The monotonous process of striking iron was not all smooth sailing, and Zhang Xiaohan gradually noticed that many monks were looking at her with malicious intentions, and also seemed to be secretly assessing the strength of others.
Except for Thousand Monks and Chu Monks, the rest of the monks were there, and everyone knew that Thousand Monks and Chu Monks broke into the first-floor treasure hall and closed the door, and there was Zhang Xiaohan in addition to them.
Now, Zhang Xiaohan is standing in the blacksmith shop in a dignified manner, and Monk Qian and Monk Chu are not there, and everyone knows what the consequences will be.
The covetousness of Zhang Xiaohan, not to mention that everyone has it, there are always half of them before, and there are still people whose cultivation is not as good as Zhang Xiaohan, so they naturally don't dare to hit Zhang Xiaohan with their ideas, but now, everyone agrees with each other, they are all mortals who can't cast spells, so in this case, the atmosphere seems to be delicate.
The sound of striking iron in the blacksmith shop has never stopped, there are always people staying in the shop, and there are always people leaving to eat or do other things, Zhang Xiaohan's heart is vaguely impatient, she doesn't know how long she will be forging here.
The pig iron on the stove has seen some traces of being forged, some flattened, but it is still far, far away from the real forging, in the process of constantly hitting the pig iron, Zhang Xiaohan also gradually found that some doorways, the greater the strength of the iron, the better.
The power is evenly distributed in the process, just like the giant next to him, every time he lifts the hammer, the muscles of the whole body are moving, but not all the strength in the muscles is used, and even only a little bit of mobilization is needed, and a breath between the iron strikes, the power seems to be filled into the muscles of the whole body, so it is repeated and never stopped.
Zhang Xiaohan began to deliberately adjust her strength, paying attention to the coordination between her breathing and muscles, the force of the hammer falling, the interval between the two hammers, and even, intentionally adjusting the frequency to be consistent with the frequency of the giant striking the iron.
It's not so easy, the result of deliberate imitation is that Zhang Xiaohan made herself scramble, she simply stopped paying attention to the giant, and didn't look at the monks around her, and concentrated on the stove.
Inhale, hold the sledgehammer, pick it up, smash it down, exhale, and inhale again Without thinking about anything, focusing on the fire, Zhang Xiaohan gradually forgot that she had lifted a sledgehammer dozens of times without resting.
The pig iron changed little by little under the blow of the heavy hammer, and the originally irregular mass was smashed flat little by little, and the same point was subjected to dozens of non-stop rhythmic strokes, and the effect can be seen with the naked eye.
Dangdangdang The sound of Zhang Xiaohan's hammer falling gradually merged with the giant's voice, and the monk in the distance couldn't hear or feel it, but Mo Shaohan felt it, he couldn't help but stop the hammer in his hand and look over, looking at it from the side, the slender Zhang Xiaohan's body actually glowed with the same strength as the giant, she was like a miniature version of the giant, and the giant raised the sledgehammer at the same time, the strength of the waist, legs and arms was completely combined, and the two sledgehammers fell at the same time, and the sound was like a person's voice.
Mo Shaohan was stunned for a while, he also found the law of striking iron, and found the comparison of the use of power, but what he thought of just now was how to integrate such power into the spell, and as soon as a shadow loomed in his heart, he was attracted by Zhang Xiaohan.
Zhang Xiaohan smashed about 100 times in a row, sweat left down her cheeks, I don't know what kind of magic clothes she was wearing, but there were no traces of wet sweat on the magic clothes, but the body curves naturally revealed by lifting the hammer were so vigorous.
Thinking of the stunned faces of other female cultivators when facing the stove and the sad faces when they lifted the hammer, Zhang Xiaohan at this time made him feel respect in his heart.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohan's brows furrowed, and the rhythm of striking iron was suddenly destroyed, and she stopped her movements as if she had been awakened.
Zhang Xiaohan stood in front of the stove in contemplation, recalling the feeling before, just now, she seemed to have entered the body of a giant, it was not she who was striking iron, it was a giant who was striking iron.
Looking at the pig iron that had been beaten hundreds of times in a row, Zhang Xiaohan smiled, her arms were only slightly sore, and when she moved, her strength did not disappear at all.
Feeling the sight, Zhang Xiaohan turned his head sideways and saw Mo Shaohan looking at her with a smile: "I found my feelings" Zhang Xiaohan smiled and nodded: "A little." ” The shop was very lively, and the distance was two or three meters apart, so you couldn't hear each other's conversations, and she and Mo Shaohan knew what the other party was talking about by looking at the shape of their mouths.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and they both felt a lot of eyes brushing and glancing, and they were unhappy in their hearts.
It was already the fifth day of entering the third level, and although there was no night here, they could tell the time, and they didn't just bury their heads in the iron, and noticed the unusual movements of a few groups of monks.
There were three groups of monks who were paying attention to something, they were in and out of the shop very frequently, and they did not wait until they were completely tired to leave the shop, and these three groups of monks always seemed to be in a state of one group in the shop and two groups outside.
Zhang Xiaohan also knew this situation in her heart, she and Mo Shaohan had met them twice in the tavern, and she believed that if Mo Shaohan was not by her side, these two groups would dismantle her unceremoniously.
That's why she stayed in the blacksmith as much as possible, and she felt a sense of security standing next to the giant.
"Are you hungry" Mo Shaohan continued to ask, they hadn't left for four hours.
Zhang Xiaohan shook her head, strange, with the improvement of iron-striking skills, she really rarely felt hungry, especially the rhythm of iron-striking that she had just found, which made her can't help but want to give it a try.
Mo Shaohan made a gesture, pointing to the furnace in front of him and Zhang Xiaohan respectively, the appearance of the two balls of pig iron began to be similar, he was going to have a try.
Zhang Xiaohan also made a gesture, and the two raised the sledgehammer at the same time.
There are not a few monks in the shop who are as attentive as them, but unfortunately, they came in late, and there are monks all around, although they are imprisoned in spiritual power and divine consciousness like them, but their natural defense refuses to let them use all their strength to strike iron, and because half of their energy is allocated to the monks around them, the process of forging their bodies is progressing very slowly.
At this time, looking at the posture of Zhang Xiaohan and Mo Shaohan, it is impossible not to envy, Mo Shaohan is a man, cultivation is still their top existence here, it is not surprising that he can do this, but how did Zhang Xiaohan do it as a woman, is she really blessed and Houze The two monks in the crowd glanced at each other, then nodded slightly, they held the hammer in their hands, and moved silently, as if they were going to the door to go out to eat, and they were attracted by Zhang Xiaohan and Mo Shaohan.
Someone noticed the sledgehammer in their hands, and their eyes narrowed, but as if they didn't see it, no one made a sound. , monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation.
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