Mortals start by seizing the soul of Shequ

The man in black who broke into the yard at night did not go back. The next day, several small gangs adjacent to the "Siping Gang" had their own guardians, and the leaders such as the hall master disappeared.

It’s just that everyone keeps it secret from each other.

Just as Xie Duanyang thought, after that night, those gangs actually stopped and even took the initiative to visit Xie Chao.

At this moment, Xie Duanyang moved again.

Different from the last time, this time Xie Chao gathered all his gang members and declared war on his ally "Iron Fist Society" with great fanfare.

Xie Duanyang watched the battle wrapped in a cloak. Only at the fiercest moment of the struggle, he killed "Iron Fist" Zhan Hong, the leader of the "Iron Fist Society", and nearly half of the big bosses in one fell swoop.

Watching this scene, the confidence of the "Iron Fist Club" disciples collapsed, and they surrendered one after another, and were easily annexed by the "Siping Gang".

After this battle, the "Siping Gang" has completely established its name in Jiayuan West City.

Just when everyone thought that Xie Chao would go all out and take action against the "Poison Dragon Gang", he suddenly stopped.

Kill some of them and reuse some of them.

Disorganize the "Iron Fist Club" disciples, assign them to various gang members in the Siping Gang, and send out your cronies to control them.

Digest the territory and interests of the "Iron Fist Society" in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the "Siping Gang" was gaining momentum, the "Poison Dragon Gang" actually chose to voluntarily give up part of the dock and chose to retreat.

Although anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xie Chao will never stop, he is just waiting for the two gangs to be integrated.

But now, the situation that was about to be stormy has surprisingly calmed down.

Xie Duanyang started his blacksmithing career.

"Sir, there is nothing to say about blacksmithing.

It mainly depends on the understanding of the material properties, the strength of the hammering, and the control of the heat.

There are many things that are difficult to explain clearly in words. After a few years of practice, you will naturally understand what you need to understand."

The blacksmith, whose beard and hair were half gray, but whose body was as strong and bulging as the muscles of a young man, explained to Xie Duanyang with a troubled face.

Beside him, several others nodded again and again.

As the leading blacksmiths in Lanzhou City, how could they be so polite when teaching their apprentices?

In fact, they all have more or less gang connections, so they are always a little reluctant to be half invited and half coerced by this little-known gang.

But when they learned that the "Siping Gang" easily eliminated the "Iron Fist Club" whose strength was comparable to theirs, and that they all relied on the tall man in front of them, their attitudes changed suddenly.

After listening to them quietly, Xie Duanyang's expression remained unchanged and he just nodded slightly.

"I have said it hundreds and thousands of times, but it is better to try it myself.

How about, my lord, you try the weight of this hammer first and see how strong it is, then we can sum it up..."

The youngest blacksmith among the group, he was a little out of breath.

I couldn't help but hand over the dark iron hammer in my hand, pointing at the jujube wood stake as thick as my calf.

As an apprentice follows the blacksmithing process, it is natural that he will not be able to master it from the very beginning, otherwise he will have to break the material.

No matter what, it takes three or two years to do all kinds of chores and build up strength.

Of course, for Xie Duanyang, many of the previous steps were simply omitted.

After receiving the hammer, Xie Duanyang weighed the weight and did not take action directly.

Instead, he squinted his eyes and looked at the wooden pile carefully, and even reached out to touch and knock it himself.

After roughly understanding the tightness of the wood pile material, Xie Duanyang lowered his body slightly, pulled away from the pile, and swung the hammer in his hand in response.

"Bang...Bang..."

The dull sound of hammer hitting wooden piles sounded rhythmically.

It's not that loud, but when it fell into the ears of several blacksmiths, their expressions became solemn involuntarily.

They knew that Xie Duanyang was extremely powerful, and his arms were probably not strong enough to weigh more than a thousand kilograms.

But the key to blacksmithing is far from simply being strong. The key is to control the force evenly and accurately, and to be calm and steady.

"Zhang Tie" looks mature, but it is still easy to tell that he is only in his early twenties.

He struck out, but there was no youthful agitation at all. He was neither quick nor slow.

It is obviously the most boring thing, but in his hands, it actually gives people the sense of beauty that it can be done easily and smoothly.

The young blacksmith who handed the hammer to Xie Duanyang had a dark face that turned red.

With this achievement, even if he takes action, it will still fall short.

Just as they were thinking wildly, Xie Duanyang suddenly moved quickly.

The arm dragged out an afterimage in the air and smashed it down at a speed ten times faster than before.

"Not good."

The old blacksmith at the beginning was the oldest. He couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this, and wanted to persuade Xie Duanyang to stop.

The other people's moods were somewhat restored, and they all thought to themselves that the young man still couldn't calm down after all.

"Wrong."

The old blacksmith's outstretched hand stopped in the air, and his somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly opened wide with an incredible expression.

Although Xie Duanyang's speed is faster, his landing point and intensity have not changed at all.

"Bang!"

When the last hammer fell, Xie Duanyang flicked his wrist and threw the hammer back to its original owner.

Just listen to the sound of "呲LA", like tearing paper and silk.

In the center of the wooden pile, the spider web split open and stretched rapidly, spreading throughout the jujube wooden pile in an instant.

Follow.

"Shua!"

The wooden piles were scattered into countless thin pieces, as if hundreds of chopsticks were densely arranged on the ground, and the thickness was even and uniform.

"Adults just need a little practice in this area."

Staring at the wood chips on the ground, the old blacksmith swallowed his saliva and said.

"Next, I just need to work more on getting familiar with the physical properties of materials and the temperature of the stove.

Rong Xiaoren will give you a brief introduction to the thirty-four materials commonly used in blacksmithing and smelting, as well as seven techniques..."

But soon, he couldn't help but want to swallow what he just said.

If we talk about Xie Duanyang's control over the strength during hammer forging, it can also be explained by a martial arts master.

Then his control over the physical properties of gold, iron, and furnace fires makes him look like a monster. It can be described as knowing it from birth.

Just by touching it with your hands, you can tell the subtle differences in ores from different origins.

There are many that even he, an old blacksmith who has been working on for decades, cannot tell at a glance.

You have to raise fire to refine it, and then you can fully master it when hammering and forging it.

Of course he would not have thought that Xie Duanyang's practice of "Metal Gold Technique" would be as simple as eating and drinking water for him.

All they can do is to tell Xie Duanyang about their decades of accumulated experience and some of their unique skills.

"Could it be that your Excellency has learned the art of blacksmithing before?"

Although he knew the difference in status, after seven or eight days, he saw Xie Duanyang's skills improving at a rapid speed.

After all, the old blacksmith couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked the question that everyone wanted to know.

"That's right.

My ancestors have been practicing smelting for generations, and I have been exposed to it since childhood. It was only by chance that I turned to martial arts."

Knowing what they wanted to hear, Xie Duanyang flicked the long sword in his hand, which had been refined for fifty times and was considered a rare magic weapon in the world, and told a lie casually.