Chapter 14

"What's this?"

Tang San looked into the distance in surprise.

He saw Big Brother Feng swinging a hammer and hitting a piece of raw iron.

Every time the hammer struck the metal, it would cause sparks to fly in all directions.

After the hammer hit the raw iron, the rebounding force followed the hammer and made Big Brother Feng spin in a circle. Then, with the rebounding force, he hit the raw iron again!

The force was even stronger than the previous strike, and more sparks flew everywhere!

"This … Isn't this the technique Dad taught me?"

Tang San looked at Big Brother Feng, who was sweating profusely, in shock.

Borrowing the force from hitting the raw iron, he quickly swung the hammer again and hit with a force even stronger than the previous strike!

He could quickly refine the raw iron! He could also train himself!

"Did Dad teach Big Brother Feng this too? No, it seems a little different … "

Tang San stared at Big Brother Feng. "The posture is different. Big Brother Feng's posture is completely different from what Dad taught him. It's a little stiff. And Big Brother Feng hasn't come to the blacksmith shop these days. Could it be … "

"Did Big Brother Feng learn this by himself?"

Clang ~

The crisp sound continued to ring out.

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

"Six strikes … Eighteen strikes … Twenty-six strikes …"

Tang San looked at the piece of iron that had turned red because of the rapid strikes. He was a little surprised.

The force of each strike was increasing!

"Isn't this too strong?"

Tang San murmured.

This strength wasn't just limited to the number of times he swung the hammer.

It was the technique.

"He can learn such a brilliant technique by himself by smithing. Big Brother Feng is too smart … "

Tang San was a little impressed.

It was as if he had been walking the same path his father had walked.

But Big Brother Feng was different. Big Brother Feng created his own path! He walked it himself!

He continued to watch for a while.

"Big Brother Feng is getting stronger and stronger. This is already the thirtieth strike …"

Tang San thought to himself. That day, Dad swung the hammer thirty-six times in one breath. He didn't even take a breath.

He didn't expect Big Brother Feng to almost do it.

Moreover, Big Brother Feng's hammering method seemed to be able to achieve the same effect.

"However, Big Brother Feng's limit should be around forty strikes."

The more Tang San watched, the more impressed he was.

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

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

Thinking of this, Tang San hurried over.

At this moment, Wang Feng.

"My posture isn't right. My left shoulder should have moved back by three centimeters, and the rebound force should have been less. Due to the excessive tightness in his calf, the transmission of strength is uneven. Even though this hammer strike has increased his strength significantly, it isn't an equal increase. "

"This strike is not up to standard!"

Clang!

One Hammer looked down again. The sound was sometimes crisp and sometimes dull.

Tang San could not see clearly enough. He could only see that the strength of Wang Feng's hammering was indeed increasing.

However, no one could tell that Wang Feng's every strike was even smoother, and his control over his strength was even more perfect.

If Tang Hao was present, he would have been able to see that Wang Feng was improving at a visible rate.

"When I swing the hammer, I exceed the bearing surface of the metal by a few centimeters. It's still not up to standard …"

Wang Feng's mind was rapidly thinking about every strike.

Then, he relied on his control over his body to quickly adjust.

He continued to perfect it.

Since a few days ago, Wang Feng had been using all sorts of postures with only one goal in mind.

Until now, he was able to achieve an effect similar to the Wild Splitting Wind Hammer Technique, but it was still not enough.

"Fortunately, I have the Meteoric Tear, so I'm not afraid of injury. As long as I persevere, I can continue to research."

That kind of research was very physically taxing and would cause harm to the body.

Only Wang Feng, who had the Meteoric Tear, dared to do that.

It was indeed very difficult in the beginning. After two full days of hammering, Wang Feng could only rely on his physical strength to force himself to hammer harder and harder.

He could not understand how to use force to exert strength, and he could not find any special postures.

He was not like Lil San, who had Tang Hao to teach him step by step.

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

"If I continue to research and change like this … in two months, I should be able to create a more complete hammering technique. It might be inferior to the Wild Splitting Wind Hammer Technique for the time being, but as long as I continue to research, I might be able to surpass it. "

Wang Fengxin felt a sense of pride.

After all, he was a transmigrator who stood on the shoulders of giants and had a golden finger.

If he could not surpass it, he would be too weak.

"However, this hammering technique is very physically taxing. After thirty-six hammers, it'll be very difficult for me to persevere … each hammer will be harder than the previous one, and the difficulty will increase exponentially … When I forge these two pieces of ore into simple protective gear, I should be able to carry about one hundred and fifty kilograms. When that time comes, the difficulty of the training will greatly increase, and so will the effect. "

Wang Feng pondered.

In the evening, when it was almost dark.

Finally, Wang Feng's physical strength was exhausted, and he fell to the ground with golden stars in his eyes.

The power of the Meteoric Tear slowly flowed out and cleansed his body. The long-lost power once again emerged.

"Comfortable …"

It was as if every cell in his body was cheering, and it made Wang Feng feel extremely comfortable.

Needless to say, this method of forging could indeed allow his body to quickly reach its limit.

"I feel stronger again."

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

If he kept using the same amount of strength, Wang Feng could swing hundreds of hammers without panting.

But this kind of hammering was really stronger than the previous one. Dozens of hammers would not be enough.

"Let's take a rest first and continue tomorrow."

Wang Feng returned to the village …

Thus.

In the next two months, Wang Feng had been studying and practicing the hammering technique until his physical fitness was strong enough to swing sixty-four hammers in one breath!

This kind of improvement speed was simply unimaginable!

If he didn't have the Meteoric Tear, he would not be able to achieve it even after several years!

In other aspects, the improvement was also significant.

For example, if he was in his current state and Xiao San three months ago.

Wang Feng only needed to use 65% of his strength to completely crush Xiao San.

However, Xiao San should have also grown these days, right?

It was almost time.

"Brother Tao, it should be here soon."

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

Nearly two hundred kilograms of weight!

Even an adult man would find it difficult to walk one hundred meters with this weight!

But Wang Feng jumped lightly as if he had already adapted to it.

Half a month ago, Wang Feng had already secretly forged and tempered this set of weight-bearing protective gear in the blacksmith's shop and put it on.

Usually, he would take it off when taking a bath. Even when eating or drinking, he would also wear it.

He had already adapted to it.

Because it was distributed in all parts of his body, from his calf, arms, and back. Each part weighed about fifty kilograms and was forged into a simple protective equipment.

Because of that, Wang Feng's appearance appeared to be slightly more robust.

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

Outside the village.

Su Yuntao yawned, his eyes somewhat wandering.

These days, Su Yuntao was a little obsessed with the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament.

However, Su Yuntao had finished reading it a month ago … But, he only read half of it. Probably when Xiao Yan went to the Misty Clouds Sect to fight Xiao Yan, who had already become a Soul Elder, he finished reading it …

Su Yuntao was so anxious that he wanted to come to the Holy Spirit Village to find this kid to read the rest of the story.

But thinking about it, how could he, a level 73 Battle Soul Master, casually come to the Holy Spirit Village?

Thus, he waited and waited. Finally, the appointed day arrived.

Su Yuntao touched his chest and frowned.

"I was injured a few days ago when I was hunting soul beasts, but it's not a big deal. Later, I can beat this kid down with one hand and make him tell me the rest of the story, right? "

"Yes, I can't hurt him yet. After all, this kid's Martial Soul is useless. He only has innate full soul power. I hope he can train a bit these days and not let me hurt him. "