Chapter 13： The golden lotus power beyond this! Self-study! (2/2)
Xiao San'er was only after awakening the Second Clear Sky Hammer Martial Spirit, Tang Hao reluctantly handed this unique knowledge to Tang San.
His own son teaches this way.
Not to mention myself.
”But, can I try it myself?” Wang Feng's eyes lit up.
You only need to practice in this direction, right?
With force, one hammer is better than the other...
We are also traversers anyhow, with vision and knowledge, and we have been transformed by meteors and tears. Why can't we be self-taught?
With this technique of exerting strength, the streets of China are already rotten.
Co-authored, he Tang Hao can create this hammering method.
I can’t Wang Feng? Why have to learn his chaotic cloak hammer method?
It's nothing if I am a salted fish. But I have cheats, why can't I try it?
Finding the direction, Wang Feng shook the tree trunk and jumped up excitedly.
Then he went to Tang Hao's forge and borrowed a hammer.
”Wait, Uncle Hao, do you have that kind of larger original iron here.”
When I came to Tang Hao's blacksmith's shop, I could still see Tang San beating the original iron.
Tang Hao, who was on the side, looked and seemed to be pointing.
Old Jack probably has finished talking with Tang Hao.
After Tang Hao learned that his son also had the Clear Sky Hammer, he gave Tang San the basis of the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique.
Wang Feng glanced at Tang San, and he probably knew that Tang San should have learned it.
”The big original iron, how big do you want?”
Tang Hao glanced at Wang Feng.
”About fifty catties?”
Wang Feng asked, ”It's better to have a few more.”
Wang Feng wanted to use these raw iron to create a weight-bearing protective gear after being refined.
50 catties of raw iron, after tempering, how come there are still twenty or thirty?
is made into protective gear and worn on the body for training, which will consume a lot of training.
”Have.”
Tang Hao took out a few pieces of raw iron, ”You kid, what do you use these for?”
”Hey, you'll know then.”
Wang Feng picked up four pieces of raw iron weighing about two hundred catties, picked up the hammer, and ran away in the wind.
”Brother Feng should be trying to exercise himself... However, it is not easy to exercise if it is so heavy and put on him. Moreover, he can't strike iron.”
Tang San couldn't help but curiously watched Wang Feng leave.
Tang Hao glanced at his son, and said to his heart, Feng Xiaozi does not know how to strike iron.
But he is much better than you...
By directly hitting with a hammer, a small iron mother can be knocked into original iron with a full blow.
The endurance is amazing. I don't know how many hammers Feng Xiaozi hit at that time.
”Brother Feng will have to fight with that Master Su Yuntao for only three months. I really don't know what he thinks.”
Tang San smiled and said again.
”Oh?”
Tang Hao stunned, ”This Su Yuntao, listen to you, isn't he a level 26 war spirit master? He is a six-year-old kid who wants to fight a war spirit master?”
”Yes, so I think it's a little weird...”
Tang Sanxin said, if you forged a hidden weapon by yourself, you might have a chance to fight Su Yuntao.
Hidden weapon, you need to be in the dark to maximize its power. Fighting in an upright manner can have a lot less power.
I lost to Feng Ge that day, if he threw a stone in the dark, Feng Ge might not be able to react.
”Interesting. Wait for that day, you tell me, I want to go and see.”
Tang Hao said casually.
”it is good.”
Tang San was taken aback, UU reading didn't know why his father would be interested in this matter.
”Okay, I don’t need to knock, I’ll show you the technique again, pay attention to the posture of my body...”
……
A few days later.
Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the hammer, and murmured:
”The ironing method my father taught is amazing. I can swing eight hammers continuously, which is the limit... These days, I don't know what Feng Ge is doing.”
However, Tang San felt extremely excited when he thought of this forging hammer method using force.
”Go find three and see... These days, he often comes to buy raw iron. Is it because he strikes the iron himself?”
Tang San couldn't help but feel curious, ”But ironing is not that simple. There is a stove and bellows here in the village. Simple hammering iron is useless...”
So, after Tang San finished today's task and exercise, he went directly to the village chief's house to find Brother Feng.
I don’t know if Grandpa Jack told him that Brother Feng was not at home and was out in the wild. He came back with a smirk every day.
”Could it be that Brother Feng is in that grove?”
Tang San's heart moved, and then he walked to the small forest outside Wang Village.
after walking a distance.
suddenly.
The earth shook slightly.
listen carefully...
Clang!
Clang! !
Clang! ! !
The familiar sound of iron hitting sounded, Tang San was taken aback, and then slowly walked towards the source of the sound...
After a short while, I saw a familiar figure, sweating profusely, waving a hammer and beating the fixed iron.
Seeing this, Tang San was stunned again, and said to his heart, Feng Ge is really true, so how can he strike iron?
Thinking, Tang San looked at it intently... at this look, he was stunned!