After hearing Yang Jian's words, the old man suddenly raised his head and a terrifying light burst out instantly. His eyes were staring at Yang Jian tightly, as if he was about to see him through.
Yang Jian always looked at the other party in a very calm manner, as if he had not felt the other party's changes at all.
"Huh! Who are you, how did you know, what purpose do you have?" After a long time, the old man breathed a long breath, and the expression on his face returned to normal again, and he said lightly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
"I am just an unknown junior. As for how I know, will you believe what I see?" Yang Jian said with some fun.
"See it?" Hearing Yang Jian's answer, the old man's face immediately showed an incredible expression. He looked up and down again, and then remained silent.
"In so many years, you are the first to see through my husband's background. It seems that I am really old!" Then the old man murmured.
"Haha!" Yang Jian chuckled when he saw this, and then said again: "As for my purpose... it's just that you feel a little pitiful and don't want you to be buried. Although your beliefs are vulnerable, I have to say that your talent for refining weapons is pretty good, and it would be a pity if you buried them!"
"Your weapon refining talent is pretty good..." Yang Jian's words were like a great mockery when he heard the old man's ears, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"Young man, although I have to say that you are the most special person I have met in so many years, even so, you are a little too arrogant!" The old man said in a angrily voice.
"Is that true?" After seeing the old man's appearance, Yang Jian showed an undeniable expression on his face, and then he went to the corner of the wall and bent down to pick up a piece of pig iron, and then walked outside.
After seeing Yang Jian's actions, several people also showed a look of confusion on their faces. The old man also looked at Yang Jian with some confusion at this time, but then followed.
After Yang Jian went out, he went straight to the furnace, threw the pig iron block in, grabbed the bellows next to him, and the force on his body condensed, and the bellows suddenly made dull sounds, accompanied by "whimpering" sounds.
The flames under the furnace flew up, and a hot breath instantly came to my face.
At this moment, looking at Yang Jian's movements, the old man's glasses suddenly stared wide, looking at Yang Jian with disbelief, as if he was looking at a monster.
He knew how terrifying his bellows were. This was not an ordinary bellows, but his own special bellows. Not to mention a small acquired warrior, it would be extremely difficult for an ordinary innate warrior to pull the bellows with his body.
But Yang Jian in front of him seemed to feel it at all, and there was no expression of difficulty on his face from beginning to end.
"What a terrifying body, such a powerful force. What kind of monster is this kid? Is this still a level that humans can reach?" the old man thought secretly in his heart.
In this way, the cast iron block in the furnace soon turned red. Seeing this, Yang Jian grabbed it out, glanced at the black big hammer next to him, and held it directly into his hand.
"It turned out to be made of a thousand-year-old black iron! It's indeed a good thing!" Yang Jian sighed in his heart. Yang Jian estimated that this hammer was at least a thousand pounds, and it was definitely not something that ordinary people could dance.
Yang Jian held a black hammer in his hand and stood there quietly, his eyes slightly closed.
At this moment, everyone suddenly felt that Yang Jian had changed, as if he had become a giant, and a breath full of oppressiveness emanated from him.
Suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened, and a terrifying light burst out instantly. As Yang Jian moved, he took a step forward with his left foot, twisted his body with his right foot as the axis, and then his front legs were slightly arched, and his hind legs suddenly exerted force, and the power of his waist and abdomen suddenly increased.
The black hammer in his right hand also whizzed past like a big windmill, accompanied by a low roar of air friction.
The moment the hammer and the anvil collided together, the deafening metal collision sounded instantly, but it was not over yet. At this moment, a strange scene appeared. Before the first explosion had subsided, the second roar sounded immediately, followed by the third, and finally nine were heard.
It was not until nine sounds came out that the terrifying black hammer bounced up suddenly and drew a graceful arc full of explosive power in the air.
Then the second hammer was swung again without hesitation, and nine terrifying roars came again, and this cycle continued, and it was quickly repeated nine times in a row.
"Huh!" After nine times, Yang Jian stopped this time, took a long breath, lowered the black giant hammer, and beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead. Obviously, this series of actions consumed a lot of money for Yang Jian. Looking at his work on the anvil, Yang Jian's face also showed a look of satisfaction.
I saw that the black iron block, the size of a fist, had now turned directly into the size of a fingernail, constantly emitting a series of azure blue light.
Then Yang Jian's eyes turned to the old man on one side, but he found that the old man was stunned at this time, as if he was stupid, with a look of shock on his face.
"This..." After a long time, the old man came to his senses, and then looked at the metal emitting a blue light on the anvil, his eyes widened again, with an incredible look on his face.
"Iron, iron essence!? It turns out to be iron essence!?" The old man murmured at the metal the size of his nails with shock on his face. This is nothing else, it is iron essence. As the name suggests, the iron essence is the essence of iron, without any impurities.
For a master blacksmith, it may not be a rare thing to produce an iron spirit, but Yang Jian in front of him created such a pure iron spirit by just swinging out the Nine Territory. You can imagine how shocking this is.
Even if he wanted to refine a piece of iron essence, it would be impossible without hundreds of hardening. Even in his heyday, it would probably take at least a hundred hammers to achieve it.
At this time, the old man couldn't help but start to tremble, and he looked at Yang Jian with a burning gaze, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"How? This iron spirit is pretty good!" Yang Jian said lightly after seeing the old man's appearance.
"Yes! Yes!" After hearing Yang Jian's words, the old man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with the hot light in his eyes not diminishing at all.
"I didn't expect that there was such a stunning talent on the entire continent. I thought I was a genius. Now it seems that it is indeed ridiculous. It turns out that I have always been a frog in the well!" After a long time, the old man calmed down, and then he spoke with emotion on his face, his tone full of self-deprecation.
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