Eternal Immortal King

At this time, Song Hetong still looked like a grandmaster, and started to quarrel with Tang Ao.

"I won't say much, Hanquan has brought it, hurry up."

"The old man reminds me again, the big bow you want to refine is not a common grade, it will cause the violent tumbling of heaven and earth's spiritual energy, and it may fall into the sky at that time. You must be psychologically prepared." Song Hetong solemnly reminded.

"There's still a robbery?" Tang Ao was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there would be so many things when he wanted to practice a divine bow.

"Yes, any magical soldier who comes to the world will inevitably absorb the aura around it. When it reaches a certain level of saturation, it will interact with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. At the same time, it will be baptized by the heavens. If the transformation is successful, it will be a true magical soldier. If you fail, you may give up your previous work and become an advanced soldier, or even be directly bombarded by the heavens."

"So you have to be mentally prepared, if the magical weapon does not exist after the catastrophe, we will give up all our previous efforts."

"Will there be a catastrophe for cultivation?" Tang Ao asked rhetorically.

"Naturally, it is recorded in ancient books that as long as a person's strength reaches the level that can resonate with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, it is possible to attract heaven and earth." Song Hetong recalled and told Tang Ao what he knew.

"Heaven and earth resonate? That's too far away, what do you need to prepare for the refiner in a while?" Tang Ao asked, putting aside his distracting thoughts.

"While forging for a while, you can help me protect the law, and just do the chores by the way. The old man is coming, don't worry about coming." At this time, Song Hetong who said this was aggressive, with an irresistible majesty. , The demeanor of that old grandmaster came once again.

Song Hetong first ordered his disciples to take out eight boxes of orange lifestones and bury them in eight corners of the workshop according to eight directions, before taking out a sledgehammer with a strange shape.

The horns of the hammer resemble the sky and the earth, the whole body is black, the head is big and small, and some golden veins are carved on the surface, like some kind of text.

"This is the old man's treasure, the eight-faced town of Yuehammer, the magical soldiers of the old man's fame are made by this hammer." Song Hetong said, rubbing the sledgehammer like a lover, his eyes full of compassion. And memories of the past.

"You go to palm the fire first, don't be too hot, just burn the Wujin red." Song Hetong ordered.

Tang Ao didn't say much any more, squatting back to the boiler obediently, running the "breath-holding tactic" skillfully, pulling the bellows back and forth, and soon a raging flame ignited in the boiler.

Song Hetong called two more disciples, and the three of them fought sledgehammers and stared at the hot Ujin burning in the boiler. The fire was reflected in the pupils of the three, as if fighting spirit was ignited;

The hands of the two disciples holding the sledgehammer were sweating from time to time, and being able to participate in the refining of a divine tool was enough to brag about a lifetime for these two young refiners.

Under everyone's fiery gaze, Wujin's dark surface began to turn red, pushed and pulled dozens of times by Tang Ao, and finally became incandescent like sunlight.

"Okay! Strike the hammer!" Song Hetong gave an order and took out the larger two pieces from the ten and placed them on the anvil iron platform. One disciple clamped Wu Jin, and Song Hetong took the other disciple. The chance was a sharp hammer. .

"Ding jingle bells!"

The percussion sounded one after another, from time to time, from time to time, like light rain and pouring down; from time to time, light and sometimes heavy, like raging smoke and fighting.

Under the storm-like percussion of the hammer, Ujin became more pure, the impurities continued to become sparks and splashed out; the shape also changed from a rounded block to gradually stretched and deformed.

Song Hetong talked to Tang Ao about the steps of forging the bow, disassembling the various parts to build them, and finally re-forging them together, which can save time and avoid unnecessary troubles.

Tang Ao Dekong watched the three masters and disciples trample on the black gold nugget, and froze like a clay figurine to make the black gold nugget what they wanted.

"It looks like the part holding a bow." Tang Ao took out the tiger bone dragon string bow that he had exchanged for contribution points, and compared it with the model that was gradually taking shape.

The tiger bone jiaoxian bow is just a spirit treasure-level bow and arrow, with a maximum force of 30,000 catties. To explode the power of the sun shooting arrow soul, at least 50,000 catties of power is required, otherwise the sun shooting arrow soul is a toy, deterrent Less than one-tenth of the full power, can only be used to beat the birds, occasionally frighten people.

"Huh?" Tang Ao was attracted by the way Song Hetong and his apprentice swung the hammer. The sledgehammer drew arcs in the air, and then accurately knocked on Wujin. "That's it, the power of the waist drives the sledgehammer. , Throw an arc to offset the remaining force of the sledgehammer's counter-shock, and at the same time accumulate force to strike.

After imitating several times, Tang Ao gradually gained some experience, "Axes and hammers are both gravity-breaking weapons, so you can also transport the axe with the hammer." Then, Tang Ao showed the domineering spirit of the axe. To infuse any vitality, it is simply to slash into the air, and at the same time imitate the two masters and apprentices Song and Tong to use their waist.

After adding the temperature to the stove, Tang Ao practiced again. It looks easy, but hard to do. The axe is cumbersome. When swinging, the body will inevitably move with the center of gravity affected, and the trajectory accumulates awkwardly, making it extremely laborious to lift the axe.

After Tang Ao tried several times, he slowly grasped the main points. The trajectory of the axe's movement became more rounded; the movements of his body were also coordinated, his waist was exerted, and the axe was lifted forcefully, and the bottom plate was firm, as if taking root. same.

And as the speed of the axe increases, it drives an increase in strength. After turning dozens of times, Tang Ao made a rough estimate. This axe goes down and he doesn’t use "Nine Overlapping Wave Axes" and "Moving Heaven Meridian Diagram". This physical body alone can reach 80,000 jin of power. , The power of four elements!

"Three hundred and sixty-five lines, it is true that you need to understand and understand with your heart. How can you experience it by sitting empty on the dry mountain? No wonder the elites on the dragon and phoenix rankings like secular travel, traveling thousands of miles is like reading ten thousand books. Book." Tang Ao sighed for a while, secretly planning to finish his inner sect test before continuing his journey.

Thinking and comprehending, Song and Tong had already forged this important part of the grip and forged it with a fist-sized piece of Wujin. Under the heavy sledgehammer hit like raindrops, Ujin was stretched into a long strip, thick at one end and thin at the other, which are the two parts of the bow that exert force.

Tang Ao continued to squat by the fire, constantly blasting and adding carbon, controlling the temperature in the pot, and at the same time carefully observing Song and Tong's hammering methods to perfect his own experience.

"Don't read it, kid, there is a difference between hammering and axe after all. You have a good talent. You only need to know how to use your strength. You don't need to investigate too deeply. On the contrary, your "Seven Kills and Slaughter tactics" are unpredictable. If you have time, you should take a look at that. It’s better than wasting time studying the old man’s hammer."