Thunder Martial

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"Clang!"

In the blacksmith's shop, the heavy hammer fell, sparks splashed, and a piece of black iron gradually deformed.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

The sonorous sound continued to sound, very regular, and the rhythm was very good.

The one who swung the hammer was a young man, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with delicate and handsome features, and sweat dripping from his forehead. He didn't care to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and kept beating the black iron in front of him.

Not far away, an old man was lying on an old and tattered recliner, resting with his eyes closed. Even in a deep sleep, the corners of his mouth were still grinning, as if he had dreamed of something to be happy about.

The young man who forges iron is naturally Zi Chen, and he has been here for ten days.

For ten days, he stayed at home and forged iron all day long, and there was already a small pile of iron ingots beside him.

The one on the recliner is the old man Wei. Since Zichen came here, he has never moved a hammer, but he has moved his mouth every day. A few days ago, because of the problem of Zichen's swinging the hammer, he almost gave Zichen a blow. Curse to death.

When he was sober, the old man was very strict and could always pick out all kinds of faults. And when he fell asleep, the old man's mouth was grinning, as if he had a good dream.

The sound of the clanging hammer, like a beautiful melody, brought the old man to sleep, and he refused to wake up for a long time.

When it was about lunch time, the old man woke up naturally. Seeing the iron ingots piled up in front of Zichen, he was stunned for a while, and after covering up the surprise and accident in his eyes well, he frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Speed!" Why is it so slow? The efficiency is too low."

He stepped forward, randomly picked up an iron ingot, pointed to a place on it and said, "The strength here is lighter, this place is a bit heavier, and here... here..."

The old man picked up a piece of iron ingot, talked about several problems in a row, saw Zi Chen nodding continuously, showing an expression of humbly asking for advice, and then reluctantly nodded.

"Are you hungry again? You can't finish the task every day, and you can eat a lot. I'm at a big loss."

Afterwards, the old man muttered as usual, and walked towards the back room. This should be for cooking.

After the morning's beating, Zichen had long since lost his strength, and at the same time, he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back,

But after hearing what the old man said earlier, he was too embarrassed to rest, so he could only continue beating.

It has to be said that during these ten days, although the old man kept squeezing his time, the increase in his strength was also very obvious.

Although he has never used extreme speed, Zi Chen believes that he is using extreme speed now, which is much faster than ten days ago.

Here, a strong physical body is the root of everything.

In the past few days since Zi Chen came here, Xiang Xuan and the others came to look for him once. Afterwards, it was said that he was on a mission, but they never saw him.

"Let's eat something."

Old man Wei came out with a bowl of porridge and motioned for Zichen to drink it.

It has to be said that this mere bowl of gruel has a lot of strength, which can sustain Zichen's workload for half a day.

On the eleventh day, a group of people walked in from outside the town. If Zichen was here, he would be able to recognize four of them. They were the four saints with holy bodies of the Huot family.

They followed the new ability user and arrived here ten days late.

Zichen stays at home and doesn't pay attention to the outside world.

A few days later, the four of Xiang Xuan came back and took Zi Chen to drink. Looking at their slightly sad expressions, Zi Chen could tell that they didn't seem to have gained anything this time.

"Zichen, don't worry about forging iron all day, it's useless at all. Only in the constant fighting can you strengthen your own ability."

On the wine table, Tang Pu persuaded Zi Chen as before.

Zi Chen smiled wryly when he heard this, "Let's postpone this matter a little bit, old man Wei still has a lot of tasks to complete."

Speaking of old man Wei, there was complaint in Xiang Xuan's eyes, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Zichen, don't let old man Wei fool you, he just treats you as a coolie. Work for him day and night Live, he is squeezing you, and he is not paying you. You might as well go out with us to hunt false beasts. If you are lucky, you can get a drop of holy source liquid at a time. Using holy source liquid to improve your strength is comparable to It’s much faster to strike iron.”

Xiang Xuan and the others took a fancy to Zi Chen's fighting power, and wanted to draw him into the group. Zi Chen also yearned for hunting from the outside world, but when he thought of the stern old man, he shook his head and smiled wryly again.

Moreover, his strength growth is indeed very fast, not as slow as some people said.

Zichen didn't agree to the request of the four until the meal was over, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't tell Old Man Wei.

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"Yes, it's here, here is the power!"

"Clang!"

"A little more strength, it's still too light!"

"Clang! Clang!"

A new day, a new task, Zichen started to forge iron again, and Xiang Xuan and the others went out to hunt false divine beasts again after a short rest.

In the past few days, the old man Wei rarely didn't sleep, but was pointing to Zichen some techniques for exerting force. According to the old man's instructions, Zichen swung the hammer more lightly, and the control of strength was more skillful.

The old man Wei, who looked very strict, was actually very satisfied with this disciple in his heart, to the extent that he would grin foolishly every time he slept, which showed that Zi Chen made him very satisfied. But every time he wakes up, he becomes so strict, because he is worried that Zichen is too proud. In the process of refining, talent is very important, but acquired hard work is more important.

For a month, Zi Chen was beating iron blocks.

A month later, Zi Chen began to train soldiers under the supervision of the old man.

Zichen used to know some techniques of refining weapons, even many techniques that have been lost, but those all rely on energy to operate. Now that there is no energy, none of Zichen's techniques can be used, but the former The foundation is still there, so it is quite smooth to use.

After scrapping two weapons in a row, Zi Chen, who spent three days, finally forged a decent weapon. It was a long knife, very sharp, emitting a black light.

"good!"

For the first time in more than a month, the old man nodded his head, expressing his affirmation of Zi Chen, "This knife can be sold outside, and this shop is also considered open."

After staying here for such a long time, Zichen has seen some people come to see the weapons, but unfortunately there are no decent weapons here, so there is no successful transaction at all.

For a while, Zichen wondered if the old man's remaining food would be eaten up if this continued.

In this way, Zichen successfully became a long-term worker in the blacksmith shop, and began to make weapons for sale. Gradually, there was business in the small shop, and the first transaction was completed.

According to the old man's vague instructions, the weapons made by Zichen will have a little bit of flaws, and they don't look perfect. This was done on purpose in this dangerous place.

Of course, only two people can see that flaw, and other people who don't understand weapons don't know it at all.

The business of the small shop gradually improved, and Zichen's weapon refining skills became more and more proficient. When the third month came, the weapons that Zichen refined were already well-known. From the time the previous weapons appeared, they were bought until later, before they were made, they were already pre-ordered.

With a bowl of gruel in the morning, noon and evening, Zi Chen's strength is also constantly increasing, compared to three months ago, it has changed a lot.

In this regard, Zi Chen was even obsessed with the improvement of this kind of power. If he is in the outside world now, I believe that his holy body has undergone great changes in the past three months. However, it is definitely much stronger than before.

And if he continues to grow like this, Zi Chen believes that one day, his physical body will grow to be comparable to a holy soldier. At that time, he will be able to receive the Holy Soldiers with his bare hands.

With the growth of strength, Zi Chen gradually felt some changes in his body, which seemed to be a sign of the emergence of abilities.

For people in this world, the real ability is actually the change of the body, the ability derived from oneself. For example, Zi Chen's previous extreme speed ability was due to the extension of the kung fu, which did not belong to the ability evolved by the body itself.

Just when Zi Chen gradually liked the feeling of increasing strength and started refining weapons, the old man suddenly called Zi Chen to stop.

"You have stayed here for a long time, and you have a deep understanding of refining equipment. It's time to go out and hone it."

"Are you trying to drive me away?" Zi Chen looked at the other party in astonishment.

"It's not to drive you away, but to let you go out to experience some experience. The four of them came back a long time ago, but after learning that the weapons you refined are very popular, they didn't bother you."

The old man looked at Zichen and said: "With your craftsmanship, you can be self-reliant here, but I believe this should not be the main purpose of your coming here. Go, go out with them to see blood, or else the long-term refining will be difficult. Gradually obliterate your blood."

Zi Chen was already smart, so he quickly understood what the old man meant.

"Since you are already a master craftsman, you can't be too shabby when you go out. I will put all the new clothes in your room."

After watching Zichen put down the hammer and left, old man Wei couldn't help but sighed and said: "Zichen, old man, I really can't help it. For the past three months, you have consumed a drop of holy source every two days. Ye, old man, I have bottomed out my private collection for many years. Your power is growing, but your ability has not been awakened for a long time. What is lacking should not be the improvement of power, but the instant stimulation."

Previously, Tang Pu and others said that if Zichen worked hard all day long, his strength would increase very slowly, but Zichen didn't feel that way, instead he felt that his strength increased very fast.

In fact, he didn't know that in the porridge he drank every day, there was diluted holy source liquid, an average of one drop every two days. But with the passage of time, Zichen's strength grew too fast, and one drop of holy source liquid every two days was not enough to maintain Zichen's consumption, and the old man Wei signaled Zichen to go out to practice.

After freshening up, Zi Chen, who had changed into a new black robe, stood in front of Xiang Xuan and the others. The four of them were obviously stunned, looking at the handsome young man in front of them in disbelief.