Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2792 Don't lose face
The old man took a closer look and found that Mo Xian's hand hadn't completely left the forging hammer.

Although he was shocked in his heart, the old man didn't show it, but said contemptuously: "No wonder the old man thinks it's so light. I thought your forging hammer was just an ordinary thing."

"Really, then I'm going to let go." Mo Xian said with a smile, the old man is still pretending, so he won't be polite.

Without giving the old man any chance to prepare, he suddenly let go of his palm.

At this moment, the old man's complexion suddenly changed, and his burly figure leaned forward obviously.

Especially on his bare arm, the veins on it were bulging, trembling slightly, and there was a faint creaking sound of the bones being overwhelmed.

The Tiangong hammer obviously pressed down a bit, but the old man stabilized quickly, and said in a somewhat strange voice: "Your forging hammer is not bad, but it is still a little ordinary compared to my collection. gone."

Mo Xian laughed in his heart, the old man was so suffocated that he was still holding on, not afraid of breaking his own bones.

However, he didn't point it out, and said with a smile: "Hehe, it's really a shame. If there is a chance, I really want to see the collection of the seniors."

"There will be a chance..." The old man's face was flushed, and he hammered Tiangong to Mo Xian with difficulty, and said, "I'll give it back to you!"

Mo Xian seemed not to have heard, looked around to himself, and said in admiration: "As expected of a senior, although the products here are all semi-finished products, it is enough to see the strength of the senior."

"You little bastard, you actually tormented my old bones on purpose!" The old man was already a genius, so he didn't know that Mo Xian did it on purpose.

But of course he couldn't admit defeat.

Do you want him to say "I can't take it anymore, take it back quickly."?

As time passed by, the old man leaned more and more, his arm trembled slightly, and the veins on it seemed to explode.

Although it was intentional, Mo Xian also knew enough was enough, and it was harmless to make a little joke, but if he really offended the old man, he might be in trouble.

"I almost forgot, I'm really sorry!" Mo Xian looked away, looked at the hand of the old man holding the Tiangong hammer stiff in the air, and quickly put the Tiangong hammer back.

Only then did the old man feel better, and he really wanted to scold Mo Xian, but he had to hold back, otherwise his old face might be lost.

"You kid obviously has your own forging hammer, but you want to borrow the old man's. Say, are you trying to show off?" After he calmed down, the old man said slowly.

"How is it possible? If I use my own hammer, I'm afraid your forging table will not be able to withstand it. At that time, the hammer was smashed. Don't you want to fight me desperately, old man?" Mo Xian smiled.

"Uh..." The old man suddenly felt suffocated, his neck seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't say anything.

"Old man, you can see clearly, I will start now." Mo Xian said, his expression suddenly became serious.

The old man was about to yell at Mo Xian regardless of his image, but when he heard Mo Xian's words, he couldn't yell at him immediately, and his expression became serious.

After Mo Xian picked out a strange-shaped piece of metal, he casually threw it into the forging furnace.

Afterwards, he poured Yuanli into the forging furnace, and the black-colored human flame suddenly steamed up.

Seeing this strangely colored flame, a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, this flame is not simple.

Although he couldn't see what it was, he was sure that this kind of flame was what every blacksmith was after.

Immediately afterwards, a faint breeze suddenly appeared here, blowing the flames into a slight jump.

"boom!"

The flames in the forging furnace suddenly became more intense, as if they had suddenly awakened.

"Wind?" The old man was slightly taken aback. It was the first time he saw that fire could be used in such a way by the wind. After all, they didn't really forge iron, and they also had bellows.

The metal Mo Xian chose is definitely the most trashy among the ordinary metals here, even the scrap collectors don't want it, and it is basically worthless.

But under the burning of the flame, the structure of the scrap iron is rapidly becoming compact, and the impurities in it are slowly being removed.

This is just the most basic step of forging, and there is nothing to pay attention to, but the old man pays attention to it.

After all, it was just scrap iron, and under the action of Mo Linghuo and Wanyaofeng, it quickly turned red.

This was the result of Mo Xian's intentional control, otherwise the scrap iron would be evaporated in an instant.

Afterwards, Mo Xian made a random move with his palm, and the red-hot scrap iron flew out and landed on the forging table.

The old man groped his chin. It was just the most basic step. Mo Xian's method seemed to be quite satisfactory, but there seemed to be some differences, but he couldn't tell.

At this time, Mo Xian weighed the forging hammer, and suddenly swung it out.

His movements changed from slow to fast, and finally completely turned into an afterimage, smashing fiercely on the scrap iron.

The red-hot and softened scrap iron instantly deformed, but he didn't stop, he kept waving the forging hammer, the speed became faster and faster, and finally even brought out wild winds dancing around.

The iron block is constantly flying, its shape is constantly changing, and its texture is gradually getting better.

The old man's eyes moved quickly with Mo Xian's arm. Under normal circumstances, the iron block would have already turned into waste, but now it has not.

That piece of scrap iron really had a qualitative leap.

In the end, Mo Xian raised his arm, and the violent wind around him stopped immediately.

He hasn't used this basic method for a long time, and now that he uses it, he feels a little nostalgic.

At the beginning, when he made the first spirit treasure, or the hatchet, his technique was quite raw, but now he has perfected it.

The old man was still staring blankly, as if he had fallen into a state of petrification.

Mo Xian waved his palms in front of the old man, and said, "Old man, do you see any tricks?"

Only then did the old man come to his senses, he really wanted to say that he saw something, but he couldn't say anything.

Mo Xian's speed just now was too fast, and his technique was very mysterious, so he was basically dumbfounded.

However, he could tell at a glance that the quality of the piece of scrap iron tempered by Mo Xian had improved so much that it could be used to make Lingbao.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe it.

After struggling for a long time, the old man said honestly: "It's too fast, I didn't see anything!" His face turned red in an instant while speaking.

In order to continue learning from Mo Xian, he even lost face.

"Then I don't care, anyway, I've already shown it to you, shouldn't you give me what I want?" Mo Xian smiled.

The old man didn't regret it, he took out a blueprint and gave it to Mo Xian.

After taking it, Mo Xian took a look and was slightly surprised.

This drawing is too detailed, even the ventilation channels and so on are clear, and it is clearly the complete structural diagram of the entire ship.

(End of this chapter)