Lan Xue of Douluo continent

Tang San nodded. The blacksmith profession is undoubtedly the most suitable for him to make hidden weapons, "Dad, you are old. In a few years, when I am older, you will teach me how to make kitchen utensils and let me take over your job."

." In the past, he was doing the most sophisticated work of making hidden weapons, but he didn't know how to do the simplest forging.

Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded and murmured: "The blacksmith seems to be pretty good too." Pulling over a worn-out chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron and said lazily: "Xiaosan, tell me, what?

This kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith."

Tang San thought for a while and said: "The blacksmith who can create divine weapons should be the best blacksmiths." He once heard people in the village say that there are divine weapons in this world, although he didn't know what the divine weapons were.

What is it? But it would be good to put a word "divine" on it.

A trace of mockery flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, "Sacred weapon? Xiaosan also knows about the sacred weapon. Then tell me, what is the sacred weapon made of?"

Tang San didn't think twice and said directly: "Of course we use the best materials."

"No, it's made of ordinary iron." The sound of nature rang in the ears of Tang Hao and Tang San. Tang San subconsciously looked towards the bed and saw Lan Xue, who had just gotten up and used the disguise bracelet to transform into a purple skirt, with a look on her face.

Can't help but blush slightly.

These little tricks of Tang San were discovered by Tang Hao, and Tang Hao secretly laughed in his heart: "Yes, if you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, use the best materials to create artifacts, that is not the best blacksmith.

At most, he is just a synthesizer. He is a master craftsman who uses ordinary iron to create artifacts."

"Using mortal iron to create a divine weapon?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao with some surprise. On weekdays, Tang Hao rarely talked to him, but today was the most common time.

Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron mass measuring fifty centimeters square on the other side of the room, "If you want to become a blacksmith, learn forging from me. Then, you must forge it with a hammer ten thousand times. Only then will you be qualified."

"

It was a piece of ordinary iron, which contained many impurities. It was unknown how much worse it was than the piece with iron mother.

"Now, you can change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly. He was already ready to go back to the inner room and continue sleeping.

"Dad, I'm willing to give it a try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but it contained a hint of determination.

"Uncle, I want to try too." Lan Xue raised her head and looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao looked at them with some surprise: "Okay." As he said that, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and placed it directly on the stove next to the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire was lit, it could be used.

Forging. "By the way, what's your name?" Tang Hao looked at Lan Xue. "My name is Lan Xue, just call me Xiaoxue." "Xiaoxue..." There was a trace of longing in Tang Hao's eyes.

After doing this, Tang Hao went back to the inner room to sleep.

"Um, what's your name? Huh? Do you have a fever? Your head is so hot?" Lan Xue asked. "Ah... no, it's okay. My name is Tang San." "Then, can you be my brother? I have no relatives.

." There was both loneliness and expectation on Lan Xue's face, and Tang San suddenly felt distressed: "No problem, I'll be with you." "Really? That's great!" Lan Xue threw herself on Tang San.

, hugged Tang San fiercely, "Shall we start forging?" "Ah... okay..." Poor Tang San, steam kept coming out of his head.

Tang San was a determined person, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to create the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, the Tang Sect's top mechanical hidden weapon, with just a broken blueprint. It took him ten years to create

time.

Not to mention Lan Xue, she made such a perverted wish to the God of Chaos, and her physical willpower is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

They lit the charcoal fire, pulled the bellows, and started their work.

The whirring sound of the bellows sounded, and flames emerged from the charcoal furnace, burning the big iron lump. Although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao forge farm tools, and he still knew the process. Lan Xue

Smart, just watch Tang San make it.

When the iron lump gradually burned red, Tang San and Lan Xue dragged Tang Hao's daily hammer and placed it on the ground. This long-handled hammer was even a few points taller than his height. It was usually five or six years old.

It is impossible for a 20-year-old child to hold it, let alone wield it to forge it.

But Tang San still picked it up, using Xuantian Kung Fu throughout his body. Although he had not yet broken through the first level, he still had adult-level strength. Lan Xue's body was very strong, so her strength was naturally very great.

When—dang—, the iron hammer collided with the iron lump, making a crisp sound. This was Tang San and Lan Xue's first hammering, and it also kicked off the forging process.

In the back room, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned over. Although he had his eyes closed, his face still looked a bit surprised, and he murmured, "You can actually hold a hammer. Are you born with supernatural powers?"

The banging sound of "dang-dang-dang-dang" began to sound in the blacksmith shop, and Tang Hao, Tang San, and Lan Xue continued to repeat their ordinary lives in the past. The only difference was that from this day on, Tang Hao gave Tang San a message in his room.

He got two other stoves and asked them to forge the iron lump by themselves. He didn't give any instructions to Tang San and Lan Xue, but from that day on, Tang Hao drank less wine and had more food at home.

A little more.

Forging is definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regards it as a training for his body. Eleven days have passed, and he has been counting the numbers he forged, trying to shake the iron.

Hammer, he cannot do it with the strength of his body, he must have the assistance of Xuan Tian Gong.

His total power is enough to swing about a hundred hammers. Whenever his power is exhausted, he will sit cross-legged on the ground to recover. As soon as his internal strength is restored, he will continue to hammer.

In order not to hit Tang San, Lan Xue also rested when Tang San rested and carefully wiped off Tang San's sweat. Then Tang San turned into a second-generation tomato, with steam still coming out of his head. As a result, the farmers outside

The master saw the chimney at one end of the blacksmith shop making the sound of a hammer hammering and smoking. When the hammer was struck about a hundred times, he stopped hammering, and then "swish-" a big plume came out of the chimney.

Mushroom cloud of water vapor.

This is not only a physical exercise, with repeated consumption and recovery, it is also a good training for Tang San's Xuantian Skill and will, but it is useless for Lan Xue. Unfortunately, the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian Skill is

Like an impenetrable barrier, Tang San's training was not without hardship, and his talent was sufficient, but he just couldn't break through and enter the second level.

But his training was not in vain. Although Xuantian Kung failed to break through, his internal strength became stronger as he forged the iron lump, and the recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before.

Eleven days have passed, Tang San and Lan Xue have swung more than eight thousand hammers, and the iron lump has been getting smaller and smaller, and it is no longer one-third of its original size. With physical exercise and more food, Tang San's

His body became a little stronger, as if there was a force from the body gradually injected into his body, so that in the continuous forging process, his consumption of internal force was gradually decreasing, and when all the internal force was added, the strength also decreased.

It has grown a lot, Lan Xue has not changed much, but is more charming.

When they hit it with a thousand hammers, the iron lump had already undergone certain changes. It was completely smaller. Although it was burning red in the charcoal fire, it could be vaguely seen that the impurities inside seemed to be reduced a lot.

The word "steel made a hundred times" appeared in the minds of Tang San and Lan Xue, which strengthened their determination to complete the ten thousand hammers. And they were already very close to this goal.

Tang San and Lan Xue's persistence surprised Tang Hao. In his opinion, even if his son and adopted daughter were born with supernatural powers, they would not be able to persist for more than three days. The handle of the hammer was so rough to prevent slipping.

Continuous swiping and friction with the palms would inevitably cause great damage to the palms. But he found that although Tang San and Lan Xue were forging hard, their immature little hands did not seem to have any change.

There wasn't even a blister, and Lan Xue's palms were even more delicate.