Commanding Wind and Cloud

Thirty-five catties of hammer, this little soldier actually said it was light? Did he think he was fighting with a hammer? Kill the enemy all at once? This is blacksmithing! Strike the iron! You have to hit the pig iron continuously one after another.

Flanlin shook his head and sighed, patting his shoulders vigorously: "Young man, it seems that you have never blacksmithed before. You should go. I want to recruit experienced blacksmiths."

"Boss." Ke Jin stood where he was, and pointed to the one-hundred-pound hammer in Flanlin's hand: "I want to borrow your hammer to forge iron."

"What?" Flanlin looked up at Mo Jin, wondering if there was something wrong with his hearing. The young man opened his mouth to use his hammer?

The blacksmiths around them also forgot to laugh for a while. Since the establishment of Flanlin's blacksmith shop, students from Oakland College have come to apply every year. There are almost all kinds of people, but no one has ever chosen Flanlin's hammer.

Huge hammer head, heavy hammer shaft, as long as you are not a fool, you will know that the weight is not small when you see such a hammer.

"Boy, are you angry at being laughed at by us? Then you don't need to choose such a heavy hammer to save face?"

The blacksmiths, who had recovered from their astonishment, set off louder laughter than any previous round of laughter.

"Let me try it." The enthusiasm was still the same indifferent expression.

Flanlin shook his head with a wry smile. Young people these days are less and less aware of the size of the outside world. He smiled and handed out the hammer and said, "It's very heavy. Be careful not to hit your feet. It's better to hold it with two hands."

Mo Jin shook his head with a smile, insisted on reaching out his right hand to catch the hammer, and said the same thing: "Let me try."

Flanlin looked at this young man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and silently handed the hammer into his palm.

The hammer of a hundred catties was in his hand, and his energetic arm sank slightly, then stopped falling, and held it firmly in his hand.

"oh……"

Surprised murmurs sounded from the crowd, and a few people even gasped for air. The smiles on the faces of the blacksmiths who were waiting to see the embarrassing enthusiasm froze in an instant, and the initial expectations turned into nothing.

He vigorously weighed the hammer in his hand, it was about one hundred and ten catties, which was much lighter than the hammer in that virtual game [Endless World]. Although it was still a little heavy in his hand, it was still easy to use, and it was better than the thirty catty hammer.

Flanlin was a little surprised. Only he could use this heavy hammer in the entire blacksmith shop. Didn't expect the young man to hold it in his hand, and it didn't seem to be difficult? With such power, not many fighters in Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors can do it. Could it be that he used his strength? I don't know what level of fighter this young man is?

Gan Jin picked up the iron tongs next to the anvil with his left hand, picked up the fiery red iron embryo, and gently placed it on the iron felt. The hundred-jin-heavy hammer in his right hand suddenly lifted up, and the rapid falling speed set off a "huh" sound of wind, which sounded like a gust of wind blowing out of thin air.

Clang!

The hammer and the iron embryo collided together, scorching hot sparks flew in all directions like gorgeous fireworks, and the sound of metal colliding was more like a thunderbolt out of thin air.

The smiling faces of the blacksmiths around them had already froze. The moment they saw this scene, they opened their mouths in surprise almost at the same time. Is this kid from a family of blacksmiths? The hammer just now couldn't be hit by a random blacksmith!

He didn't care about the reactions of the people around him. The hammer that fell in his hand had already been raised again, and the force of the wind mingled with it, hitting the iron embryo placed on the anvil again.

There was another ear-piercing sound of metal crashing, and Flanlin's eyes, which were only admiring at first, suddenly became more surprised.

This is? Fralin felt his younger brother Francie's elbow hitting him, looked up, and found that Francie's eyes were also full of doubts and surprises.

Like warriors and magicians, the world of blacksmiths also has its own level. Most blacksmiths usually spend their entire lives as blacksmith apprentices like other blacksmiths in the yard.

But when the blacksmith's level reaches a certain level, after a certain assessment and measurement, he can become a first-class blacksmith!

After leaving the blacksmith apprentice and becoming a first-class blacksmith, this status is immediately different. The quality of the weapons and armor cast is completely different from the blacksmith apprentice!

Both Franlin and Francie are first-class blacksmiths, and they are almost the most famous blacksmiths in the entire city of Auckland. Their vision is also many times higher than that of other blacksmith apprentices.

Flanlin was convinced that in the two hammer strikes just now, no matter the height of the raised hammer or the line when it fell, there was no change at all. It was as if an action was played twice with the rumored photo-taking magic.

Three times... Five times... Ten times... Thirty times...

The backyard of the blacksmith's shop fell into unprecedented silence. Although the blacksmith apprentices couldn't see the level of their ability to work hard, they could also see that they were well-organized and definitely not newbies.

Flanlin kept gasping for breath through the gap between his teeth, and his eyeballs grew from their original normal size to double their usual size. The gazes of admiration turned into astonishment, which had already completely turned into shock!

Francie's Adam's apple was wriggling up and down, and her eyeballs were also widened to the maximum.

Fifty blows of forging, hammer blows of the same height and speed, the precise route seems to have a well-defined trajectory, and the sparks that bloom with each blow are so gorgeous and brilliant, matching the unique stable rhythm...

"This is..." Franlin looked at his younger brother Francie with a questioning tone: "First-class blacksmith?"

Francie nodded subconsciously in astonishment, guessing in her heart that the enthusiasm in front of her was really a student of Auckland Academy of Wizardry and Warriors? Are you sure you're not a blacksmith from a family of blacksmiths? How old is this kid? Just like warriors and magic, blacksmiths need talent! With the strength of a first-class blacksmith at such a young age, what kind of fighter are you going to do? Be a blacksmith! It must have a brilliant future!

One hundred hammers... one hundred and fifty hammers...

Vigorously beat the ever-shrinking iron embryo as if tirelessly, and the clothes on his body were soaked in sweat, as if the whole person fell into a water tank and was fished out.

Two hundred hammers!

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