Douluo's personal pendant

Chapter 7
In the blacksmith's shop, the space is very small. There is a blacksmith's table that has been covered with a thin layer of dust, and a dilapidated wooden table. A middle-aged man and an old man are sitting around the table. "Father, should we just let them do what they want?" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth angrily and said viciously.

The old man exhaled, opened his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man, sighed and said, "So what if you're not that good, it's nothing compared to power, nothing compared to technology."

The middle-aged man stared, stood up, and wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out of his mouth. After standing for a while, his legs might be sore, he sighed and sat down again, bowing his head , his face was full of aggrieved emotions.

Bang bang bang.

The half-hidden door of the blacksmith shop was pushed open, and a handsome blond guy walked in and knocked on the door.

Seeing a customer coming to the door, the middle-aged man was overjoyed and stood up, but he seemed to think of something, sighed, sat down again, and said unwillingly: "Sorry, we are closed today."

Tang Fei looked at the small and somewhat messy blacksmith's shop, and gently touched the blacksmith's table that had been placed for a long time. A layer of dust stuck to his hands. He rubbed the dust on his fingers, only listening to him He smiled lightly and said, "I heard that I need to challenge you if I want to open a blacksmith shop in Notting City, so I'm here."

The middle-aged man stood up when he heard that, with a ferocious expression on his face, he walked slowly towards Tang Fei.

Walking up to Tang Fei, looking down at the handsome face of Tang Fei who was a head shorter than him, it seemed that he wanted to imprint his fist on it the next moment.

"You're not here to do business, you're here to find fault."

The middle-aged man stared at Tang Fei viciously.

But Tang Fei didn't mind, he smiled lightly, wiped his trouser pockets and looked up at the middle-aged man's eyes that seemed to be shining with anger, and said, "Why, can't you?"

"you."

The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect Tang Fei to be so relaxed under his pressure, and even provoked him. He raised his hand and clenched his fist, and was about to strike.

Seeing him raise his fist, Tang Fei thought to himself, "Damn it, you've overplayed it." He hurriedly circulated the Xuantian Gong in his body, and the vigorous soul power spread from his dantian to his limbs, ready to strike at any time.

"stop."

Just as the two of them were at war with each other and were ready to go, an old but calm voice came from behind the middle-aged man.

It was only then that Tang Fei noticed that there was an old man living in the room. The old man was short and stocky, with pale hair and a face full of dimples. A voice was blowing like a hurricane, sweeping away all the momentum accumulated by the two of them.

The old man stood up, walked forward, fixed his calm eyes on Tang Fei and said, "You just said that you want to open a blacksmith shop in Notting City."

Tang Fei smiled confidently and said, "That's right."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Why do you think you can open a blacksmith shop?"

Tang Fei said: "With my skills."

The old man burst out laughing. After laughing, he looked at Tang Fei and said, "Little boy, don't think that you know how to forge weapons just after learning how to swing a hammer."

Tang Fei plucked his ears, and said with disdain on his face, "Why, something to bet on, just like you bet with others not to accept customers."

Hearing his arrogant voice, the old man frowned slightly, and said, "What do you want to bet on?"

Tang Fei walked around them and looked around the room, then turned his head to look at the father and son, and then said: "I think this shop is pretty good, but it's a bit small, how about this, if you lose, this shop will belong to me , you also have to help me work for three years."

After hearing his conditions, the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and the face of the middle-aged man next to him changed. He knew that his father was going to gamble again, but his father was addicted to gambling and his luck was not good, so he hurriedly pulled the old man away: "Father. "

He turned his head and glared at Tang Fei again.

The old man was pulled by him, and his face full of excitement returned to calm, but the trembling corners of his eyes clearly revealed his true thoughts, and he really endured it very hard.

He took a deep breath, looked at Tang Fei and asked, "What if you lose?"

Tang Fei raised his head proudly and said: "Although it is impossible for me to lose, if I lose, I will work here for the rest of my life."

"Okay, I promise you."

"Father."

The middle-aged man brushed his forehead and looked at the confident old man.

The old man said again: "However, what to bet on is up to us."

Tang Fei shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter as long as it's related to crafting."

The old man pushed away the middle-aged man who was blocking the front of the blacksmith's table, and pulled the bellows next to the stove with one hand. With the wind coming in, the flames in the hearth shot up.

The middle-aged man sighed, and stepped forward to prepare for the competition between the two, because he had already prepared for the last time, so he had some experience, but he lost last time, and he and his father had no income for several months, so this time he will lose , not only the shop has to work for others, but both of them have to work for others.

The old man walked to Tang Fei's side and looked up at him, saying, "Boy, forging is divided into three parts, iron making, shaping, and making. What I want to compare with you is iron making, the most basic part of the making."

"You know, whether a piece of iron is smelted well or not has already determined the quality of the tempered utensils, and our competition standard is the purity of this piece of iron."

"The purity of the iron?"

"That's right, my batch of iron ore is the better iron ore, but only [-]% of it is iron. Let's compare who can hammer out all three layers of iron within an hour."

Tang Fei stroked his chin and nodded, indicating that he already knew the rules.

The time limit is one hour, and the comparison is the purity of the iron block.

After the middle-aged man prepared his things, he stepped forward and said to the old man, "Father, it's ready."

The old man glanced at Tang Fei at the prepared blacksmith's table, and said, "Boy, you or me first."

Tang Fei looked like I was the craziest in the sky and the world, and said: "I'm afraid that if I make a move, you will lose your mind. Don't compare with me. You should invite me first."

The old man laughed and didn't mind. After all, he still needs to be strong to forge iron, and he can't do it himself. No matter how clever he is, it's useless.

I saw the old man roaring, a sledgehammer carrying thunder was held in his hand, his body also grew a little bit, the original old age was long gone, and a wild aura erupted from his body .

The old man picked up a piece of iron ore with pliers in the other hand, burned the iron ore until it was red, and put it on the big iron pier.

"drink."

With a loud shout, the old man swung his hammer and smashed it at the red-hot iron ore.

boom.

The hammer hit the iron ore, and there was a loud noise. The old man didn't stop, he pulled the hammer back and forth to find a unique rhythm, and kept beating the iron ore. At this moment, the old man seemed to have forgotten everything, and his whole body Put your heart into ironmaking.

Tang Fei looked at the old man wielding the hammer earnestly from the side. His aura was indeed violent, and his rhythm was very smooth. Familiarity.

After watching it for a while, Tang Fei suddenly realized, isn't this the method of that drunkard father's exertion method, Haotianzong's unique skill, the random splitting wind hammer method?
Tang Fei frowned, and thought to himself: "How could they randomly hack the Wind Hammer Technique, but do they have something to do with the Haotian School?" But he always felt something strange.

After looking at it for a while, Tang Fei finally found out where the strange thing was. The old man's method of strength really smelled like the wind hammer method. One hammer after another was more powerful than another, but he didn't add strength.

The essence of the random chopping wind hammer method is to be able to continuously superimpose strength to the limit of the body, and the way the old man swings the hammer, although it is more powerful, it is not the superposition of strength, but his own force to suppress the strength , released bit by bit, forcibly causing the result.

Tang Fei was secretly relieved. At first he wondered what the father and son had to do with Haotianzong. He thought that if he won, he wouldn't embarrass the opponent, but now he saw that it was a pirated product, so it's okay.

Soon, an hour passed, and the continuous clanging sound in the blacksmith shop was accompanied by a loud noise, and stopped. The old man put the hammer away, reached out and touched it, and wiped off the sweat on his forehead, satisfied. He stared intently at the piece of iron that had shrunk seven layers on the pliers.

Although the old man was wielding the pirated version of the wind hammer method, he was powerful and skilled. He could easily remove all the dross in the iron ore within an hour and smelt a piece of pure iron.

"Boy, how about it? It's better than that." The old man didn't expect that he could smelt pure iron within an hour when his potential exploded. He was naturally in a good mood, and he looked at Tang Fei with a smile on his breath and said.

The middle-aged man looked at the iron block, and finally let go of the boulder in his heart, with a relaxed expression on his face. Before this, he was very worried. After all, with his father's gambling luck, ten bets and nine losses are fine. The remaining one may not be able to win, but now this piece of pure iron has blocked Tang Fei's conditions for victory, not to mention that Tang Fei can also forge pure iron, even if he can forge pure iron, it is impossible to say that he is a winner. Besides, at his age, it would be nice to be able to remove the three layers of dross in the iron mine within an hour.

So he proudly said to Tang Fei: "Boy, it is impossible for you to win now, and now you have to admit defeat halfway. You only need to sweep the land in our store for three years."

Tang Fei snorted coldly: "It's not certain whether your store can be opened for three years, and besides, the outcome is not certain?"

The middle-aged man was naturally unwilling to listen to Tang Fei's cynicism, and was about to step forward to reason with him, and held him down with a thick arm.

The old man slowed down and said: "It's useless to talk more, since you don't admit defeat, then come." After speaking, he made a gesture of invitation to Tang Fei.

Tang Fei glanced at him, and took out the hammer from the space ring. After all, it was the hammer used by Title Douluo, so it must be good.

But when the middle-aged man saw Tang Fei take out the hammer, he almost laughed out loud, thinking: "You are not even a hammer for making Wuhun, why should you compete with others, why should you be so stubborn." After thinking about it, he thought How to instruct Tang Fei in the future.

Tang Fei took the hammer, picked up the iron block, burned it red, and hit the iron ore with a hammer.

When he swung the second hammer, the expression of the old man watching by him suddenly changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)