Peerless Tangmen: Dragon Bear Douluo

The higher the temperature, the better the ductility of immersion silver.

Two hours of patient understanding suddenly broke out, but Zhao Xin showed no mercy. With powerful strikes again and again, Chen Yin began to deform, and sparks flew everywhere.

Whenever his arms began to ache, a stream of heat would come from deep within Xin Zhao's body, instantly flowing into his limbs and relieving the pain in his arms. Xin Zhao also mobilized his soul power to inject it into his arms, maintaining

Use your own strength.

Gradually, the one-foot-square piece of heavy silver began to become smaller. The purification effect of the Hundred Forgings was gradually revealed.

You must know that immersion silver itself is already very strong and extremely dense. It is very difficult to purify it and produce a shrinkage effect. Moreover, it must be done without destroying its own texture.

Just through this near-perfect purification in front of Xin Zhao's eyes, the value of this heavy silver will increase at least several times.

Xin Zhao himself didn't know how many times he beat it. Gradually, the roar caused by the beating disappeared. In front of his eyes, the piece of heavy silver seemed to be emitting a faint light. Every time he beat it, it seemed to

Then he took a breath, which matched Xin Zhao's breath. Xin Zhao's body had become hot, hidden in his clothes, and faint dark golden dragon patterns gradually appeared on his skin.

A dark golden light flashed deep in Xin Zhao's eyes, and the tungsten steel hammer in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. Every time the hammer struck, Chen Yin seemed to make a comfortable chant.

Xin Zhao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the frequency of hammering began to become faster and faster. All the strength of his body was concentrated in the pair of tungsten steel hammers.

Chen Yin became more and more solid, and its volume gradually shrank by 5%, 10%, and 15%. After reaching this level, its density seemed to have reached its limit and it would no longer shrink inward.

, but every time Xin Zhao beats it, its texture is slightly improved, making its texture more reasonable.

The firelight illuminated the entire blacksmith's interior and turned red, and Xin Zhao's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Three hours have passed. Xin Zhao has never forged for such a long time at once, and it was still under such high-intensity forging.

Three and a half hours passed, four hours!

Four and a half hours later, Xin Zhao's face has become a little pale, and the dark golden dragon patterns on his body are getting brighter and brighter, but Xin Zhao has long been unable to notice his own changes.

The soreness and swelling that Xin Zhao had when he forged for the first time reappeared, and his arms became heavier and heavier. This was clearly a feeling of overdraft. However, he did not stop, and even the force of each blow was still so even, supported by willpower.

Follow him and continue your forging.

We are about to succeed, we are about to succeed. We cannot stop. If we stop now, we will probably lose all our efforts.

Precisely because there was an inscrutable connection with the piece of heavy silver, Xin Zhao gritted his teeth and continued to forge.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang..." Due to the continuous forging, the tungsten steel hammer itself was roasted by the fire, and it was already a little red. If it weren't for the pair of forging hammers that Zhao Changtian used his soul power to compress to a thousand

The forging layer and the hardness given to it may have been unable to support it for a long time.

Suddenly, the piece of heavy silver trembled slightly during Zhao Xin's forging, and then, a bright silver brilliance suddenly broke through the blockade of the furnace fire, reflecting the entire forging room into a silvery white.

Xin Zhao's two hammers fell at the same time, hitting it hard. Suddenly, the silver light became more wild.

Xin Zhao suddenly flipped his wrist, and he didn't know when there was a knife in his hand. He raised the knife and quickly swiped it towards his wrist.

A stream of blood sprayed out and landed just on the shining piece of silver.

Zhao Xinxin covered the wound on his wrist with his hand, looked at the piece of metal that shone with silver light, and turned off the fire at the same time. The blood fell into the silver light, making a series of "chichi" sounds, and the green

Smoke filled the air. The flames extinguished, revealing the metal itself.

It was smaller than before, and the fiery red on the heavy silver faded at an alarming speed. At the same time, the flickering silver light also faded.

Before forging, its original eye-catching silver color disappeared, and it looked gray and unremarkable. However, on the body, there was an extra layer of fine and dense lines, like the waves of the sea. These lines were

It seems to be engraved on it, but it itself is extremely smooth.

When the dusty Chen Yin looked carefully, he felt something profound. It was an extremely wonderful texture.

The same Thousand Refinement, the difficulty of Thousand Refinement for different metals varies greatly. If the difficulty of Thousand Refinement of the tungsten steel hammer in Xin Zhao's hand is one, then the difficulty of Thousand Refinement Sinking Silver is at least five, or even eight.

Xin Zhao had been practicing Thousand Refinements, and he didn't expect to succeed with this kind of metal. However, after five hours, five full hours, he succeeded.

That dusty thing is none other than Thousand Forged Heavy Silver!

Waves of intense weakness made Xin Zhao unsteady, and he quickly sat cross-legged on the ground to circulate his soul power.

Half an hour passed, and Xin Zhao slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the Thousand Forged Chenyin in front of him, Xin Zhao finally smiled.

He clearly remembered that when he reached the final stage of forging, every hammer strike seemed to resonate with Chen Yin. It was a very strange feeling. Chen Yin seemed to come to life, and he breathed

, Chen Yin also breathes, and every time it is forged with a hammer, it is like massaging it, and it will convey a comfortable emotion. When this comfort reaches the extreme, Chen Yin sublimates, and quantitative changes accumulate into qualitative changes.

Xin Zhao pushed open the door of the forging room. It was getting very late at this time. Xin Zhao had been inside for nearly six hours. He just wanted to have a good sleep now.

He staggered to the bedroom and lay on the bed. After half an hour of soul power running, Zhao Xin's arms no longer hurt, but his whole body was still a little weak and warm. He just lay on the bed lazily, but

There is an indescribable feeling of comfort.

Gradually, the warmth from his body made him fall asleep and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he was completely hungry. The sky outside had become dark again. It was obvious that he had slept for nearly a day and a night since last night.

"I'm so hungry!" Xin Zhao turned over and sat up. The fatigue had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty. The feeling of hunger pressing his heart against his back made him feel like he could eat a cow.

Xin Zhao couldn't wait to come to the cafeteria of the Zhao Mansion, and while everyone was stunned, he ate ten plates of steamed buns made from thousand-year-old soul beast meat, as well as a pot full of chicken soup. Xin Zhao was indeed very good at eating, especially with his physical strength.

After consuming a lot, I ate for nearly an hour before I finally breathed out of satisfaction.

"Young patriarch, are you okay?" the chef in charge of cooking asked cautiously.

Xin Zhao said with a satisfied look: "I'm alive and comfortable."

After leaving the restaurant, Xin Zhao came to the forging room. He was too tired yesterday, so Xin Zhao didn't look carefully at all. Now look at this piece of heavy silver. Compared with the first time, it is a lot smaller, and the bright silver itself has turned into gray.

The matte color is deep, restrained, and simple. This is Xin Zhao's first impression.

On the gray metal surface, layers of wavy dark patterns seemed to be pregnant with endless vitality. What was even more strange was that when Xin Zhao saw it, he actually felt like flesh and blood were connected.

This feeling is particularly strange, as if this piece of heavy silver should have been a part of my body.

A thousand forgings make it refined. A hundred forgings purify and remove impurities. Thousands of forgings give life to the metal. A work of thousands of forgings is originally a life form created by the blacksmith. The metal with life is the most precious existence.

, they will sublimate their own unique characteristics.

Xin Zhao excitedly held up the piece of heavy silver. He had already made a blood sacrifice to the first piece of thousand-forged heavy silver he had played. If thousand-forged is to give life to metal, then blood sacrifice is to connect the metal with his own blood and become like a body.

A part of existence. Thousand-forged metal that has undergone blood sacrifice will even, in a sense, produce a slight wisdom that is connected with one's own blood, thereby sublimating stronger characteristics.