know why, in this life, by his side, I feel safe. Don't be empty around you, helpless.

As for why I cultivated with Tang San, because I really didn't want to know anything by myself, my mind was empty, and I would find death by myself when the time came. But why did Tang San teach me? I don't understand this, Tang San should know whether he should know whether he should or not, why is this?