Cao Erzhu laughed loudly, his body filled with heroic spirit. He threw out the huge forging table and tool hammer from the ring, and then poured out a mountain of mine.

After everything was prepared, he placed the big stone bucket, but began to hesitate from where to get water...

"Gurgling, gurgling~"

At this moment, the water in the stone bucket overflowed and gurgled out. The energy inside was pure, and it felt better to use for quenching than the water used in Dad's blacksmith shop!

"Is it enough?"

The water ghost squinted his eyes and looked at the child with a smile.

"Enough, enough!"

Cao Erzhu nodded heavily, feeling as if something he had studied for more than ten or twenty years, without knowing whether it was correct or not, was affirmed by the seniors.

They are all looking at me.

They all like blacksmithing.

If you like blacksmithing, you are a man!

"I'll give you what I'm good at."

Cao Erzhu drank heavily, took off his upper body clothes, picked up a sledgehammer, took the fine iron and began to forge it.

His movements are skillful and regular, and every step has been tempered, as perfect as a puppet of heaven who specializes in blacksmithing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Drawing materials, hammering, precision forging, shaping, quenching...

The ruins of God, which had been quiet for a long time, heard the rhythmic sound of iron knocking. Mr. Sang and the water ghost gradually became fascinated.

Feng Yujin glanced back, not wanting to agree with this group of people's outrageous pastime when they were bored, and continued to refine Momo.

Soon, the two elders of Sang Shui pulled away and looked at each other, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

Heaven and man are one!

This big kid, just by his concentration on hammering, can also bring him to the realm of harmony between man and nature!

"This talent, tsk, no wonder their family is enlightened everywhere."

"No, it's not just talent. Que Leihan may have been nourished by his concentration. For twenty years, his success is not unreasonable." Mr. Sang saw more.

People in specific environments will of course develop specific personalities.

He couldn't give high marks to Que Leihan's training plan for Cao Erzhu, but he knew that this was the limit of what he and his son could achieve in that environment.

Within the rules, perfection is achieved.

This is very abnormal. Not everyone can cultivate this kind of concentration.

The sound of hammering continued for half a day, and all the fine iron the size of a millstone was struck by Cao Erzhu.

Not a single cent of spiritual energy was used in the whole process, all relying on recklessness.

Even the splicing and forging of fine iron relies on the high temperature caused by pure flint - even if it is clicked with thunder, the fine iron can be melted directly.

Cao Erzhu did not do this.

Maybe Quirehan didn't allow him to do it.

But now, with no one to supervise him, he had already used only a tool hammer and a forging table to smash fine iron into weapons.

"A hard knock..."

The water ghost was a little shocked.

There is no complicated casting process, just relying on brute force to smash the huge iron embryo into a small knife.

There are no additional tools for shaping, etc. It all depends on the skill of the hammer in hand, controlling the iron block to become the shape Erzhu wants.

"Speed ​​control, power control, reaction control..."

Mr. Sang murmured in a low voice, with a twinkle in his eye: "If Tiejiao is his enemy, he can contain the opponent with just the hammering technique. The point is to use this technique to train his combat awareness."

"But the iron embryo has no life..." The water ghost looked away.

Mr. Sang shook his head: "The iron embryo has no life, but starting from the uncertain variables of the first hammer-iron impact, every subsequent ejection of the iron embryo is life, and the hammer method to control this life is, in the final analysis,

Taking advantage of the situation...isn't it the best interpretation of combat consciousness to take advantage of the situation?"

"Use a hammer to forge iron, and use iron to forge people." The water ghost nodded, with an approving tone, "Quirehan, there is something."

Uncle Sang glanced at Uncle Water Ghost.

Queirahan has something?

Who are you to dare to say this?

"become!"

With a final quenching sound, Cao Erzhu carefully took out the dagger with the gradually tempered blade and handed it to his two uncles.

When the water ghost took it, he couldn't see any spiritual energy on it. Could it be that he was returning to his original nature?

"What kind of knife is this?"

"The butcher's knife, I have special skills, hehe." Erzhu scratched his head.

Kill, kill a pig?

The water ghost was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyelids to look: "Literally?"

"What does it mean literally..."

Cao Erzhu muttered, pointed at the knife and said: "The knife I forged is very good at killing pig thieves. Uncle Yang likes it best... Oh yes, Uncle Yang is the pig butcher in the town. He kills all the pigs in the town, and the wolves too.

, and cows, oh, and sheep... so many, so many."

The water ghost was dumbfounded, so it was really just a butcher's knife, not even a tenth-grade spiritual weapon?

"This is no worse than the tenth grade."

Mr. Sang took the butcher's knife, turned it over with his left hand, and pulled out a tenth-grade spiritual sword.

The spiritual sword strikes the butcher's knife, and the butcher's knife curls its edge, and so does the spiritual sword.

If you look closely, you will see that some of the formation patterns branded on the body of the Spirit Sword are all worn out and are obviously half-used.

A few more chops.

What was broken was not a pig-killing knife, but a tenth-grade spiritual sword.

Cao Erzhu's face was not very good-looking, and he was a little unhappy, because the pig-killing knife he had worked so hard to make was ruined by Uncle Sang in just a few breaths.

"you……"

"Sorry, I tried it without your consent." Mr. Sang smiled apologetically at him.

Cao Erzhu waved his hand quickly, a little embarrassed: "It's okay, it's okay, Uncle Sang can just play with it."

Mr. Sang touched the butcher's knife with a curled edge and looked at it intently, not knowing what he was thinking.

The butcher's knife is one foot long, the forearm is long, and the palm is wide. It is a bit larger than the normal size of the butcher's knife, as if it is customized for special people.

"Besides that Uncle Yang, who else goes to your blacksmith shop to order knives or other weapons?"

"rare……"

Cao Erzhu scratched the back of his head and recalled, "The quality of the demand in the town was not high, so I could finish it casually. There was nothing special except the large quantity."

Erzhu knew that Uncle Sang would definitely ask about those special ones, and finally said: "On the contrary, Dad occasionally sends me some special orders. He always goes to meet some guests when I don't know."

guest……

Do guests really exist, or are guests human beings?

Sang Lao smiled and didn't ask more about what a "special order" was.

Thinking about it with your toes, you know that it would be very troublesome for Cao Erzhu to explain, and he probably wouldn't understand it either.

And there is a high probability that this is the time for Que Leihan to really train Cao Erzhu. He asked straight to the point:

"Will God of Punishment and Tribulation be used?"

Cao Erzhu opened his mouth in shock, as if seeing a god: "It will be useful..."

"Can't do your best?"

Cao Erzhu's eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if he had seen a ghost: "My father said that we should practice the method of punishing the gods and punishing the tribulations, but we can't vent the punishments of the gods and punishing tribulations..."

The water ghost looked at Cao Erzhu, then at Old Man Sang, and touched his chin with interest, "How about me?"

Old Sang seemed to open his eyes behind his back, glanced back at the water ghost with a groan, and finally said:

"You used Ling Yuan to forge weapons, and at the same time you were practicing the knives and other things you forged during the God of Punishment and Tribulation. None of them were successful, so your father took them away in advance?"

"Maybe he's stuck at the last step. Do you think he will stand up and deny you when it's almost done?"

Bang!

The hammer hit the ground.
To be continued...