Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

"This is?"

Tang San looked into the distance with some surprise.

I saw Brother Feng waving a hammer and striking a piece of raw iron.

Every time the hammer is swung down and hit on the raw iron, it will cause a shock and sparks will scatter in all directions.

After the hammer hit the original iron, the force of the rebound followed the hammer, causing Brother Feng to spin diagonally in place. Then, carrying this force, he hit the original post again!

It exploded with more force than the previous hammer, splashing more sparks and scattering them!

"Isn't this the skill my father taught me?"

Tang San looked at Brother Feng who was sweating profusely in the distance with a shocked face.

Leverage the strength of the blow on the original iron, and then quickly swing the hammer again to achieve a blow even more powerful than the previous hammer!

Raw iron can be tempered quickly! You can also train yourself!

"Did dad also teach Brother Feng? No, it seems, there is something different..."

Tang San stared at Brother Feng closely, "The posture is different. Brother Feng's posture is completely different from what Dad taught me. It's still a bit stiff. And Brother Feng hasn't come to the blacksmith shop these days. Could it be that..."

"Brother Feng realized this by himself?"

clang~

The crisp sound continued to sound.

The more he looked, the more surprised Tang San became.

"Six hammers...eighteen hammers...twenty-six hammers..."

Tang San looked at the piece of iron that turned red due to the rapid knocking, and felt a little surprised.

The power of each hammer is increasing!

"Is that too strong?"

Tang San muttered.

This kind of strength is not just about the number of swings of the giant hammer.

Rather, this technique.

"You can learn this superb skill by yourself from blacksmithing. Brother Feng is so smart..."

Tang San felt a little impressed.

It's like I've been walking the same path my father walked.

But Brother Feng is different. Brother Feng is making his own path! walk on my own!

Continue watching for a while.

"Brother Feng is getting stronger and stronger, this is already the thirtieth hammer..."

Tang San thought to himself, that day his father could only swing thirty-six hammers in one breath without even taking a breath.

I didn’t expect that Brother Feng could almost do it.

Moreover, Brother Feng's tapping method seems to be able to achieve the same effect.

"However, Brother Feng's limit should be about forty hammers."

The more Tang San looked at it, the more he admired it.

Brother Feng's physical fitness is really abnormal. He must have become stronger again, right?

No, I have to go back, practice more, and build my hidden weapons in advance.

Thinking of Tang San, he hurried over.

At this time, Wang Feng.

"The posture is wrong. The left shoulder should have moved back three centimeters just now, and the force lost in the rebound should be less. The calf is too tight, resulting in uneven power transmission. Although the impact has increased a lot, it is not Increase by equal amounts.”

"This hammer is unqualified!"

clang!

I hammered it and looked at it again. The sound was sometimes crisp and sometimes dull.

Tang San didn't look carefully enough, he could only see that Wang Feng's strength was indeed increasing with every blow.

But it can't be seen that Wang Feng's posture with each strike is smoother and his power control is more perfect.

If Tang Hao comes again, I'm afraid he will be able to fully see that Wang Feng is making progress in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

"When this hammer is swung down, it will exceed the force-bearing surface of the original iron by a few points, and it won't work..."

With every blow, Wang Feng was thinking rapidly in his mind.

Then, relying on his control over his body, he quickly adjusted.

Then perfect.

Since a few days ago, Wang Feng has made various posture changes with only one goal in mind.

Until now, it has been able to achieve effects similar to the random cloak hammer method, but it is not enough.

"However, fortunately, I have Meteor Tears, so I am not afraid of physical injury. As long as I persist, I can continue to research."

This kind of research consumes a lot of energy and causes harm to the body.

Only Wang Feng, who has Meteor Tears, dares to do this.

It was indeed difficult at the beginning. After two days of hammering, Wang Feng could only rely on his body's strength to force each hammer to become stronger than the last.

I can't understand how to use force, and I can't find a special posture.

Unlike Xiao San'er, Tang Hao taught him step by step.

However, in the past two days, Wang Feng gradually understood the secret.

"Just keep researching and changing... Within two months, I should be able to develop this relatively complete hammer method. It may be inferior to the random cloak hammer method for the time being, but as long as I keep researching, I may not be able to surpass the random cloak hammer method. Law."

Wang Feng felt a sense of pride in his heart.

After all, a time traveler stands on the shoulders of giants and has golden fingers. If he cannot surpass.

It's too weak.

"However, this hammering method is indeed very physical. After thirty-six hammers, it will be difficult for me to persist... Each hammer is harder than the last, and the difficulty increases exponentially... When I hammer these two pieces of raw iron, It can be turned into a simple protective gear, which can bear about 150 kilograms of weight. By then, the difficulty of the exercise will be greatly increased, and the effect will be greatly increased."

Wang Feng was thinking.

Until late afternoon, almost after dark.

Wang Feng finally lost all his strength and fell to the ground with flashes of gold in his eyes.

The power of Meteor Tears slowly flows out, washing the whole body, and the long-lost strength emerges again.

"Comfortable…"

It was as if every cell in his body was experiencing joy and joy, which made Wang Feng extremely happy.

Not to mention, this method of forging and improving can indeed make your body reach its limit quickly.

"It feels stronger again."

Wang Feng exhaled, "Now, at my current limit, I should be able to swing five to six more hammers!"

If he kept using the same amount of force, Wang Feng could swing hundreds of hammers without taking a breath.

But this kind of hammer is better than one hammer. Really, dozens of hammers are not enough.

"Rest first and continue tomorrow."

Wang Feng returned to the village...

in this way.

In the next more than two months, Wang Feng continued to study and practice the hammer technique until his physical fitness was able to swing sixty-four hammers in one breath!

This kind of improvement speed is simply unimaginable!

If it weren’t for Meteor Tears, I’m afraid it would be difficult to achieve it for several years!

In other aspects, the improvement is equally significant.

For example, if the current situation is the same as the mistress three months ago.

Wang Feng only needs to exert 10% of his strength to completely abuse Xiaosan'er.

However, mistress must have grown up these days, right?

It's almost time.

"Brother Tao, he should be here soon."

Wang Feng put on the already tempered iron block on his calf and the iron vest.

A weight of nearly 200 kilograms!

Even an adult man would have difficulty walking a hundred meters with a heavy load!

But Wang Feng jumped very lightly, as if he had already adapted.

Half a month before the shift, Wang Feng had secretly made and tempered this set of weight-bearing protective gear in the blacksmith shop, and then put it on.

I usually take it off except when taking a shower, and I also wear it when eating and drinking.

Already adapted.

Because the branches are everywhere in the body, including the calves, arms, and back. Each part weighs about fifty kilograms, and is hammered into a simple protective gear.

Therefore, Wang Feng looks a bit stronger in appearance.

After everything was ready, Wang Feng slowly walked out of the village.

outside the village.

Su Yuntao took a deep breath, his eyes wandering a little.

These days, Su Yuntao is a little obsessed with the story of the soul breaking the sky.

However, Su Yuntao finished watching it a month ago... However, he only watched more than half of it. He probably finished watching it when Xiao Yan went to Yunlan Sect to fight Xiao Yan, who had become the soul master's old enemy...

Anxious, Su Yuntao wanted to come to the Holy Soul Village to find the kid to tell him the story ahead of time.

But think about it, how could you, a twenty-eighth level fighting soul master, condescend to come to the Holy Soul Village at will?

So, he waited, waited, and finally waited until the appointed day.

Su Yuntao touched his chest and frowned:

"I got a little injured when I was hunting the soul beast a few days ago, but it doesn't matter. I can knock this kid down with one hand later, and then make him hand over the story behind it, right?"

"Well, I can't hurt him yet. After all, this brat's martial soul is of no use. He only has the innate talent to have full soul power. I hope he has practiced a lot these days and won't let me hurt him."

"It's so difficult for me, Su Yuntao!"