Changning reluctantly took the forging hammer, took two steps back, and stopped retreating in the third step, and when he looked up again, Uncle Zhan Lu was already gone.

The forging hammer is one lap smaller than the hammer he usually uses to strike iron, but it weighs hundreds of catties. If it weren't for Changning's usual work of moving rocks over mountains and mountains for a play, his body and bones would have a very good foundation, and the hammer he threw over was enough to kill him.

This may be the test of entry, Changning thought.

The fire eye that Uncle Zhan Lu was referring to was far away from the furnace core, and he had to climb up and down for a long distance during this time. Dragging such a heavy object of more than 100 catties, when he finally moved to the edge of the fire eye, Changning was already sweating profusely, and his palms and forearms were faintly sore.

The fire in this place is peaceful and stable, but it is also hot, Changning, who was already covered in sweat, just stood on the side, he felt that it was stuffy, and the sweat was even more gurgling.

Compared to the blacksmith shop in the village, it is not a level at all.

On top of the stone anvil, there is a piece of material about the same length and width as the arm, which looks like iron, but it is just an untempered blank, and it is already cold and shining, and the touch is as smooth as jade, where is the appearance of mortal things?

Slightly recalled the appearance of the long sword he had seen, and recalled the process of watching the old blacksmith in the village when he was a helper, Changning took a deep breath, summoned up the strength of his whole body, raised the forging hammer high above his head, and then smashed it down with all his strength, the blank slammed loudly, and the sound continued to echo in the empty mountain, listening to it was like a stacked wave, wave after wave, and it took a long time to calm down.

Changning's attention was all on the forging hammer in his hand and the blank in front of him, so he naturally wouldn't notice that with the fall of the forging hammer, the sword intent that was originally scattered and wandering freely in the mountain was undetectably stagnant, and when he started wandering again, there was a vague meaning centered on the blank.

Strike while the iron is hot. Changning Ning calmed his breath, adjusted his breathing, and compared with the rhythm of watching Zhan Lu striking iron, he mobilized his whole body strength, picked up and fell with a hammer. When he hammered more than a dozen times, Changning still felt full of energy, and used the breathing method taught by his father to regulate his breathing, and he could also adjust the turbulent qi before the next hammer.

Only a few dozen hammers away, the breath was already weak. He tried to adjust constantly, but the force of the shock from the blank always subtly recoiled at the most critical moment of his next blow.

If you have to say it, it is not so much that Changning is beating the blank with the forging hammer in his hand, but that the blank is also hammering Changning's body through some mysterious and mysterious way, with the sword intent in the leylines and mountains!

Even though the current Changning doesn't understand the mystery of this, he can still feel it through the feedback of his body, if this layer of backlash is superimposed with his own strength, I am afraid that not to mention a thousand hammers, only half of the amount is enough for his muscles and bones to crack and turn into a puddle of flesh.

Hundred hammers. It is completely stubborn that supports Changning. No matter how gentle a person is, he will have a temper, and Changning has been evaluated as well-behaved since he was a child, but this does not mean that he is weak. In particular, this kind of hard-nosed confrontation not only shocked him with turmoil in his five hearts, but also aroused his hidden hardness momentum.

It's just that this momentum is bound to not last long, and Changning can feel that whether it is physical strength or spirit, he is already approaching the limit.

Stop for a moment. Just stop for a moment. It's good to take a break and get back on with it. Such thoughts popped into his mind.

And once this thought arises, it is like a demon constantly echoing in Changning's mind.

Mechanically repeating the action, each time with more effort than the last, while withstanding more shocks.

He could already feel tiny cracks in his bones.

And the sweat flowing from the pores was already mixed with red blood beads.

The murmur in the ghost of Hades became clearer and clearer.

Anyway, there is no one in the mountain, and no one can see that they are lazy.

Anyway, the sunset is far away, so only delaying this will not hinder.

He almost gave in to the impulse, dropped the hammer, lay down on the ground, gasped for breath, and did not care about anything, just a little rest.

However, he did not let go of the forging hammer in his hand after all.

The sword intent in the mountain became more and more fierce, and gradually there was a tendency to form a storm from end to end, and the eye of the storm was directly aimed at Changning and the blank.

Each hammer imitating Zhan Lu's appearance seemed to have its own will at this time, detached from Changning's thoughts, and guided Changning's hands and even all his body and mind to fight against these many demonic thoughts that were generated out of thin air.

He remembered the sentence quoted by the sword shrine to enter the heart, and the flow to the sea did not return.

He remembered the earth-shattering waves he saw when Ye Lan was drifting on the river.

When his father taught him the breathing method, he said that he could do it in one go.

The pulse of the earth pulsated, the river rushed, and the sword intent raged, passing through the blank that had been completely deformed, and also through Changning's small body.

The roar of the hammer and the blank reverberated in the mountain.

The thick fog shrouded in the winding path at the foot of Daoshan Mountain was washed away by this raging wave, gradually fading and dispersing.

Changning's chest agitated. His breathing unconsciously became long and powerful. The heartbeat, the pulsation of qi and blood, with the beating of the forging hammer, all merged under the same rhythm.

The sword intent that passed through Changning's body, and some of the fiery breath he inhaled with every breath was deposited forever and remained in his body.

"Nine Hundred and Ninety-Eight ......"

"Boom!"

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine ......"

"Boom!!"

"A thousand!"

With the last hammer, as if to spit out all his strength, Changning carried all his strength at all costs and blasted out towards the blank that could no longer be seen in its original appearance.

Huge resonances reverberate within the mountainside.

The swords on the sword platform seemed to whisper.

The sun faded its last rays, the crimson sunset was fleeting, and then the starry night seemed to calm down even the rushing river.

The forging hammer fell to the side, and Changning's body shook. He tried to stabilize his body, but finally he was overwhelmed and collapsed.

The tiredness weighed down like a waterfall that had fallen three thousand feet, dragging Changning, who was finally relieved, into the deepest dream.

Zhan Lu turned his back to the sky, took out a piece of this piece of sword intent that had returned to the mess, and with a pinch, it turned into a crimson elixir. With a flick of his fingers, the pill fell on Changning's eyebrows and then shattered, and the medicinal power turned into a silky invisible thread that shrouded Changning's body, rising and falling with Changning's long breathing.

He actually stood behind Changning all the time, watching this young man pull out the first hammer, the second hammer, and the last hammer.

Zhan Lu sighed and looked in a certain direction.

"Ghost old man, you threw over an interesting little guy......"

Zhan Lu pointed with his other hand, and drew out a handful of Xuanshui Cold Essence from the quenching pool and poured it on the stone anvil. There was a stabbing sound, the white mist dissipated, and a rough longsword lay there quietly.

In the thatched hut not far away, the ghost old man happily sucked a bowl of noodles, threw the empty bowl aside, and hiccuped contentedly.