Tang San thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay then."
In fact, there is nothing to keep secret, and there are some things that you can't learn if you want to.
"How famous is the secret weapon of the Tang Gate, how can it not be imitated, but in Tang San's world, the Tang Gate has stood for hundreds of years, but there has never been any counterfeit secret weapon that can surpass the Tang Gate.
It would take ten years for an ordinary Tang Sect's secret weapon manufacturing technician to train.
Tang San had an extremely high talent in this area, and it was only after more than twenty years of continuous research and production that he had reached the level of a master of machine and concealment weapon manufacturing.
It's almost impossible to knock it off.
Ning Rongrong said: "That's better, you don't have to go back first."
To be honest, I'm really afraid that my father won't let me come out when I go back.
It just so happens that you don't have to train anymore during this time, and you can have a good time.
Xiao Wu, where do you say we are going to have fun Tang San, do you want to go together?"
Tang San frowned and said, "The teacher is for everyone to cultivate their soul power.
Rongrong, have you forgotten?"
Ning Rongrong stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "It's okay, I don't always go to play, now among our Shrek Seven Monsters, my soul power is the weakest, I know how to work hard."
But you always have to relax and combine work and rest. ” Xiao Wu nodded and said, "What Rong Rong said also makes sense, Xiao San, do you want to go out with us." ” Tang San shook his head and said, "Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do."
Go ahead.
Just stay safe.
After saying that, he hurriedly said goodbye, and the feeling of being in the girls' dormitory was always a little weird.
What to do in these two months, Tang San had already thought about it on the way back.
Through the distress in the Star Dou Great Forest last time, Tang San felt more and more that he was lacking in strength.
Although having the Eight Spider Spears gave him a great advantage among soul masters of the same level, once there was a gap in level, this advantage would be gone.
For a soul master below level forty, Tang San was basically confident that he could win.
If you exceed level forty, it depends on the type and surname of the opponent's soul master.
If it happens to be a caste that can restrain the opponent, he believes that he is not without the strength of a fight with a hidden weapon.
But if you are restrained by your opponent, it will be almost impossible to defeat.
The stove Tang San bought from the blacksmith shop last time had already been sent to Shrek Academy, and before coming back today, he passed by the blacksmith shop and specially ordered a batch of metal, and the fighting spirit made him have more than five thousand gold coins, and there was no problem in buying some good metal.
Coupled with the metal he bought last time, he is ready to add some armed strength to himself in the next two months.
At the same time, strengthen the practice of hidden weapon techniques.
The lack of internal force made many of the Tang Sect's subtle inner door secret weapons unable to exert their power, so Tang San still had to work the secret weapon he was best at.
Although Shrek Academy was simple, the place was not small, and the number of teachers and students was not large, Tang San asked Flender for a spare room to use when the stove was delivered.
Of course, rent is indispensable.
Walking out of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's dormitory, Tang San came directly to this house.
The construction of the house is simple, made of rocks, and although it is not very regular, it is very strong and durable.
This is the most common way for ordinary civilians to build.
The room is not big, with nearly 30 square meters.
Casting furnaces, calcining furnaces, hammers that come and go, casting hammers, you name it.
It's just that because I haven't used it for a while, it's a little rusty.
In one corner of the house, a large amount of charcoal and various pieces of metal are piled up.
Most of them are unprocessed.
Tang San simply cleaned up the room, and when he held the casting hammer in his hand, a familiar feeling arose.
In my mind, I can't help but recall what my father looked like when he taught him to cast.
Although Tang Hao didn't teach Tang San for too long, that time was the closest time for Tang San to his father after he was born.
For every word Tang Hao said during that time, Tang San remembered it very deeply.
"The Divine Craftsman is not a blacksmith who makes an artifact out of Divine Iron, but a Divine Artifact made of mortal iron."
Tang San muttered and repeated his father's words, and the casting hammer in his hand was already picked up with the force of his calf.
Without any target, with the sound of the whistling wind, the casting hammer danced with Tang San's hands in this room.
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Each hammer is filled with internal force.
The half-rotation of the body and the connection between the hammers are all just right.
The changes in his internal force and body made Tang San more handy when he used this chaotic cloak hammer technique again, although there was no target for hammering, the feeling of venting with pleasure gave him an extremely comfortable feeling.
He kept swinging a full ninety-nine eighty-one hammer before Tang San stopped.
The clothes all over the body were already soaked with sweat.
It's a pleasure, it's a pleasure.
Tang San sent the casting hammer to him, and the scene when he was in the Tang Sect and learning casting memories with Tang Hao kept coming to his mind, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings for a while.
Thirteen years old means that you have been in this world for thirteen years.
In this new world, I got a lot of things that I had never had before.
Family affection, friendship, martial soul, soul skills, all of this has been completely integrated into his soul.
Tang San's figure flashed, he had already come to the place where the metal was stacked, the casting hammer struck on a piece of fine iron with a diameter of more than half a meter, and the fine iron that was suddenly shocked was slightly tilted, and his toes leaned out at the right time, and with a light pick, the fine iron weighing nearly a hundred catties had already been picked up by him.
The left hand reached out and put the fine iron into the mastery, Tang Gate, the brand that can never be forgotten, I will definitely let you shine in this new world.
The fine iron was placed on the casting furnace, and Tang San skillfully stacked the charcoal, lit it, and pulled the bellows.
Full of rhythm, the sound of powerful bellows began to echo in the stone house.
In just a few moments, a reddish flame rose and the furnace began to resume its function.
Tang San had never forgotten his father's words, and he also understood why his father would say that casting artifacts with mortal iron was the meaning of a true divine craftsman.
It's not just the skill, it's the perseverance.
No matter how ordinary iron is, if it is forged tens of thousands of times, it will become the king of iron.
Tang Men is extremely strict with the hidden weapons he makes, and as a leader in the manufacture of hidden weapons, Tang San has even stricter requirements for his works.
He would never let a situation that caused him to fall into a crisis due to a problem with the quality of the hidden weapon.
The red color of the fine iron is like an incomparably huge ruby, and only when it is completely red can the impurities contained in it be discerned.
The casting hammer jumped into Tang San's hand, and the dance that belonged to it began.
Dang, dang, dang, dang, percussion full of rhythm and rhythm floated out of the stone house.
Tang San began his own casting.
From this day on, apart from eating, Tang San didn't even go back to his dormitory to sleep.
Repeating the non-stop casting every day, when he was tired, he sat down on the spot to cultivate his soul power, and as soon as his energy recovered, he continued to start his work.
No one knew what Tang San was making, not even the master.
But the Master never went to his casting room to look for him, it was complete trust.
The master believed that Tang San would never waste his cultivation because of casting.
The only one who has ever entered the casting room is Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu would go to the casting room every day, and she didn't bother Tang San, she just silently put her clean clothes aside, put the water she had beaten and some peeled and pitted fruits there, and quietly withdrew.
It's not that she didn't want to talk to Tang San, it's just that since she met Tang San, she had never seen Tang San do something so wastelessly.
Tang San's body was filled with the smell of metal, and his whole body was the color of iron ash and charcoal.
Xiao Wu was a little worried about Tang San's current situation, and only when she went to quietly enter the casting room again and saw Tang San change into clean clothes and drink up the water and empty fruit bowl she had sent, she would feel a little relieved.
As the days passed, the percussion in the casting room only became more intense.
Every day before dawn, it begins to ring and does not stop completely until night completely replaces the daylight.
During this time, even when he went to the cafeteria to eat, Tang San seemed to be silent, always in a state of thinking.
For such a situation, Dai Mubai also looked for the master and Flender, and the master only said one word, don't bother him.
Deep blue gradually replaced pure black, and in the distance, a golden silk thread gradually revealed a misty brilliance, and dawn came again.
The door to the casting room opened, and a man stepped out of it, with unkempt hair, iron-gray face, and a naked, stained, muscular upper body.
He looks stronger than before, and his height seems to have increased a few points.
A faint purple color faintly revealed from the eyes, with a breathtaking feeling.
Looking into the distance, looking at the east where the golden thread is gradually expanding, the purple energy in his eyes is gradually flourishing.
Quietly raising his hands, as his fists clenched, the steely muscles of his whole body suddenly tensed, like a cheetah ready to attack, full of strength and wild beauty.
"Forty-nine days, a full forty-nine days.
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I finally succeeded.
Slowly spreading out his palm, a pair of round iron balls appeared in his grasp.
To be continued: