However, when the rich old man practiced the meteor hammer technique, he was not even a warrior, but Zhang Yifeng was a martial man. The two had countless times the strength of the two. It was normal for Zhang Yifeng to practice faster.

After a brief sigh, the old man nodded: "Your Meteor Thirty-Six Hammers are almost the same, and you can start learning forging."

With the approval of the old man, a look of joy appeared on Zhang Yifeng's face. He practiced for so long just to wait for the arrival of this day.

The old man did not immediately teach Zhang Yifeng forging techniques, but returned to the house. A few minutes later, the old man came out of the house and walked out with an iron rod as thick as a calf and half a meter long in his hand.

when!

The old man threw the iron rod in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man in confusion.

The rich old man smiled and said, "Little baby, the old man has used up his embroidery needle, so please make one for me."

Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time. The rich old man actually asked him to use such a thick iron rod to create an embroidery needle.

This is simply unreasonable.

But soon, Zhang Yifeng's mood calmed down. It was obvious that this was one of the compulsory courses for learning forging. Otherwise, why did the rich old man insist on letting him forge an embroidery needle? He would just buy it.

Besides, what do you want to embroider a needle for an old man?

Zhang Yifeng picked up the huge iron rod on the ground, put it on the forging platform, summoned the flame hammer, and then began forging.

To forge such a large iron rod into an embroidery needle, although this project is not as exaggerated as grinding an iron rod into a needle, it is definitely not much easier.

However, after practicing the meteor hammer technique for so long, Zhang Yifeng's impetuous mood has been completely wiped out.

At this time, he had a strong urge to forge this iron rod into an embroidery needle.

The old man glanced at Zhang Yifeng's expression and nodded in praise.

Forging iron rods into embroidery needles is not a compulsory course for soul blood casting. However, Zhang Yifeng learned it too quickly. In order to calm Zhang Yifeng's heart, the old man came up with such a solution.

However, when he saw Zhang Yifeng's expression when he forged an iron rod, he knew that his worries were completely redundant.

But the old man did not let Zhang Yifeng stop because this was also the best way to exercise the meteor hammer technique.

If Zhang Yifeng really forged this embroidery needle, then his meteor hammer technique must have reached the level of perfection.

When Zhang Yifeng really started forging, he discovered the peculiarity of this forging technique.

When ordinary people forged, they need to burn the metal to be forged red on the fire, and then hammer it. When the temperature drops, they need to heat the metal again. But Zhang Yifeng does not need it because he applied the Blue Moon Fire, which itself has an extremely high temperature.

Moreover, since the hammer is formed by its own spiritual energy, Zhang Yifeng has a very high control over the hammer. When each hammer is hit, it is like forging with his own fists. It is definitely not comparable to ordinary forging hammers.

As the flame breath merged into the iron rod, Zhang Yifeng could clearly feel the internal structure of the metal. He knew where there was no need to forge and where there was still to continue to beat him!

Zhang Yifeng is sure that even if the weapons forged using this meteor hammer method have no special effects, their strength is better than those forged by ordinary forging methods.

With a higher evaluation of this forging technique in his heart, Zhang Yifeng became even more motivated. He was extremely skillful in using the meteor hammer technique. Since it was not hitting the air, Zhang Yifeng felt very happy. The feeling of hitting the real thing with one hammer is definitely not comparable to that of hitting the air.

Before he knew it, Zhang Yifeng had been beating for half a day. After half a day of beating, Zhang Yifeng not only did not feel too tired or bored, but instead became more and more intense.

This scene made the old man dumbfounded.

You know, he was exhausted after only half an hour of knocking, but Zhang Yifeng had been beaten for half a day, but he was still full of energy and full of energy.

This made the old man feel a little thought. Could this son be a natural forging?

With Zhang Yifeng's efforts, the iron rod, which was originally half a meter long and was as thick as a calf, had shrunk twice. The impurities inside were constantly being tempered, leaving behind the most essence.

If this iron rod is really forged into an embroidery needle, it is estimated that in terms of strength alone, the strength of this embroidery needle may be comparable to that of an ordinary high-level weapon.

And this is just a piece of iron.

clang clang clang clang clang!

Flashes of ironclad sounded constantly in the yard, like a beautiful music, which sounded so pleasant. Zhang Yifeng seemed to be completely immersed in the endless fun of forging.

Looking at the selfless Zhang Yifeng, Nan Xin's open mouth finally closed. She had nothing to do and had already prepared lunch for the old man and Zhang Yifeng, but it seemed that Zhang Yifeng would not stop if he didn't hammer the iron rod into an embroidery needle.

She simply started eating with the old man first.

"Little girl, she has good skills. By the way, do you like Zhang Xiaoyao?" The voice of Mr. Fu came, and he was actually making fun of Nan Xin.

Nan Xin's face turned red at that time: "Grandpa Fu, what were you talking about?"

"Hahaha, I'm shy and shy. What's so embarrassing about this? It's so normal for men to love women to love. This doll is good, so take it seriously."

The old man laughed a few times, then stopped talking.

...

Time flies, and it is dusk in a blink of an eye. Zhang Yifeng is still beating. However, he is not as calm as he begins to be as calm as he starts. The speed of swinging the hammer has slowed down. But he is not rushing or slowing down, and each hammer is still strong and powerful.

Seeing that Zhang Yifeng's speed slowed down, Nan Xin was a little worried, but the rich old man next to him burst into a divine light in his eyes.

Now Zhang Yifeng seems to have entered the legendary tempered artistic conception. This artistic conception is hard to come by forgeers. Whenever he enters this artistic conception, no matter what level of weapons and equipment he is forged, he has an extremely high success rate.

Mr. Fu also entered this state once. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yifeng forged the first time, and just learned the pounding process, he entered this extremely rare state. Unfortunately, Zhang Yifeng had not yet learned the complete soul blood casting technique at this time, and he beat only a piece of iron. Even if he successfully forged it, it would be a relatively powerful embroidery needle.

If he had known that Zhang Yifeng had entered this magical state for the first time forging, the old man would have taught Zhang Yifeng the soul blood casting technique first, and then wait until Zhang Yifeng's meteor hammer technique practiced to the 72nd hammer, which allowed him to start forging.
Chapter completed!