The Nine Godheads

Finally, everything was ready, and Hong Xiaobao once again took out the mysterious irons and hammered them again.

So it is very rare to hammer a number of dark orange black iron on an anvil. Everyone is a blacksmith. I can see it with gusto. Many people also see itchy. I can’t wait to go straight to Hong Xiaobao. handle.

It continued until the day was completely dark, and Hong Xiaobao had all the black irons together. Just look back and look at it. There are almost 20 people in the air. The black pressure is crowded in the yard. I immediately have a joy: "Hey! How many people are there to observe and learn?"

Newcomers don’t know how to watch and learn. They are all face to face. Hong Xiaobao doesn’t care about them. He pushes a piece of black iron into the fire and pulls the bellows.

call--

call--

The violent fire tongue once again emerged, the old officials were already numb, and the new spectators started a new round of shock:

"My God! This is a great strength!"

"The strength of this arm is at least a thousand pounds!"

"This is awkward," the old spectator seems to feel that he is already on the side of Hong Xiaobao. Mysteriously said: "You will watch, and you will be surprised at the back!"

After a fragrant high temperature, Hong Xiaobao once again took out the orange black iron. Today is the real time for forging!

At the moment, the black iron block was placed on the anvil, and a new round of forging began.

clang--

As soon as I hammered it down, it was a dull "squeaky". The entire yard was slightly shocked, and the fine dust under the big anvil filled it.

clang--

clang--

"Scorpio, this old brother is not going to take a break?"

"This will make people tired!"

The newcomers are all in shock. Some people who secretly think that Hong Xiaobao’s hammering method has no rules and regulations have seen so many people have no voice, and the governor is abnormal, and there is no saying.

"You pay attention to this man's hammer method," the old spectator served as a temporary commentary: "Although it is very messy, it seems that there is no rule, but every hammer is hammered at the key point... According to Li shop owner, this Most likely related to a famous 'mad magic hammer method'..."

Needless to say, the blacksmiths immediately saw the difference. Others did not say that this hard and very mysterious iron was rapidly forming on the hands of Hong Xiaobao.

just……

Everyone's face is a bit weird. They don't know what the odds are.

"But I don't know what kind of strange weapon this person wants to build, like a hammer and a shield... Have you seen it?"

"I don't know. Oh, Zhang Li, you don't quite understand the weapon. What is this?"

"This style is really weird. Although I know a lot of weapons, I have never seen a similar shape."

"How do I look at it... like a pot?" A man couldn't help himself, and said.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Yes, it was like a pot. Everyone saw this like a pot, but it was definitely a kind of strange weapon. That is not as good as a staff! Yes, it is mental retardation!

"Hahaha, you are so funny, do you think someone will make a pot with black iron?"

"Oh, too," the man touched his head, quite embarrassed, but the brain circuit is normal and will not make such a shocking thing.

Only the people quickly silenced.

Although I don't want to admit it, it is more and more like a pot!

This doesn't make sense!

The dispute between the people is also becoming more and more fierce, and it is clearly divided into two factions: "Is this not a pot", and "Which neuropathy will use the black iron pot".

"This is not what the pot is?"

"Ha-ha! You want to tell me that Leiyin City is the most mad weapon in the past few years?"

"Oh... brother, sorry to bother you," just as the blacksmith was about to fight, one couldn’t help but ask: "Although it’s rude, I still want to ask, brother, you have to do this. A bite...pot?"

The joy of Hong Xiaobao's successful face-lifting has already vanished in the disputes of the people. At this moment, he is really gray, and his face has already become gray--that is, the color of the common rock, he worked hard, restrainedly, Very politely, saying:

"Well, yes. This is a pot." At the end, the voice softly added: "Pan."

"..." Everyone is stunned.

"Flat... Pan!!??"

"What a joke?!"

"A hundred pounds of black iron, made a pan!?"

"You made a pan!?"

Is there a difference between taking a thousand miles and pulling a mill? wrong! More excessive!

"It's too wasteful! This... It's too wasteful! Oh! Hey... how is this!" The old blacksmiths are all sighing and sighing. They want to say everything is merged into a "唉", which is extremely bitter, like Hong Xiaobao. The ruin is the same thing about him.

More people are trembled, and in the eyes of the blacksmith, the mysterious iron is a baby! The kind of baby that I have to offer, but now someone actually took this baby to make a pot: "Are you sick?" The blacksmith angered at Hong Xiaobao. "Are you crazy?"

"Do you mean that the pot is made of black iron?" Some people who continue to pour into the yard are not blacksmiths. Although there is no such feeling as a blacksmith, the value of the black iron naturally knows that they are all amazing. "After a hundred pounds of black iron, even if it is searched from the hands of the monks, then at least two thousand five hundred crystals, Tianzhu! This is the atmosphere!"

"It is already extravagant to spend two or thirty Lingjing to make a weapon. He...has he actually made so many pots with so many Lingjing?"

"This is not the atmosphere! This is a defeat!"

......

"Have this been awkward?" Hong Xiaobao was so happy. He loved to do what they were doing. They wanted them to be here. The moment they deliberately smirked: "Man, poverty limits your imagination, my brother, my family. The manger is made of black iron! This pot is for you, that is something that you can't earn for a lifetime. For Xiaoye, I... oh..." Hong Xiaobao smiled lowly: "That is a month's pocket money."

"you!"

"you……"

Everyone is being shackled, and a partial rebuttal is not allowed. The phrase "Poverty limits your imagination" is really heart-warming!

The nine cds in the audience were tortured by the monthly supply of ten Lingjing every month. It is really impossible to imagine what Hong Xiaobao did!

Looking at everyone's expression of eating flies, Hong Xiaobao's heart is so cool, it is this group of monks who have been screaming forever, and are annoyed, now it is a city.

"Attention!" The voice of the old man suddenly sounded, "Beginning to be a fire!"