Commanding Wind and Cloud

35 pounds of hammer, this little warrior said it was light? Did he think he was fighting with a hammer? Killing the enemy all at once? It's ironing! Hit the iron! You have to hit it one after the other, and you can knock on the pig iron continuously.

Flaming shook his head and sighed and patted his shoulders with enthusiasm: "Young man, it seems that you really haven't hit iron, you go. I want to recruit experienced blacksmiths."

"Boss." Standing energetically, he pointed his finger at the hundred-pound hammer in Fleming's hand: "I want to borrow your hammer to strike iron."

"What?" Franklin looked up at the drive, wondering if his hearing was out of order. The young man opened his mouth to use his hammer?

The blacksmiths around me also forgot to laugh for a while. Since the establishment of Fleming's Iron Shop, there have been students from every session of Auckland College. There are almost all kinds of people, but no one will choose Fleming. This hammer.

Huge hammer head, heavy hammer rod, as long as it is not a fool, when you see such a hammer, you know that the weight is not small.

"Boy, we were angry with laughter? Then you don't have to choose such a heavy hammer to save face?"

的 The blacksmiths who recovered from surprise, set off a louder laughter than any previous round of laughter.

"Let me try 呗." The energy is still that indifferent expression.

Franlin shook his head with a bitter smile, and now the young man is increasingly unaware of the size of the outside world. He smiled and handed out the hammer and said, "It's very heavy, I hit my foot carefully, or I took it with both hands. it is good."

She shook her head with a smile and eagerly extended her right hand to pick up the hammer. It was still the same sentence: "Let me try it."

Franlin looked at the young man who didn't know the height of the earth, and silently handed the hammer to his palm.

With a hammer of a hundred pounds in hand, the motivated arm sank slightly down, and stopped falling, holding it firmly in his hand.

"Oh……"

A surprised whisper sounded among the crowd, and even a few people made a chilling sound of air sucking. The blacksmiths' faces waited to see the energy and ugly smiles congealed for a moment, and the original expectation turned into a bubble.

He energetically weighed the hammer in his hand, about 110 pounds, which is much lighter than the hammer in the endless world. Although it is slightly heavy in the hand, it is still easy to use. Better than a thirty pound hammer.

Franlin was a bit surprised. The heavy smithy can only be used by himself. I didn't expect that the young man looked hard in the hand. Such a power, not even the fighters in the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, not many can do it. Did he use the fight? I don't know how many fighters this young man is?

With enthusiasm, pick up the iron pliers next to the anvil, clamp the iron **** that has been burned to the whole body, and gently put it on the iron felt. The hundred-pound hammer hitting the right hand suddenly lifted, and fell quickly. The sound of a "wheeze" sounded like a strong wind blowing out of thin air, and the huge hammer hit a black light, like a star falling from the air and hitting the hot red iron embryo heavily.

Huh!

The thrashing hammer hit the iron embryo, and the hot sparks splattered like gorgeous fireworks, and the sound of the metal collision sounded like a thunder.

笑 The blacksmiths whose smiling faces have long been solidified, seeing this scene, almost at the same time, slightly opened their mouths. This kid is from the blacksmith family? The hammer was not just a blacksmith who just hit it!

Xun's enthusiasm did not care about the reaction of the people around him. The hammer that had fallen in his hands had already been lifted up again, and the wind-chirping momentum brought by him once again severely hit the iron embryo placed on the anvil.

The cricket was another almost harsh metal impact, and Franlin's eyes, which were just admiration at first, suddenly added a surprise.

this is? Franlin felt his brother Francis hitting his elbow, looked up, and found that Francis' eyes were also confused and surprised.

Like warriors and magicians, the world of blacksmiths also has its own level. Most blacksmiths usually spend their entire lives just like other blacksmiths in the yard and become apprentices of blacksmiths.

But when the level of blacksmith reaches a certain level, after a certain assessment and measurement, you can become a first-class blacksmith!

After leaving the blacksmith apprenticeship and becoming a first-class blacksmith, this identity immediately changed. The quality of the weapons and armors that were cast was completely different from the blacksmith apprenticeship!

Franlin and Francis are first-class blacksmiths, and they are almost the most famous blacksmiths in the entire city of Auckland. They have a vision that is many times higher than other blacksmith apprentices.

Fleming is convinced that the two times when the hammer was just struck, there is no change at all in the height of the raised hammer or the line when it was dropped. The photo magic in Chinese played this action twice.

Three times ... five times ... ten times ... thirty times ...

The backyard of the smithy has fallen into an unprecedented quietness. Although the blacksmith apprentices can't see what the level of energy and ability to strike iron is, they can also see that this is clever and definitely not a novice.

Flanlin breathed a breath of cold in the gap between his teeth, and his eyes were normal from the original size, glaring to double the size of his usual eyes. Appreciation became a surprised look, and it had already completely turned into shock!

Franci's throat knot moved up and down, and her eyes were the same.

Fifty times of forging, the same height, the same swift force of hammering, the precise route seems to have a track that has been restricted for a long time, and the spark that blooms with each strike is so gorgeous and unique, in cooperation with that Stable rhythm ...

"This is ..." Franlin watched his brother Francis surprised with a three-point questioning tone: "A blacksmith?"

Franci's subconscious nodded again and again, guessing that the drive in front of her was really a student of Auckland Magic and Warriors Academy? Are you sure it's not an ironsmith from the blacksmith family? How old is this child? Blacksmiths, like warriors and magic, need talent! So young that I have the power of a blacksmith, what warrior is he going to do? Be a blacksmith! It must have a brilliant future!

100 hammers ... 150 hammers ...

Energetic as if tirelessly slamming the iron embryo that keeps getting smaller, sweat soaking the clothes on the body as if the whole person fell into the water tank and was taken out.

Two hundred hammers!

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