Martial arts become gods

Chapter 6

The hot fist was immersed in the cold water, and the tingling feeling was relieved a lot.

As the clear water slowly turned red, another stream of bruised blood slowly flowed out of Mo Xian's fists.

This is the bruise in his fists that has been silenced by the previous intense exercise, and if it accumulates, it will have extremely bad effects.This is also one of the reasons why he only suppressed his desire to exercise before, but now he doesn't have to worry about it at all.

Not long after, there was a tingling sensation in his fists, which was the feeling of new flesh and blood.After a while, the scars on the fist were almost invisible at all.

At the same time, the feeling of extreme exhaustion in his body also disappeared.

Then, he began to run the Hunyuan Tempering Body Art.

A warm feeling soon appeared in his body, and his physical strength was obviously increasing rapidly, which was more than ten times faster than when he was completely tempered by external force before.

……

After such an hour, Mo Xian ended his training.Then according to the method in Hunyuan Tempering Body Jue, he used a set of extremely weird boxing techniques.

The whole set of punches can be said to have no offensive power, but it is full of wind, and there is a faint sound of breaking the wind.

This set of punches mobilized almost every muscle in his body, and every movement required great strength.

After only playing half a set, Mo Xian couldn't hold on any longer and lay down on the ground.

After a short rest, Mo Xian immediately came to the workshop.His family is not rich, and apart from practicing, he usually needs to help Mo Hong complete some work.But he didn't have any complaints. After all, hard work like blacksmithing is also a good way to temper the body.

The workshop is not big, with a stove and a forging table in the middle.

In addition, there are some materials and semi-finished products.

At this time, Mo Hong was sweating profusely inside. Seeing Mo Xian coming in, he stopped what he was doing and said with a smile, "Son, I have something to go out to lie down today, and I will leave the rest to you."

"No problem, Dad!" Mo Xian nodded, now that his strength has increased a lot, he is worried that he has no place to vent.

"What's so happy about something good today?" Mo Hong asked Mo Xian with a strange look.He originally thought that after yesterday's accident, the latter should be lost for at least a few days.

"Hey, it's nothing, you'll know later." Mo Xian grinned, but didn't tell the truth.After all, the lightning imprint is too strong, if it spreads out, it will definitely lead to death.

Before he had absolute power, he didn't dare to say this matter easily.

"You kid, you're still playing mystery with me." Mo Hong shook his head with a smile, and strode out without asking any further questions.

……

After Mo Hong left, Mo Xian immediately came to a wall lined with ten hammers.

These hammers are of different sizes and weights. In the past, Mo Xian could only use the lightest one among them, and it was a bit difficult.

But today, there is no pressure, and I even feel a little light.He immediately changed to the second handle, but he still felt that it was not enough, and it was not until the third handle that he just took advantage of it.

It seems that in just one day, his strength has increased several times, and now he should be regarded as the level of a three-star warrior, perhaps not much worse than an ordinary four-star warrior.

Because of his contact since he was a child, Mo Xian is very familiar with this work of blacksmithing, and he started to be familiar with it.

Blacksmithing is one of the relatively low-level occupations on Tianwu Continent, and it often attracts people's eyes.

But Mo Xian didn't dislike it. On the contrary, he liked it very much. He even enjoyed the process of casting a piece of pig iron into the shape he wanted.

Moreover, he vaguely heard someone mention that there is another kind of blacksmith on the mainland, which is very respected.To be precise, it should be a blacksmith. He once thought that maybe one day, he himself could become a famous blacksmith.

Mo Xian put a piece of pig iron on top of the furnace, and the high temperature quickly made it red and soft.

He immediately clamped out the iron block, and then beat it on the metal table.

The whole process is very boring. He needs to beat each side of the iron block continuously until the iron block hardens and then calcines it again.

The impurities in the iron block are gradually discharged, and gradually become smaller, and finally the hardest part remains.There are also some fine lines on it, which are steel lines, which also shows that the first step of forging has been completed.

Their blacksmith shop usually makes farm tools, and only occasionally makes one or two weapons, so the requirements for materials are not too high. It is one of the most common metals, and the level of making it is already the limit.

Next, he only needs to shape the iron block into the desired shape according to his needs.

After casually glancing at the blueprint, Mo Xian froze for a moment.

What he was going to build this time was a hatchet, which could barely be regarded as a weapon, so he suddenly became a little excited. This was the first time he had built a real weapon.

Mo Xian rubbed his hands, and when he raised the hammer and was about to start, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Will those memories that don't belong to me contain blacksmith's skills?"

Thinking of this possibility, he immediately searched in his mind.This is his first time building a weapon, so he wants to pursue perfection.

"Yes!" Soon, Mo Xian found some memories about forging, but soon, his brow frowned.

These memories are very different from what he has now.Just like this ordinary piece of pig iron at this time, it should have been forged to the limit.

However, it is said in memory that it can still be forged, and even its structure can be changed to forge it into the hardest metal.

"Forging precious materials into magical weapons is at best a blacksmith, but turning ordinary iron into ancient magic weapons can be called a god blacksmith."

For no reason, such a sentence suddenly appeared in Mo Xian's mind, which almost immediately overturned his understanding.

How could ordinary materials be forged into ancient magic weapons?

However, with the attitude of giving it a try, Mo Xian still tried it. He put the iron block that had been forged into the furnace again.

This time, the time it takes for the iron block to soften has obviously increased a lot, which is normal, so Mo Xian was not in a hurry, and quickly pulled the bellows, and the flames were quickly strung together.

Not long after, the piece of iron finally turned red and limp.

He carefully clamped the iron block and placed it on the forging handle again.

Recalling the memories in his mind, Mo Xian was a little nervous. He didn't know what would happen when he hit the hammer.

Most likely, the formed bar was completely scrapped and turned into a mass of slag.

After a while, Mo Xian finally made up his mind, picked up the hammer, and smashed it down hard.

"Clap!"

Hearing this sound, Mo Xian's heart suddenly became cold. It was the sound of the iron block not being able to withstand the beating, but about to burst.

What he is using now is a set of hammering techniques that are specially used in forging iron in his memory, called the flurry of dancing wind splitting hammer.

He thought that the iron block was useless anyway, why not practice this hammering method, it will be useful in the future.

Thinking of this, he turned his heart and continued to hit the iron block from a different angle.

Because it was not an intermediate relationship, the iron block flew up, but fell to the ground quickly.Then Mo Xian hammered down again.

Every time he strikes, the angle is different, and the iron block can be seen constantly beating on the forging platform.

His speed is getting faster and faster, and the speed of the iron block is also getting faster and faster, and it is actually shrinking at a slow speed.

"It's really useful!" This discovery immediately made Mo Xian ecstatic, and he unconsciously entered a state of ecstasy. Only the jumping iron lump was left in his eyes. He even felt that he could not even touch the iron lump. The textures on it can be clearly seen.

He swung faster and faster, forming a dense phantom, and the gust of wind that he brought out also interspersed between him and the iron block according to a specific trajectory.

I don't know how long after, Mo Xian stopped, and the thousands of phantoms disappeared immediately, but the iron block was lying quietly on the forging platform, as if it had never moved.

At this time, the iron block was half smaller than before, and there was an obvious crack on it, which should be left by Mo Xian's first hammer.

"Successful!" Although there were still some flaws, it was the first time after all, and Mo Xian was very satisfied with such a result.

The next step is much simpler, you only need to shape the forged iron block into the desired shape.

However, Mo Xian didn't know this happened before, so the remaining iron block was a bit small, and it seemed that it was not enough to make a qualified hatchet.

But to continue to forge as before, the remaining time is not enough for Mo Xian to continue to complete other tasks. After thinking about it, Mo Xian can only make do with it.

Putting the iron block into the furnace again, he soon discovered that the temperature of the furnace was no longer sufficient, and after half a day of calcination, the iron block was only slightly softened.

This made him have to continuously increase the firepower, and finally burned the iron block to the point where it could barely be made.

After the first hammer, Mo Xian's hands were numb from the shock, but the iron block was only slightly deformed, and it was really difficult to shape it into the shape of a hatchet.

But this aroused his interest even more. After all, it showed that his memory was correct, and Fan Tie could really go beyond the limit after such a forging method.

He was sweating and hammering down, and the iron block slowly moved in the direction he wanted.

……

Before he knew it, a morning passed, and Mo Xian had an extra black hatchet in his hand.

To be honest, compared with ordinary hatchets, this one is even uglier.

Not only is it uneven, but it's bumpy and looks like it wasn't built properly.

And it doesn't have the heaviness of ordinary hatchets, it's much thinner.

There is also a hollow along the blade in the middle, which is a crack caused by the wrong force of his first hammer.

Not only does this hollowing out add a little beauty to the hatchet, but it makes people feel thinner, and even makes people think that the hatchet will break if it is cut down.

(End of this chapter)