"Clang!"
In the blacksmith shop, the heavy hammer fell, sparks flew, and a piece of black iron gradually changed shape.
"Clang!" "Clang!"
The clanging sound kept on ringing, it was very rhythmic and rhythmic.
The one wielding the hammer was a young man, dressed in coarse hemp clothes, with delicate features and handsome features. On his forehead, sweat kept dripping down.
He did not care about wiping the sweat off his forehead, and kept hammering the piece of black iron in front of him.
Not far away, on an old and broken recliner, an old man was resting with his eyes closed.
Even in deep sleep, his mouth was still open, as if he was dreaming of something to be happy about.
The young man who was hammering was naturally Zi Chen, he had been here for ten days.
In these ten days, he did not leave the house, and only hammered the iron all day. Beside him, there was already a small pile of iron ingots.
The one on the recliner was Old Fart Wei, ever since Zi Chen came here, he had never hammered once, but every day, he would talk. A few days ago, because Zi Chen used too much strength, he almost scolded Zi Chen to death.
When he was awake, the old man was very strict, and could always pick out all kinds of problems.
And when he was asleep, the old man's mouth would be open, as if he was having a good dream.
The clanging sound of the hammer, was like a beautiful melody, bringing the old man into dreamland, and he was unwilling to wake up.
Around lunchtime, the old man naturally woke up, seeing the pile of iron ingots in front of Zi Chen, he was stunned, but after covering up the surprise and surprise in his eyes, he frowned, and said unhappily: "Why is the speed so slow?
The efficiency is too low. "
He walked forward, casually picked up a piece of iron ingot, and pointed to a certain place and said: "The strength here is too light, this place is too heavy, and here … here …"
The old man picked up a piece of iron ingot, and pointed out a few problems, seeing Zi Chen constantly nodding his head, revealing an expression of humility, he reluctantly nodded his head.
"You must be hungry again, right?
If you can't finish your tasks every day, you won't be able to eat, I'm losing out big. "
After that, the old man muttered as usual and walked into the house. He was probably going to cook.
After a whole morning of hammering, Zi Chen was already exhausted. At the same time, he was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back. However, after hearing what the old man said earlier, he was too embarrassed to rest and could only continue hammering.
It had to be said that, during these 10 days, although the old man had constantly squeezed him dry, the growth of his power was also very obvious.
Although he hadn't used Extreme Speed yet, Zi Chen believed that his current speed was much faster than it had been ten days ago.
Here, a strong physical body was the foundation of everything.
During the few days that Zi Chen had been here, Xiang Xuan and the others had come to look for him once. After that, it was said that they were out on a mission, so he hadn't seen them since.
"Eat something."
Old Fart Wei brought out a bowl of porridge and signaled to Zi Chen to drink it.
It had to be said that this simple bowl of porridge had a lot of energy, and was able to sustain Zi Chen's workload for half a day.
On the eleventh day, a group of people walked in from outside the town. If Zi Chen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize four of them. They were the four Saints from the Huo Te Clan who had Saint level physical bodies.
They were following the new ability user and were late by ten days.
Zi Chen didn't step out of his house, and didn't pay attention to the outside world.
After a few days, Xiang Xuan and the others came back and pulled Zi Chen to drink. Looking at their slightly worried expressions, Zi Chen could tell that they didn't have any harvest this time.
"Zi Chen, don't just focus on hammering all day. It's completely useless.
Only through constant fighting can one strengthen and improve one's abilities. "
At the table, Tang Pu tried to persuade Zi Chen just like before.
Zi Chen laughed bitterly. "Let's postpone this matter for now. Old Fart Wei still has a lot of missions to complete."
Speaking of Old Fart Wei, Xiang Xuan's eyes were filled with resentment. "Zi Chen, don't be fooled by Old Fart Wei. He's treating you as a laborer.
Working for him day and night, he's squeezing you dry, and he's not even giving you a reward.
Why don't you come with us to hunt for fake Divine Beasts? If you're lucky, you can get a drop of Saint Source Liquid every time.
Using Saint Source Liquid to raise your strength is much faster than hammering. "
Xiang Xuan and the others had their eyes on Zi Chen's fighting strength, and wanted to rope him in. Zi Chen also looked forward to hunting in the outside world, but once he thought of that strict old man, he shook his head and laughed bitterly.
Moreover, the growth of his strength was indeed very fast, unlike what the others had said about him being slow.
Even after they finished drinking, Zi Chen didn't agree to their request. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't tell Old Fart Wei.
… …
… …
"Yes, this is it, use your strength here!"
"Clang!"
"Increase your strength, it's still too light!"
"Clang!
Clang! "
A new day, a new mission. Zi Chen started hammering again. After Xiang Xuan and the others rested for a while, they went out to hunt fake Divine Beasts again.
In these few days, Old Fart Wei didn't sleep, and instead gave Zi Chen pointers on how to use his strength.
According to the old man's pointers, Zi Chen's hammering movements became more graceful, and his control of his strength became more adept.
Old Fart Wei, who looked very strict, was actually very satisfied with this disciple of his. He was so satisfied that he would grin foolishly every time he slept. It could be seen that Zi Chen made him very satisfied.
But every time he woke up, he would become so strict, as he was worried that Zi Chen would be too arrogant. In the path of smithing, talent was important, but hard work was even more important.
For a month, Zi Chen had been hammering the iron blocks.
After a month, Zi Chen began to refine weapons under the old man's supervision.
In the past, Zi Chen knew how to refine weapons, and even knew many techniques that had been lost. However, those techniques all relied on energy to operate. Now that there was no energy, Zi Chen's techniques could not be used, but his foundation was still there, so it was still easy to use.
After scrapping two weapons, Zi Chen, who had spent three days, finally created a decent weapon. It was a long blade, very sharp, and emitted a black light.
"Not bad!"
For the first time in more than a month, the old man nodded his head, expressing his approval of Zi Chen in his heart, "This blade can be put out for sale. This shop can also be considered open."
After staying here for such a long time, Zi Chen had seen a few people come to look at weapons. Unfortunately, there were no decent weapons here, so there was no successful transaction.
Zi Chen once suspected that if this continued, the old man's surplus would be eaten up.
In this way, Zi Chen successfully became a permanent worker in the blacksmith shop, and began to forge weapons for sale. Gradually, the shop also had business, and the first transaction was completed.
According to the old man's vague instructions, the weapons Zi Chen made would have a little flaw, and they would not look perfect.
This was done on purpose in this dangerous place.
Of course, only the two of them could see the flaw. Others who did not understand weapons would not be able to see it.
The store's business gradually improved, and Zi Chen's weapon refining skills also became more and more adept. By the third month, Zi Chen's weapon refining skills had already gained some fame.
The first weapons were bought as soon as they appeared, and later, before they were even made, they were already reserved in advance.
With a bowl of porridge in the morning, noon, and night, Zi Chen's strength was also constantly increasing. Compared to three months ago, it had changed a lot.
Regarding this, Zi Chen was even infatuated with this kind of increase in strength. If he was in the outside world now, he believed that in these three months, his Sacred Level physical body would have undergone a great change. Although he would not dare to say that it was comparable to a Sacred Weapon, it was definitely much stronger than before.
Moreover, if he continued to grow like this, Zi Chen believed that one day, his physical body would grow to a level comparable to a Sacred Weapon.
At that time, he would be able to catch a Sacred Weapon with his bare hands.
With the increase in strength, Zi Chen gradually felt some changes in his body. These changes seemed to be the signs of the emergence of abilities.
For the people in this world, true abilities were actually the changes in the body. It was an ability that was derived from one's body.
For example, Zi Chen's previous extreme speed ability was an extension of the cultivation method. It was not an ability that was derived from one's body.
Just as Zi Chen was gradually falling in love with the feeling of this kind of increase in strength and the feeling of becoming fond of weapon forging, the old man suddenly stopped Zi Chen.
"You've been here for a long time, and your understanding of weapon forging is very deep. It's time for you to go out and train."
"Are you chasing me away?" Zi Chen looked at the old man in surprise.
"I'm not chasing you away, I'm just letting you go out and train.
The four of them came back a long time ago, but after knowing that the weapons you forged were very popular, they did not disturb you. "
The old man looked at Zi Chen and said, "With your skills, you can completely rely on yourself here, but I believe that this is not the main reason you came here.
Go, go out with them and see some blood. Otherwise, after a long period of weapon forging, your courage will gradually wear away. "
Zi Chen was smart, and quickly understood the old man's meaning.
"Since you're already a Weapon Forging Grandmaster, you can't be too shabby when you go out. I've put the new clothes in your room."
After seeing Zi Chen put down his hammer and leave, Old Fart Wei could not help but sigh and say, "Zi Chen, this old man really has no other choice. For the past three months, you've been using a drop of Sacred Origin Liquid every two days. This old man's secret stash for many years has been emptied.
Your strength is increasing, but your ability has not awakened. What you lack is not an increase in strength, but an instantaneous stimulation. "
Previously, Tang Pu and the rest had said that Zi Chen's strength would increase very slowly because of his forging. However, Zi Chen did not feel that way. Instead, he felt that his strength was increasing very quickly.
In fact, he did not know that in the thin porridge he drank every day, there was a drop of diluted Sacred Origin Liquid every two days.
As time passed, Zi Chen's strength increased too quickly. A drop of Sacred Origin Liquid every two days was no longer enough to sustain Zi Chen's consumption. With no other choice, Old Fart Wei signaled Zi Chen to go out and train.