Huang Liang put the slashing beast back into the scabbard with satisfaction, bowed respectfully to Master Wang, and prepared to leave, after all, no matter how long he stayed, he would not get a good face, and it would only increase his embarrassment.

"Took my knife and helped me strike a hundred times. Master Wang's words froze Huang Liang, who was about to turn away, and subconsciously looked at the division commander.

The division commander obviously knew that there was such a play, and he had long crossed his hands on his chest, looking like he was watching a play.

"If you don't fight, you won't be able to use the weapons I forged in the future. Master Wang's voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the noisy forging hall.

Shrugging his shoulders, Huang Liang felt that it was better not to go against the most important profession of this era, a hundred strokes was nothing to his current physical fitness.

Huang Liang walked to the casting table and asked, "How to fight?"

Master Wang threw the sledgehammer in his hand to Huang Liang, then walked to the casting furnace, took the pliers to cut out a long metal cylinder, placed it on the special anvil, and said, "Every one of these hundred blows must be smashed with all your might. ”

Huang Liang nodded after hearing this, signaling that he knew, and did not ask whether the anvil below could withstand his own strength, and raised the sledgehammer to hammer hard at the red metal pillar that was caught by the king blacksmith.

One, two, three......

The more Huang Liang hit, the more surprised he became, because he originally thought that the anvil would not be able to withstand Huang Liang's strength, but he didn't expect the anvil to be stable, and the hammered metal pillar was not as easy to form as he imagined.

And the king blacksmith was also secretly surprised, the force transmitted back by the pliers in his hand shook his hands a little numb, no one knew better than him how strong his hands were, the perennial iron hands in the new era came, every time he hammered the iron tool made him feel that his hands were infused with an indescribable energy, until he was exhausted.

And Xingtian, who was aware of it, also came out at this time, secretly carefully observed the physical fitness of the blacksmith Wang, and said to Huang Liang with some surprise: "This blacksmith is a talent, and the skin and flesh of his hands seem to have been tempered to the point of perfection. ”

These words surprised Huang Liang, who really counted the number of hammer blows, he had eaten such good demon beast meat, experienced so many life and death tribulations, and the quenching of his body had just begun, and his bones had only been tempered by mistake.

With an idea in his mind, his mouth stopped counting, and then Huang Liang forgot where he counted, and suddenly Huang Liang, who had come back to his senses, couldn't drop the hammer.

Seeing Huang Liang stop, Blacksmith Wang didn't ask anything, and directly picked up some of the cooled metal pillars and threw them back into the furnace, waiting for the metal pillars to heat up again.

Huang Liang turned his head, looked at the division commander and asked, "Division, where did I count just now?"

"......" The division commander looked at Huang Liang, his face was speechless, and he said angrily: "You hammered it yourself, you ask me, why do I remember this." ”

Sure enough, there was no luxury for the people who ate melons, so Huang Liang turned to Blacksmith Wang and asked, "Master Wang, do you remember how many times I hammered just now?"

Master Wang didn't pay attention to Huang Liang at all, still staring at the furnace quietly, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward again, which was really head-wrenching.

A little helpless watched as the blacksmith Wang pincered the metal pillar in front of him again, and Huang Liang could only start from scratch and hammer the golden cylinder again.

Soon, while Huang Liang hammered hard, the iron pillar could not withstand Huang Liang's brute force, and was deformed by the hammer after hammer, flattened down, and gradually had the prototype of a sword.

Huang Liang, who was immersed in the rhythm of striking iron, didn't realize that Master Wang had clamped away the prototype of the cooled weapon from the anvil, and smashed it down again, the collision between the hammer and the anvil, the sound suddenly spread throughout the entire forging hall, followed by the unsustainable wooden hammer handle, the wood was directly shattered, and the hammer and the anvil collided and rose to the sky.

Master Wang threw the prototype of the sword into the water to cool down, and with his other hand, he easily grabbed the flying hammer and threw it on the ground at will.

didn't say anything, didn't even look at Huang Liang much, pinched out the prototype of the weapon from the water, nodded with a little satisfaction, and then looked up and said to Huang Liang, "You can go." ”

Huang Liang still held the broken wooden handle in his hand, and the eyes that most of the people in the entire forging hall attracted because of a loud noise, hearing the words of the blacksmith Wang, Huang Liang instantly smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and quickly got out of this somewhat embarrassing place.

"I said, why are you running so fast? The division commander ran out of the factory a little out of breath and complained to Huang Liang, who was leisurely admiring the new weapon at the door.

"I'm embarrassed, and if I don't leave, I can embarrass myself to death. Huang Liang rolled his eyes, he didn't even know how to complain about Blacksmith Wang's character, there were too many slots.

"In other words, teacher, your current physical fitness is not good, if you don't strengthen your tempering, you will eventually become the bottom in this era. Huang Liang looked at the division commander who was a little panting and said seriously.

The cooperation between the two is very harmonious, and even there is a little bit of a year-old friendship between the two, and Huang Liang doesn't want such a person who is barely a friend to be forced down the mountain because of his lack of strength.

Listening to Huang Liang's persuasion, the division commander couldn't help sighing, and said helplessly: "How can there be any time, there are so many things in the shelter, I won't be able to sleep well if I don't solve it, how can I have time to temper my body." ”

"How's the transfer?" Huang Liang chose to change the topic, this kind of thing is enough to say it once, how to choose is someone else's business, and he is not a virgin.

"It took three days to prepare, many facilities had to be abandoned, and it was time-consuming to find a car in the city that could fit so many people. The division commander replied, apparently the evacuation had already been decided.

"Then I'll try my best to train the death squad in these three days, mainly relying on strength, three days should be enough for them to get started." Huang Liang was a little unsure, and he was a little confused about the introduction of his body, but he was still very confident in the method of increasing his strength.

If you don't die, practice to die. If it hasn't fallen yet, go up desperately.

"Okay, I won't send you away, I'll continue to deal with business. The division commander waved goodbye and hurriedly walked to his office house.

Huang Liang watched the division commander leave, and began to discuss with Xingtian in his mind the magic of the strengthening of the body of the blacksmith Wang.

"I think it's because the way he struck iron belongs to the ancient forging method, inherited from the tempering method of the weapon forging master in ancient times, so he started with his hands?" Huang Liang guessed.

"There is such a possibility, but no matter how perfect the body of the hands is, it still can't generate a gang qi, and it can only be crushed by wild beasts and beaten by demon beasts. Xingtian was a little disdainful of Blacksmith Wang's tempering method.

"Others are blacksmiths, not warriors, and the main business is the point. Huang Liang was a little speechless, all Xingtian thought of was fighting.