When most of the incense burned out, Song Cheng and Song Shan were tired and panting, sweating profusely, and most of the impurities in the pig iron ore had been removed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this case, the removal of impurities is more difficult, although the surface of the pig iron has appeared quite bright, and there are still a lot of impurities in the core, although the two of them know, but they are also powerless to get rid of it.

The two of them glanced at Fang Yun from time to time, and they both bet that Fang Yun was not as good as themselves at all.

Fang Yun didn't notice the gaze of the two, and the whole person had already fallen into contemplation, as if he had been immersed in his own world.

And the piece of pig iron ore has been beaten repeatedly and put into the oven many times, and at this moment it seems to have undergone a subtle change, appearing much softer, and the surface is full of black impurities.

There was still a quarter of an hour left before a stick of incense burned out, and Jiao Zan said, "The last quarter of an hour!"

Fang Yun, who had been pondering, suddenly took out the pig iron ore and put it on the cutting board, and the hammer gently struck and dragged it, making it the "grinding" trick that Jiao Zan had just demonstrated.

"Hmm, this is ......" The senior brother who had been holding his arms suddenly frowned.

Wang Baobao also raised his eyebrows in surprise, glanced at the master, and saw Jiao Zan sitting on the chair with his back slightly straight, looking at Fang Yun tightly, looking a little concerned.

After the word "grind" was used for a while, Fang Yun's hammer fell and changed to the word "turn", and he turned it around, as if he was massaging this piece of pig iron ore, and the force was still very gentle, as if it would hurt this piece of pig iron ore.

At this time, the senior brother showed a hint of surprise on his face, and there was no longer the slightest disdain between his eyebrows, staring closely at Fang Yun's every move.

Master Jiao Zan nodded slightly, and the two fingers of his right hand hammered on the pulse of his left hand, as if he was cooperating with Fang Yun's rhythm, and seemed to be savoring the opponent's hammer method, occasionally frowning slightly, as if he was a little sorry that the opponent's cloud hammer method was not in place.

As for the group of C-class miscellaneous servants, their mouths opened slightly, looking at this scene and feeling incredible, they couldn't understand Fang Yun's hammer method at all, it was somewhat similar to Master Jiao Zhan's hammer method, but it was a set of its own, it could only be said that it was very suitable for Fang Yun, but it was completely unsuitable for another person.

Every hammer blow of the jingle is like a piece of music, and it sounds so harmonious, and every wave of the stretched arms is like a dance, so pleasing to the eye, without the slightest dissonance.

Song Cheng and Song Shan had completely stopped, looking at Fang Yun dumbfounded, wondering if he was striking iron or dancing?

They had never seen such a way of striking iron!

At this time, Fang Yun's iron-striking reached the final stage, and finally the frequency of swinging the hammer gradually increased, and the strength gradually increased, the sound of ping-pong was not loud compared to the Song brothers, but the rhythm was clear, and the sound size was also balanced, obviously Fang Yun's control was better than the two.

Until the incense was about to burn out, Fang Yun's breath gradually became disordered, and the hammer was not very stable, but all the impurities on the surface of the pig iron ore had fallen off, revealing a dark luster.

"The hour is up!" finally Jiao Chan spoke, and the incense candles over there happened to be burned out.

The miscellaneous servants held their breath, their eyes fell on the three of them tightly, not knowing how Jiao Zan would judge.

I heard Jiao Zan say: "The purity of refined iron will affect the hardness and toughness of refined iron. ”

He got up, walked to the Song brothers' fine iron with a spirit sword, and slashed down with a sword, and heard a clatter, Song Cheng's piece of fine iron burst open, revealing the rough section inside, and there were a lot of gray impurities at the core.

Seeing this result, Song Cheng's face darkened, the result was obvious, his refined iron was relatively brittle and hard, and it could collapse with a sword, and there were still a lot of impurities in the core.

"Song Cheng's refined iron purity is fifty percent, which can only barely qualify in the sect's handover task, but in my case, it is not qualified!" Jiao Zan said coldly.

Walking to Song Shan, a sword fell, and there was a clatter, and Song Shan's piece even shattered into three pieces, and the core impurities were even more than Song Chenglai's.

"Song Shan's purity of refined iron is forty percent, which is not enough in the sect!"

Song Shan's face turned gray and lowered his head in shame.

Without even looking at it, Jiao Zan walked up to Fang Yun and raised his spirit sword high.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the fine iron in front of Fang Yun, and they all wanted to know what quality Fang Yun's piece of fine iron was split, and for a while, the room was so quiet that it seemed that they could hear the sound of falling needles.

With a slash of the sword, Fang Yun's refined iron was evenly divided into two pieces, only making a snapping sound.

The whole section is quite smooth, except for an area about the size of a copper coin at the core, which is a faint light gray, and obviously the content of impurities is very small.

The result is clear at a glance, and everyone can see who is better!

For a while, everyone looked at Fang Yun, their eyes were quite complicated, no one thought that Fang Yun was thin and his strength was not as great as that of the Song brothers, how did he do it?

For Fang Yunna's initial contemplation, the crucible was repeatedly put into the oven, the iron hammer was repeatedly forged, and finally a series of iron-striking techniques were quite confused, and he didn't know what effect it played.

"Fang Yun's purity of refined iron is sixty percent five, which is already a good quality in the sect, and of course it is also a qualified quality in my place. Jiao Zan looked at Fang Yun and said with a slight smile: "It's a pity that you suffer from the fact that you are weak in people, and your physical strength is exhausted in the final stage of iron striking, otherwise the quality of this refined iron can be improved by one percent!"

Fang Yun bowed his hand to show his gratitude for Jiao Zhan's praise, and the whole person stood there without being humble or arrogant, and he was not shocked by honor or disgrace, such a demeanor fell in Jiao Zhan's eyes, which made his evaluation in his heart much higher.

"Fang Yun, tell me, why did you have to ponder for a long time before striking iron, why did the crucible have to be repeatedly fed into the oven and beaten repeatedly?" Jiao Zan looked at him expectantly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fang Yun opened his mouth without making the slightest sound.

Jiao Zan suddenly said: "Forget that you can't speak, in this way, you can briefly write down what you think in your heart." "Command someone to fetch pen and ink.

Fang Yun took the pen and wrote down a few lines of words, handed them to him, Jiao Zan read while reading: "The disciple thinks that the removal of impurities in pig iron depends on different pig iron, different pig iron has different vein textures, and the amount of impurities contained in it is not the same as the place where it is hidden, so before starting to strike iron, you must melt it while beating it, and judge the situation of impurities through the change of color and feel!"