I made the Dragon God in the game

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

Amidst the rhythmic knocking sounds, the two pieces of iron gradually took shape, and a brand-new hammer appeared in Fang Bai's hand with fresh fire.

Carrying a brand new steel hammer, Fang Bai threw the already somewhat deformed hammer aside.

Together with the new iron felts and iron pliers that have been replaced, all Fang Bai's forging tools have been successfully replaced.

"Iron is exchanged for steel, which can be regarded as exchanging shotgun for cannon."

Fang Bai was slightly excited when he saw the steel hammer being carried. Looking at the piece of armor next to him, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he was immediately ready to take action.

"You can give it a try."

Fang Bai thought for a moment and then spoke out.

After saying that, he immediately picked up a piece of iron armor and put it on the stove to calcine. When it turned red, he took it out and forged it.

The soft iron changes shape wantonly under the steel hammer. Under forging, impurities begin to be removed, and the carbon content is reduced little by little. With the two folding and forgings, the dark iron gradually blooms with a silver glow.

In the past, he would stop forging at this time and start drilling holes, but this time Fang Bai did not stop. After completing the second folding and forging, he folded it again. He wanted to fold it a third time!

However, the hammer fell.

Pong!

There was an obviously strange dull explosion, and the hammer in Fang Bai's hand was raised high, but it never came down.

“Every folding of iron is a round of forging, and every folding and forging of iron is close to a rebirth.

A piece of soft iron often only needs two folds to transform into a high-strength, high-toughness steel.

Because each round of forging usually takes more than fifty forgings and less than one hundred forgings, there is also a saying that steel can be made into steel by a hundred forgings. This is why common blacksmiths often fold and forge twice.

If you think about it carefully, do all the blacksmiths you see when you go out fold and forge them twice?

"And within our forging industry, this is also called two refinements."

Fang Bai recalled his father's story when he was forging a sword eleven years ago.

"Two refinements are the most basic and simple. There is no difficulty or skill. Even if you build them randomly, as long as you explore for a while, it will not be a big problem to "turn into steel".

The real difficulty starts from the third level. At this level, even one wrong strike will be fatal. Only after reaching the third level can one be called a blacksmith. Otherwise, he is just a blacksmith. You see. , This piece of iron is useless. "

Just like what his father said about forging swords with iron bars, Fang Bai recalled this sentence when he heard the sound of the hammer, which seemed to have happened before, and he understood.

This piece of armor is useless.

"Why is it abolished? In ancient times, it may be very mysterious, but it can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, so I won't tell you.

But in modern terms, at least according to my experience in using modern equipment over the years, it is that your stress hammer is disordered.

I don't rule out that someone can straighten out the chaotic stress, but I know that I can't do it, and you can't do it either, so it's useless.

Although it will not turn into iron again, it is impossible to continue to progress. If it continues to be forged, it will even regress and become more brittle, creating weaknesses that can break when touched.

You can refer to Rupert's Tears for the principle.

If the second refining is just to bring out the original material strength of iron to form steel, then the third refining is to increase the strength of the material again based on the same material and use technology to break through the original limits of the material.

And how to break through this limit has to go back to every forging in each of the two initial exercises. Every hammer is critical, and every hammer lays the foundation for the third temper.

Although the seventy-two hammers of our Fang family's forging method are not the strongest, they are still among the best in the ancient and modern forging industry.

As for the fact that there were no modern stress testing equipment and means in ancient times, how was it forged?

sound! The sound of forging! "

Fang Bai picked up the piece of armor in front of him, shook his head slightly, and threw it into the pile of scrap metal.

"What dad said is indeed true. If you don't have a solid foundation in basic skills, don't even think about the third level. You can't succeed even if you have inheritance. Knowing about the peace conference is completely different."

"It's better not to aim too high. Let's lay the foundation first. It takes ten years to be an apprentice in the blacksmith trade, and it takes ten years of forging to get the true inheritance.

If I can hammer one thousand hammers a day during my apprenticeship, that will be 365,000 hammers in one year, and 3.65 million hammers in ten years.

In this case, I will take this 3.65 million hammer! "

Fang Bai suddenly found that forging, which he was originally indifferent to, seemed to become interesting from this moment on.

The thoughts in his heart settled, he picked up a piece of iron armor that was already red, and struck it down with a concentrated hammer.

"clang!"

The difference from before was that this time Fang Bai's ears listened quietly to every trembling sound from the armor pieces, and his palms felt every vibration of the hammer, no longer neglecting it.

Although he heard nothing and felt nothing, Fang Bai knew that this was the right thing to do and that it would only bring benefits and no harm in the future, so he did it seriously.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The crisp knocking sound echoed in this red ore deposit, and the pieces of iron armor transformed into steel armor after two refinings.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, five pieces, ten pieces, fifty pieces, ninety-seven pieces.

The sky darkened completely, and Fang Bai used the firelight to count the number of armor pieces.

Fang Bai spent a day forging ninety-seven two-level armor pieces. Each of these ninety-seven pieces of armor seemed to be exactly the same, but if you measure it carefully, you will find that the angle of each piece is slightly different. Each piece is slightly different, but not too different.

Fang Bai groped for the angle of each piece of armor, counting and marking numbers on them. After completing this step, Fang Bai glanced at the time.

20:09.

After reading the time, Fang Bai set an alarm clock for twelve o'clock in reality and then entered the game again, hiding in the shelter and closing his eyes to enter the fantasy space.

In the fantasy space, a red-hot iron armor piece, a steel felt, a pair of steel pliers, and a steel hammer appeared in front of Fang Bai.

"clang!"

"clang!"

There was no need to wait for the armor piece to heat up. Fang Bai clamped the iron piece and directly picked up the steel hammer and smashed it down.

"clang!"

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers. Seventy-two hammers!

"clang!"

After the last hammer hit, Fang Bai directly refreshed his body status in his fantasy space and the status of the armor pieces, and then hit it again.

"clang!"

"clang!"

One hammer, two hammers, seventy-two hammers.

refresh!

Seventy-two hammers!

Refresh, seventy-two hammers!

In the fantasy space, Fang Bai will be tired, but he only needs to fantasize about his body again to recover.

In the fantasy space, Fang Bai can imagine any object he has scanned, including iron armor pieces, and naturally including red-hot iron armor pieces.

There is no need to wait for either the person or the nail. All Fang Bai has to do is endure the loneliness and experience the whole process with his heart.

clang! clang! clang! clang!

Continuous crisp knocks echoed in the fantasy space. Fang Bai listened carefully to the sound, feeling the hammer's reverberation, and continued back and forth.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding."

At twelve o'clock, the alarm rang, and Fang Bai, who had a slight feeling, exited the fantasy space and went offline.

After the meal, I moved out most of the iron pagoda props that had been dismantled and began to study them. I searched for information while dismantling them. Occasionally I also asked the customer service of the store or posted questions online, studying, learning, and recording bit by bit.

About two hours later, Fang Bai lay on the bed and fell asleep.

It was another fulfilling day, and there were two lines of numbers written at the end of the notebook.

"Remember the first day."

"98/1825."

"86400/3650000."