World Douluo in the town of Douluo

Chapter 12 Can I Try?
As he spoke, Lin Ye politely handed out the small bucket of beer he was holding.

But seeing Lin Ye's actions, Tang San hastily declined: "No! No! You're too polite!"

"You and Grandpa Jack have helped us so much, and we have always deserved it. Now that we can help you, we are too happy. We don't need anything from you. Don't worry, what do you want to build? I will definitely do my best to help you!"

But compared to Tang San, Tang Hao was very rude.

Seeing the wine in Lin Ye's hand, Tang Hao stepped forward to take the beer, put the small wooden barrel on the table, and asked, "What do you want to build?"

"dad!!"

On the side, seeing Tang Hao's actions, Tang San could only feel his whole face panicked with embarrassment.

But Tang Hao's character is like this, Tang San can only sigh helplessly in his heart.

"I want to make a sword. If possible, Uncle Tang Hao, you can make it according to the drawing."

While speaking, Lin Ye took out a folded white paper, opened it, and handed it to Tang Hao.

What is painted on it is the general appearance of Xuanyuan Sword.

"I see."

After receiving the blueprint, Tang Hao glanced at Lin Ye with thoughtful eyes, but he still nodded.

"I can make your sword, but in the morning I will teach Xiaosan how to forge iron, and I will start to make it for you in the afternoon. You can get this sword tomorrow."

Putting the blueprint on the table casually, pressing a corner with a wooden barrel containing ale, Tang Hao said.

"Okay, but can I stay here and watch you strike iron?"

Lin Ye nodded, looked at Tang San who was forging iron, but asked again.

After practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu, Lin Ye's strength has improved a lot.

Seeing that Tang San could strike iron, Lin Ye suddenly wanted to try.

But if you want to try it, you can't be so direct. Before you try, you must first observe and observe.

"casual."

Tang Hao felt a little strange about Lin Ye's request, but he remained indifferent.

It's just teaching his son how to forge iron, and there's no ulterior secret in it, so Tang Hao won't refuse others to watch.

Although in the process of teaching his son to forge, he will reveal a lot of blacksmithing skills.

But these skills are actually just skills, and do not involve deeper things.

Even if other people learn it, what they can get is very limited.

After all, a hammer-type martial soul without matching skills is actually not very useful after learning the skills of using a hammer.

"Thank you, Uncle Tang Hao."

Lin Ye thanked him politely, then walked to the side where he could see the blacksmith, and began to watch.

But Tang Hao nodded noncommittally, and continued to urge Tang San to strike iron.

"Don't want other things, focus on it, continue to strike the iron, and hit this iron to the size of a fist!"

Looking at Tang San who was still a little absent-minded, Tang Hao pointed to the iron block in front of Tang San that was already reddened by flames and was about the size of a human head, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Dad, I see!"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San took a deep breath and calmed down.

Holding the wrought iron hammer beside him again, Tang San exploded with all his strength, lifted it high, then swung it down heavily, hitting the iron block, time and time again.

Suddenly, there was a dull sound of "clang!", "clang!"

However, it is too difficult to forge a block of iron the size of a human head to the size of a fist.
Most blacksmiths probably couldn't do it in a short time, let alone Tang San.

Even though Tang San kept raising the forging hammer high, then swung it down heavily, hitting the iron block again and again.

But with all his strength, he just punched out depressions of different depths on the iron block.

It looks like a small meteorite with pits and hollows, but the size of the iron block has not changed much.

"You should rest for a while. If you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that even if you fight for three months, you won't be able to beat this piece of iron to the size of your fist."

In the process of constantly hammering the iron block with all his strength, Tang San was sweating profusely and panting unknowingly, but after working so hard for so long, there was still not much effect. Tang Hao couldn't help frowning and shook his head. Shaking his head, he said.

"How to forge iron, let me show you!"

After finishing speaking, Tang Hao stepped forward to pull Tang San down, held the forging hammer himself, and said in a deep voice while demonstrating.

"Forging iron is not simply holding a wrought iron hammer and swinging it up and down. This method is the most stupid. Not only is it easy to get tired, but the strength it can exert is also the lowest!"

"The correct way to strike iron is not simply to use the strength of the arms, but to use the strength of the whole body, starting from the two calves, to the waist and abdomen, then to the back, and finally to the arms, so that the strength runs through the whole body and is injected into the wrought iron. Hammer, so that you can "throw" the wrought iron hammer in a circle."

"In this way, hitting the iron block continuously can produce the greatest effect, instead of just mechanically holding the wrought iron hammer with your hand, lifting the wrought iron hammer and swinging it down."

While explaining, Tang Hao held the wrought iron hammer and began to practice.

I saw Tang Hao standing upright, his feet clinging to the ground as if they were rooted, and after a while of drinking, his figure suddenly rose,
The power seems to burst out from the legs suddenly, and flow to the body, from the waist and abdomen, to the back, and finally to the arms.

With a shout, Tang Hao swung the wrought iron hammer high from the ground, made a circle in the air, swung it down heavily, and slammed the wrought iron hammer onto the iron block.

"clang!!!"

With a deafening bang, Tang Hao's blow actually directly smashed a cylindrical depression one foot deep on the iron block the size of a human head.

This is half of a wrought iron hammer that was directly smashed and embedded in it!

Seeing the scene in front of them, both Lin Ye and Tang San couldn't help being shocked.

He even smashed half of the wrought iron hammer into the red-hot iron block. Even Lin Ye couldn't do such a fierce blow.

Maybe Lin Ye could penetrate the iron block so deep with the Xuanyuan Sword Wuhun, but to smash such a heavy wrought iron hammer with a flat surface so deep, it requires not only powerful strength, but also extremely skilled skills !
"Now try it."

After continuing to swing the wrought iron hammer a few times, and after demonstrating a few times, Tang Hao put down the wrought iron hammer, took a step back, and said to Tang San.

"it is good!"

Walking back to the red-hot iron block, Tang San took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In my mind, I began to recall the technique my father Tang Hao had just said, and moved my body, at the same time, I stretched out my hand to hold the wrought iron hammer.

"The strength flows from the legs, to the waist, to the back, and finally through the arms, pouring into the forging hammer..."

Tang San meditated in his heart, his body seemed to be floating in the water, his legs were tense, his figure gradually rose, the power began to pass through the legs, flowed through the waist, to the back, and finally passed through the arms, pouring into the forging hammer.

"drink!"

As the strength of the whole body entered the forging hammer, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

Then, in an instant, he swung the wrought iron hammer high in his hand, and then slammed it down heavily on the red-hot iron block in front of him.

"clang!"

Compared to other times, this time, Tang San actually smashed a bowl-sized depression on the iron block,

This shocked Tang San, and he continued to swing the wrought iron hammer.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

……

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing continuously resounded through the blacksmith shop.

Under Tang San's continuous pounding with the hammer, on the red-hot iron block, depressions the size of the mouth of a bowl began to appear one after another,

And in the continuous hammering, the volume of the iron block began to gradually decrease.

But Tang San still couldn't fully master the skills taught by Tang Hao after all.

In constantly swinging the hammer, Tang San's correct posture for exerting force is actually only half.

As time passed, Tang San couldn't help but couldn't hold on anymore.

"stop!"

Seeing that Tang San was sweating profusely, even the hand that swung the forging hammer trembled a little, Tang Hao couldn't help frowning, and shouted.

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San stopped, put the wrought iron hammer on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"Go and take a break, drink a few sips of water, and continue after the rest."

Looking at Tang San, Tang Hao frowned and said.

On the other side, seeing Tang San put down the wrought iron hammer, Lin Ye couldn't help but move his eyes slightly, stepped forward suddenly, and asked, "Uncle Tang Hao, can I try?"

(End of this chapter)