Douluo's personal pendant

"Master Qingxu, I want to give you a monkey."

However, the shouting did not last long. It seemed to be too embarrassing, and they stopped quickly one by one. The scene suddenly fell silent, one by one listening to the continuous sound of iron strikes from under the stage.

Tang Fei threw the 200th piece of the ultimate pure iron aside, stretched his waist, and looked back at the pile of iron blocks that had piled up into a slope, and there was only a small pile of iron ore left, which was once again powerful for himself. The body and the strong spirit power were surprised. After working hard for so long, he didn't even feel tired at all. He just subconsciously formed a habit when he stretched his waist.

After taking a short break, he looked at the four colors that were continuously exuding in front of Mr. Qingxu, who was still sitting cross-legged, and after scanning the people around him, he was ready to start the final work.

Tang Fei bent down and picked up two palm-sized iron blocks, and stacked them. The giant hammer in his hand swung and smashed, and the two iron blocks intersected. Once he swung the hammer and smashed the two iron blocks into one piece. Then he kept repeating the same work, pinching the iron blocks to fix them, smashing them, connecting them together, loosening the pliers, and smashing them into one piece again, repeating the same work continuously.

Soon after a while finally passed, Tang Fei put down the hammer in his hand, glanced with satisfaction and turned into a black iron block, secretly satisfied, and saw that the pretender in front also stood up, and the stove had disappeared. , There were four liquids floating beside him, and spirit power wrapped these four liquids to ensure that they would not be solidified in contact with the air.

The mask slowly disappeared, Tang Fei raised his head, deafening screams sounded in his ears, the male host was strong, and the loud voice resounded throughout the stage.

"End of the first stage"

Chapter 20 Refining Competition (6)

After the host announced the end of the first stage, some stubbornly walked towards the entrance with tears in their eyes.Some people hold their heads high, with a faint smile on their faces, as if they are full of breasts.Some frowned, touched their chins, looking down at the unfinished work, looking down in thought, as if thinking about what to do next.

Tang Fei stretched his waist, sat down, and when he was observing his surroundings left and right, a gentle voice sounded in his ears, as if he had always been aloof and arrogant.

"what."

The voice came from the front, Tang Fei turned his head to look, and the young man Qingxu watched him, and the two Rao eyes met in the air.

Young Master Qingxu looked at Tang Fei with a slightly surprised expression, and looked at Tang Fei with some curiosity. As a man with a perennial pretense and high-value appearance, his knowledge of handsome is much higher than that of ordinary people. With a very high vision, there are too few people who can make him think handsome or beautiful.

But even if Tang Fei in front of him was trying to cut down on the opponent, looking for the bad parts of Tang Fei, he still had to admit that Tang Fei's appearance was on the same level as him. It was different from the weird white T-shirt and black shorts, which contained the starry sky. The look in the eyes, the tall nose, almost all the words that describe handsome or beautiful people in the world can be applied to Tang Fei.

Tang Fei also watched the son Qingxu in front. When son Qingxu appeared, he did not observe the opponent carefully. After the opponent landed, he kept his back to him. Now that son Qingxu turned around, he also had to admit that he was in front of him. This guy is really handsome, but his appearance is second. The main reason is that he has a kind of immortal, independent, arrogant temperament on him. This temperament is as fatal to those casual girls or really romantic young women. poison.

But in Tang Fei's eyes, this guy is pretending to be coercive. Same-sex repulsion can be seen everywhere. It is impossible for a handsome guy to have a good impression of another handsome guy. Just after observing each other for a while, both of them have a bad opinion of each other.

Young Master Qingxu spoke first and looked at Tang Fei who was sitting on the ground: "I didn't expect that there could be people like you in this remote part of Notting City."

The seemingly complimenting language was full of mockery of Tang Fei's birth in a remote place in Notting City, as well as the pride of coming from a big city.

If it is a normal person, he will definitely be angry and want to argue with the other party, but Tang Fei is only six years old now. Although he can't hear the other party's ridicule, he doesn't care at all. After all, he is not from Notting City, he comes from the Holy Soul. The village, where is poorer than Notting City, but who called his father Hao Douluo, the mountain is not high, the immortal is the name, the water is not deep, the dragon is the spirit.

The strong self-confidence, coupled with the psychological age of more than 20 years old, made Tang Fei not pay attention to Young Master Qingxu, so he closed his eyes and sat there.

When Young Master Qingxu saw Tang Fei ignored him, he was the focus of everyone's eyes. Everywhere he walked, he was surrounded by a group of people who were naturally angry and angry. He snorted coldly, turned his back, and sat down cross-legged.

Twenty minutes passed very quickly. Before the second round of the game, people walked back one after another in the entrance. When the host announced the start of the second stage, the light curtain rose again to separate the sound, forget it. The sound is separated on one side, that is, the outside sound cannot be heard inside, but the inside sound can be heard outside.

Tang Fei stood up and looked around. He found that some people had already withdrawn from the game and a large area was vacant. However, he didn't bother to think about why those people gave up. He looked at the big black iron on the iron pier. Chung, his face lifted the hammer blankly.

One after another, the hammer is on it, and it is faster and heavier. If there is not so much talk in the scene, the audience can hear a very rhythmic percussion, just like heavy metal music, every time The sonorous sound pierced the audience's hearts, beating with the audience's hearts.

In the second stage, Tang Fei began to use the random splitting wind hammer method. In the previous ironmaking, it was not that he did not want to use it. Although it was possible, it was unnecessary. He had the skills of a god-level blacksmith and a monster-like body. Skills to speed up the iron smelting time, although the random splitting wind hammer method can speed up the speed, but it will not take long, but every time the iron ore is changed, the rhythm will be interrupted.

Tang Fei kept beating the iron block, and in a blink of an eye he had accumulated the power of a hundred hammers. His weaker arm than other blacksmiths caused muscles to bulge because of the constant swing of the hammer. The hammer hit the iron block with an indomitable momentum. On top, gradually compress a piece of iron that was originally 30 cm thick.

On the high stage, Wang Yi introduced the rules of the second phase of the competition.

"Dear spectators, the second stage of the competition has begun, and the players have started to work step by step. The difference between this stage and the previous stage is that in the previous stage, the players were allowed to play freely and deal with the materials themselves, but only set the time. This stage not only stipulates the time, but also requires the players to have a formed weapon in their hands before the time ends."

"If you can't have a mature weapon before the game, you will be eliminated."

Of these weapons, Tang Fei would choose to do it with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes and hooks. Of course, he chose not to do one. He didn't intend to be an offensive weapon. He planned to be a shield and an indestructible shield.

It is said that during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period, Zhao Guoren sold weapons at the bazaar. He had a spear that could pierce all defenses in the world, and he had a shield that could withstand all attacks. Tang Fei believed that since he was a spear and then a shield, The spear can be said to pierce all defenses before the shield, obviously excluding the shield, but the shield is said to be able to withstand all attacks after the spear, so in summary, the shield is greater than the spear and is equivalent to the shield. Greater than all attacks, and equivalent to the shield is greater than all attack weapons.

So Tang Fei chose to make a shield, but in fact the above were all bullshit. What really restricted Tang Fei was actually a material issue. Although he had a god-level blacksmith's attainments, it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. He had no place to obtain those precious materials.

Although he can smelt iron ore into the ultimate pure iron, but that is just to increase the hardness of the iron nugget, so that it can reach the hardest and hardest condition of the iron nugget, but the iron nugget may not be the hardest and hardest. Some other simple and easy-to-handle materials.

What's more, if you want to refine an offensive weapon, it’s not simply hard work. Just like refining a gun, you need not only a hard, sharp and durable gun head, but also a gun that is adjusted according to various schools of marksmanship. The gun body, such as the Overlord gun, needs an extremely hard wooden gun body.

As for Liu's father and son already Tang Fei, in addition to ordinary iron ore, where there are other materials, even if it is a bit stronger than ordinary iron ore, they can only get a little bit, which is not useful at all.

As a result, Tang Fei was forced to choose to forge weapons that did not require much material. Although he could also choose to forge armor, the process was more troublesome. In summary, shields were the best option.

While Tang Fei was struggling to strike iron, others also began to forge their own weapons.

On the stage in front of Tang, Young Master Qingxu sacrificed the Universe Blazing Furnace again, and put four different metallic liquids into the heart and wings. His face was not as easy as before, his eyes were full of seriousness, and his face was full serious.

And the other two of the four people that the audience paid more attention to, the iron-boned old man from the Star Luo Empire, swallowed the previously refined materials together, and the other bald-headed man was a bit embarrassed. They were all beating the Star Iron, and at the beginning they could make a little dent, but after ten minutes, no matter how he increased his strength, or even using the spirit ring, he couldn't shake the Star Iron at all.

The brawny bald man was looking anxious at this time. The sun shone on his sweat-drenched bald head, reflecting dazzling light. He constantly waved the diamond hammer and hit the star iron, but no matter how hard he tried, even under his body. A large pool of sweat has accumulated, but the stars and iron birds are not like him, like those licking dogs who try to please the goddess but get no response.

Time passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, the sun had already risen from the highest point of the sky and began to show a downward trend. There were only five minutes left in the two-hour game. Some people have already touched their hard work, and some are full of energy. Sweating quickly, some people have eyes full of holes, numbness, hesitation, doubting life.

Tang Fei slammed the last bulge in with a strong hammer. He panted slightly and put down the hammer in his hand. When it was almost two, he kept using the random splitting wind hammer method, stacking at least five thousand hammers. He did not reach the limit of his body, but it still caused a little burden on his body, but after putting down the hammer, he felt a warm current in his body wandering through his body. He knew that profound art was working and his soul power was wandering in his body. Repair body damage and restore fatigue.

His body will recover in about ten minutes.

Regardless of his body, after taking a few breaths, Tang Fei picked up the buckler-like shield on the iron pier that resembled the buckler in the hands of Captain America in the previous Marvel movies. The size and thickness of the piece in his hand was the same as that in Captain America’s hand. The blocks are the same, but the surface color is different. His black and painted block is not beautiful at all.

Tang Fei put it on his hand, waved it, and found it was quite easy. Yu Guang accidentally glanced at the front. The cross-seat young man Qingxu had already stood up and opened the stove. A handle of twenty centimeters emitting four kinds of light The long dagger flew out of the furnace, Young Master Qing Xu put away the martial soul, reached out and grabbed the dagger in his hand.

After being caught by him, the light on the dagger faded, revealing the silver-white blade and the pitch-black handle. It seemed that someone was peeking at him. He turned and looked around and saw Tang Fei wearing a pitch-black shield in his hand, with a sneer on his face. The color.

Chapter 21 Refining Competition (7)

"No, let me go, I'm okay, I'm okay."

Tang Fei was waving the shield in his hand when he heard a loud noise coming from the side. Looking back, a bald-headed man was being pulled by a guard wearing a silver white holding a sharp weapon.

"Let go of Lao Tzu."

The brawny bald man shook his body and shook off the person who was holding him. He picked up the golden hammer with diamonds on both ends, and beat the unaltered star iron mine on the iron pier. His eyes were crazy with expression. With ferociousness.

There was a loud noise from the audience, discussing what happened in the venue.

The middle-aged store manager in a black robe with a sharp beak and a hooked nose opened his eyes, the middle-aged shopkeeper in a black robe with a sharp beak and hooked nose opened his eyes, and he stood up. When he got up, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if a beast in the jungle had encountered a prey that he could play with.

"Bishop, City Lord, I'll take care of it." The black robe shopkeeper bent slightly to salute the bishop who was frowning, and said.

The bishop touched his white beard, his brows stretched slightly, and he nodded, while the city lord was looking blankly at the noisy surroundings. This instrument refining contest was so boring that he fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes and felt that the corners of his mouth were a bit damp, and quickly wiped off the drunken crystals from the corners of his mouth. Even the black robe shop manager called him.

However, the store manager didn't care about the opinions of the city lord in this city. After getting the consent of the bishop, he flew out with a light step on the floor, and in the blink of an eye he reached the bald head who was waving a hammer crazily and sweating profusely.

The black robe shop manager looked at him and said coldly: "This player, you have already lost the qualification."

His voice was like an ice spring under the Nine Netherworlds, making the body of the person who heard it cold from the heart. The guards surrounding the brawny man saw his arrival and hurriedly retreated, leaving the stage to the black The robe shop manager and the bald brawny man.

The bald-headed man also heard the voice of the black-robed shopkeeper, turned his head and yelled at him with wide-eyed eyes: "Get out of my way." After that, he turned his head to deal with the star iron ore in his hand.