Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Then use it." Blake threw the hammer in front of Ke Jin, narrowing his eyes and staring carefully at the details of every movement he made.

Bending vigorously and holding the 400-jin hammer and lifting it, I immediately felt the weight, but it was not as heavy as imagined.

The Fengyun golden body greatly activated the blood rolling speed in Qianjin's body. Although there is no so-called long-distance running, daily training is 10,000 times more painful than long-distance running. All body functions have made great progress and development unconsciously, and the waist naturally straightened up.

A gleam of surprise flashed in Blake's slit eyes.

"Wait a minute." Blake turned his head and came to the hammer stand with his hands behind his back, searched left and right among the hammers, and proposed a hammer with a hammer head that was obviously bigger than the hammer in Qian Jin's hand: "You use this."

"Ah?" Enthusiastically stunned, he quickly took the hammer, his shoulders suddenly felt strained, and the strength immediately poured into his arms, and the 650-jin hammer became relaxed again.

Blake's eyes, which were already shining with confidence, once again jumped out of incomparable surprise: It turned out to be lighter again?

A smile flashed across Blake's old face, and he walked slowly to the forging furnace with a heavy hammer in his hand. Around the forging furnace, eight anvils were placed to surround the forging furnace, and eight iron embryos were thrown into the fire to heat.

After the roar of the dilapidated bellows was worse than a cough, Black quickly used iron tongs to throw eight red-hot iron embryos on each anvil respectively. The heavy hammer once again burst out like a meteor strike. The moment the first red iron embryo hit, brilliant and dazzling sparks burst out. At that moment, Black's people had already appeared in front of another anvil, and the heavy hammer was retracted and smashed with one stroke.

Ke Jin stared at Black's feet with wide eyes, trying to see how he moved, but couldn't see how he moved at all, so he couldn't help but pay more attention to Black's feet.

The sound of thunderous metal crashes continued in the blacksmith shop, and Black moved faster and faster.

Qi Jin gradually discovered that his visual ability could no longer keep up with Black's moving speed! Surrounding the small iron furnace, eight figures of Blake unexpectedly appeared! Every figure seems to have a false taste, making it impossible to see which one is the real him.

I don't believe it! Ke Jin squinted his eyes, no longer staring at Black's feet that couldn't see anything wrong, but staring at his whole body.

One hammer... ten hammers... a hundred hammers...

Black's eight figures gradually began to decrease, and his speed quickly returned to the original level. A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corners of his energetic lips. He thought that he could understand his movement just by staring at Black's feet. Unexpectedly, he needed to watch his whole body.

Just moving is not just the movement of the feet, it can be said that every muscle joint in the body is moving, and it is a very special movement, like a rapid muscle twitch.

Sucking up the heat flow beside the fire, he secretly speculated that such a weird way of movement could not only be used in forging, but if possible, it could also be used in battle to exert a very powerful combat power, right?

"Understood?" Black dropped the hammer in his hand, took out the cigarette pouch and looked at the drive.

"It seems to understand a little bit." Looking at Black suspiciously, he secretly guessed in his heart that the old man didn't even catch his breath during such a powerful exercise just now, let alone sweating. How did he do it?

"As a blacksmith, forging iron essences one by one and then forging fighters is just a low-level method." Black pointed to the eight iron essences that were still spinning on the anvil at high speed and said, "The temperature is different at every moment of the day. The iron essences are forged at different times, and there will naturally be differences in the period. This cannot be seen in the eyes of laymen, but it cannot escape the eyes of insiders."

Listening to Black's words enthusiastically, he solved a question that had puzzled him for a long time, why when forging the Saber Saber, there was always a feeling that the Saber Saber itself was not really one. It turned out that the problem appeared here! The iron essences forged at different times are actually different from each other, but it is difficult to find them.

The cigarette pouch that replaced the hammer in Blake's hand pointed to the iron spirits on the anvils and said, "Although these iron spirits did not appear at the same time, they are also iron spirits relatively close in time. Their fit is far better than things forged at different times."

He nodded with vigor and understanding.

"Now that you understand a little bit, then you know what to do." Black put his hands behind his back, like an old farmer walking in the field, walked back behind the door panel and curled up and squatted down.

"By the way! You can't use fighting strength." Blake curled up behind the door panel, puffing on his pipe: "When you are too tired to lift the hammer, when will you use fighting strength and use blacksmith breathing."

Smile bitterly, this way the difficulty has increased too much!

He withdrew all his vigor, and once again felt how heavy the thing he was carrying was. He walked to the stove step by step and raised the hammer high. He recalled in his mind the frequency of the high-speed shaking of the muscles of Black's whole body. He wanted to control the muscles of the body to shake, but found that doing so was actually not an easy task.

Not to mention shaking to the frequency of Black's muscles, even shaking the muscles of the whole body is not an easy task. Often when this muscle shakes, that muscle forgets to control it, causing the muscles to stop shaking.

One minute...ten minutes...half an hour...an hour...

Motivation has always been unable to control the muscles of the whole body, curled his lips and said secretly: If the whole body is not good, then the half body!

Half body, still not so easy to control! Mo Jin closed his eyes again and thought about the vibration frequency of Black's muscles, gradually analyzing the role and proportion of each muscle when moving at high speed, and finally found that there are still a few muscles, which should be relatively important sources of vibration.

"Try with these..." Mo Jin raised the hammer again and hit the iron embryo of the first anvil hard. His feet moved aside in conjunction with the shaking muscles of his body. The whole person seemed to teleport to the second anvil out of thin air. Before the hammer in his hand could swing, the coordination of the whole body was completely lost, and he fell heavily on the ground with a [plop] sound.

Motivated to lie on the ground, his face became hot for a while, recalling the feeling when he fell just now, as if he tripped himself while walking, obviously he made a lot of mistakes in his steps.

"This..." Motivatedly got up and patted the dirt on his body, looked at Black in the far corner with a gloating smile in his eyes, scratched his head awkwardly and smiled: "This is harder than the second hammer of [Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers]."

"The second hammer of [Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers]?" Black nodded in deep thought: "Okay, you continue to move like this, and use the second hammer of [Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers] when you release the hammer."

Momentum felt suddenly black in front of his eyes, and an urge to slap his mouth suddenly rose in his heart: what are you talking about at this time? I haven't learned a single move, and I have to add the second hammer of [Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers].

Things still need to be done, blacksmithing still needs to be practiced.

With the first fall, there will be the second fall, and naturally there will be the tenth, the hundredth...

Three hours passed, and Qi Jin began to wonder whether he was here to learn blacksmithing or to play somersaults. Every time he moved, he would definitely fall!

Four hours... For the first time, a smile appeared on Mo Jin's face. Although he didn't move as smoothly and neatly as Black, and he didn't even have the level of teleportation he did the first time, he finally stopped moving and fell down again.

"The player is motivated and has mastered the fur of [Myriad Shadows Mobile]."

A system prompt sounded in Gan Jin's ear.

Ten hours... fourteen hours... fifteen hours... sixteen hours...

One hammer... Two hammers... Ten hammers...

Without the assistance of fighting strength, it was simply a hammer blow of strength. Although the second hammer of [Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers] had made great progress compared to before, it still fell short of what Black recognized.

Motivation believes that if you use the second hammer of [Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers] under the situation of fighting strength, at least it will look better than the current one, but since Black is not allowed to use it, then don't use it!

The strength is gone... Doujin! The fighting spirit is gone... the breathing method of blacksmithing...

For sixteen hours, under the double pressure of the second hammer of [Shengfeng Eighteen Hammers] and the weird movement method of [Wanying Movement], every muscle in his body was shaking uncontrollably while lying on the ground vigorously. Although he really wanted to climb into the hot spring in the backyard, he found that he had no strength at all.

Black thought he was going to carry a sack, carried his energy on his shoulders and walked into the backyard, and threw it directly into the hot spring. The magic potion that dispelled fatigue crazily devoured the fatigue in his body.

Soaking in the water with enthusiasm, I kept thinking in my mind, after this exercise, my body was really stimulated! Originally, the [Fengyun Golden Body] has almost developed its full potential, but it has been greatly improved again! I really want to know, in such a basic situation, if he breaks through the demon warrior, will he soar into the sky?

"It's time for players to get motivated, leave the endless world..."

Mo Jin sat up from the ground, and found that something seemed to be missing in the clothes.

A powerful spiritual force echoed in the cave, attracting vigorous eyes.

Underworld! Wearing a quilt made of feathers, holding a black stone tightly with both hands, a trace of spiritual power extracted magical power from the black stone.

ps: New day, new battle, new monthly pass!