Douluo Dalu

Chapter 206—Flying God's Claws (Part 1)

Tang San thought about it and nodded. "That's okay. In fact, there is nothing to keep secret. Some things are not what you want to learn." How famous is the Tangmen hidden weapon, how can it not be copied, but in Tang In the world of three, Tangmen stood for hundreds of years, but there has never been any counterfeit weapon that can surpass Tangmen. An ordinary Tangmen's hidden weapon manufacturing technician needs ten years to cultivate. Tang San has a very high talent in this respect. After more than 20 years of continuous research and production, he has reached the level of masters of machine-made hidden weapons. It is almost impossible to fake.

Ning Rongrong said: "This is even better. You don't have to go back first. To be honest, I am really afraid that my father will not let me out after going back. It just happens that I don't have to train any more during this time. I can also have fun. Little dance, you said where do we go to play? Tang San, do you want to go together?"

Tang San frowned: "The teacher is letting everyone practice the soul. Rong Rong, have you forgotten?"

Ning Rongrong spit out his tongue and smiled and said: "Nothing, I don't always go to play. Now, among us, Shrek's seven strangers, my soul is the weakest. I know that I work hard. But I always want to relax. Work and rest."

The little dance nodded and said: "There is also reason for Rong Rong to say, Xiao San, do you want to go out with us."

Tang San shook his head and said: "Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do. Go on. Pay attention to safety." After that, he hurriedly said that the feeling in the girls' dormitory was always a bit weird.

What have you been doing in the past two months? Tang San has already thought about it on the way back.

Through the distress of the last Star Forest, Tang San felt more and more of his own strength. Although there are eight spider spears, he has great advantages in the same level of soul teachers, but once there is a gap in the level, this advantage will disappear.

The soul teacher within the 40th grade, Tang San basically has the confidence to win. More than forty levels depends on the category and attributes of the opponent's soul teacher.

If it happens that the property can restrain the opponent, he believes that he is not without a fight. But if you are restrained by your opponent, it is almost impossible to win.

The stove that Tang San bought last time from the blacksmith shop had already been sent to Shrek College. Before returning today, he passed the blacksmith shop and he also ordered a batch of metal. The fighting spirit made him gain more than 5,000 gold coins. Buying some good metal is no problem.

Coupled with the metal he bought last time, he is ready to add some armed power to himself in these two months. At the same time, strengthen the practice of the hidden weapon technique.

Insufficient internal force makes many Tangmen's exquisite inner door hidden devices unable to exert their power. Therefore, Tang San still has to work **** the machine that he is best at.

Although Shrek College is simple, but the place is not small, plus the number of teachers and students is small, Tang San asked Flanders for a vacant use when the stove was shipped. Of course, the rent is indispensable.

From the small dance and Ning Rongrong's dormitory, Tang San came directly to this house. The building is simple and the rock is piled up. Although not very regular, it is very strong and durable. This is the most common way to build ordinary civilians.

The room is not big, there are nearly 30 square meters. Casting furnaces, calcining furnaces, anvils that are pounding, and casting hammers are all available. It was just because there was no use for a while, it was a little rusty.

In the corner of the house, a lot of charcoal and various pieces of metal are piled up. Most of them are not processed.

Tang San simply cleaned up the room. When he held the casting hammer, the familiar feeling came to life. In my mind, I can't help but recall the way my father taught himself to cast.

Although Tang Yan did not teach Tang San to be too long, it was the time when Tang San was born and was closest to his father. For each sentence Tang Zhen said in the period of time, Tang San’s memory is extremely profound.

"The gods are not using the iron to create the artifact of the blacksmith, but using the iron to create the artifact." Tang San muttered the father's words, the hand casting hammer with the calf force, has been smashed.

Without any goal, with the whistling wind, the casting hammer danced in the room with the hands of Tang San. Each hammer is filled with internal forces. The half turn of the body and the connection between the hammers are all just right.

The internal force and the changes in the body made Tang San more comfortable when he applied this chaotic tambourine method. Although there was no target of hammering, the feeling of venting that dripped him gave him a very comfortable feeling.

Tang has only stopped a full nine-nine-one hammer, and Tang Sancai stopped. The whole body clothes have been soaked in sweat. It’s so happy, it’s so happy. Tang San sent the casting hammer to himself, and his mind constantly appeared in his mind when he was learning to cast memories in Tangmen and Tang Yan.

Thirteen years old means that he has come to the world for thirteen years. In this new world, I have gotten a lot of things I have never had before. Family, friendship, martial arts, soul skills, all of this has been fully integrated into his soul.

Tang San’s body flashed and he had already come to the place where the metal was piled up. The casting hammer was knocked on a piece of fine iron with a diameter of more than half a meter. The fine iron that suddenly trembled was slightly tilted, and the toes were pointed out at the right time. A fine iron with a weight of nearly a hundred pounds has been picked up by him.

The left hand explores the fine iron into the mastery, Tangmen, the brand that can never be forgotten, I will let you shine in this new world.

The fine iron is placed on the casting furnace, and Tang San skillfully stacks charcoal, ignites and pulls the bellows.

Full of rhythm, the powerful bellows began to echo in the stone house. It was only a while, the red flame came up and the foundry began to recover its function.

Tang San has never forgotten his father's words. He also understands why his father would say that using the iron to cast artifacts is the true meaning of the gods. That is not just skill, but more importantly, firm perseverance.

Ordinary iron, if it is forged for tens of thousands of times, it will become the king of iron.

Tangmen’s requirements for the hidden weapon he made were extremely strict. As a leader who once made the machine, Tang San’s requirements for his work were more stringent. He will never let himself fall into a crisis because of the quality of the hidden weapon.

The redness of the fine iron is like a huge ruby, and only when it is completely red, can you see the impurities contained in it.

The casting hammer jumped into the hands of Tang San, and the dance that belonged to it began.

When, when, when, when..., the rhythm and rhythm of the percussion came out of the stone house. Tang San began his casting.

From this day on, in addition to eating, Tang San did not even go back to sleep in his dormitory. Every day, I kept repeating the casting. When I was tired, I sat down and practiced the soul. When my energy recovered, I continued to work.

No one knows what Tang San is making, even the master is not clear. But the master never went to his casting room to find him, it was complete trust. The master believes that Tang San will never ruin his cultivation because of casting.

The only thing that has entered the casting room is a little dance.

The little dance went to the casting room every day. She didn't bother Tang San. She just silently put the clean clothes aside, and put the cleaned water and some peeled and nucleated fruits there, and quietly quit.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk to Tang San, just because she has never seen Tang San’s sleepless nights to do one thing since she met Tang San.

Tang San's body is full of metal taste, the whole person is the color of iron ash and coke.

For Tang San’s current situation, Xiao Wu was somewhat worried. Only when she went quietly into the casting room, she saw Tang San put on clean clothes and drank the water she had sent and the empty fruit plate. I will feel a little gratified.

Time passed by, and the percussion in the casting room just became more dense. Every day is still not bright, it starts to ring, until the night completely replaces the skylight, it will stop completely.

During this time, even if he went to the cafeteria to eat, Tang San appeared to be silent and always in a state of thinking.

For such a situation, Dai Mubai also looked for the master and Flanders, the master only said a word, do not bother him.

The dark blue gradually replaced the pure black, and the distant horizon, a golden silk gradually revealed the fascination, and dawn came again.

The door of the casting room opened, and a man came out from the inside, the unkempt hair, the face with iron ash, and the exposed body, full of stains but full of strong muscles.

It seems that he is stronger than before, and his height seems to have increased a bit. The faint purple meaning is hidden from the eyes, with a touching feeling.

Looking into the distance, looking at the east of the gold line gradually expanding, the purple gas in the eyes is growing.

Quietly raised his hands, as the fist tightened, his body-like steel muscles suddenly tightened, like a cheetah ready to go, full of strength and wild beauty.

"Forty-nine days, forty-nine days. I finally succeeded." Slowly spread the palm of his hand, a pair of round iron **** appeared in his grasp.