Chapter 12 Can I try?

With that said, Lin Ye politely handed over the small barrel of ale he was holding.

But seeing Lin Ye's actions, Tang San quickly declined: "No! No! That's too polite!"

"You and Grandpa Jack have helped us so much. We have always deserved it. Now that we can help you, it's too late for us to be happy. I don't need anything else from you. Don't worry. Whatever you want to build, my father, he I will definitely help you build it with all your strength!”

But compared to Tang San, Tang Hao was very rude.

Seeing the wine in Lin Ye's hand, Tang Hao stepped forward to take the ale, put the small barrel on the table, and asked, "What do you want to create?"

"dad!!"

On the side, seeing Tang Hao's movements, Tang San felt that his entire face was filled with shame.

But Tang Hao's character was like this, and Tang San could only sigh helplessly.

"I want to make a sword. If possible, Uncle Tang Hao, you can make it according to the drawing on this drawing."

While talking, Lin Ye took out a folded white paper, opened it, and handed it to Tang Hao.

What is painted on it is the general appearance of Xuanyuan Sword.

"I see."

After taking the drawing, Tang Hao glanced at it and looked at Lin Ye, his eyes were full of thoughts, but he still nodded.

"I can make your sword, but I have to teach Xiaosan blacksmithing in the morning, and I can't help you make it until the afternoon. You can pick up the sword tomorrow."

Tang Hao casually put the drawing on the table and pressed a corner with the barrel of ale, and said.

"Okay, but can I stay here and watch you guys forge?"

Lin Ye nodded, looked at Tang San who was forging iron, and then asked.

After practicing Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, Lin Ye's strength improved a lot.

Seeing that Tang San was able to forge iron, Lin Ye suddenly wanted to try it too.

But if you want to try it, you can't be so direct. Before trying it, you must observe it first.

"casual."

Tang Hao was a little strange about Lin Ye's request, but he was still very indifferent.

It's just teaching his son to blacksmith. There is no hidden secret in it, so Tang Hao will not refuse others to watch.

Although in the process of teaching his son how to blacksmith, he will reveal a lot of blacksmithing skills.

But these techniques are actually just techniques and do not involve anything deeper.

Even if others learn it, what they can obtain is limited.

After all, there is not much use for hammer-type martial arts without matching skills.

"Thank you, Uncle Tang Hao."

Lin Ye thanked him politely, then walked to the side where he could see the blacksmith, and began to watch.

Tang Hao nodded noncommittally and continued to urge Tang San to strike.

"Don't think about anything else, concentrate, keep hammering, and beat this piece of iron until it's the size of your fist!"

Looking at Tang San who was still a little distracted, Tang Hao pointed at the iron block in front of Tang San that had been burned red by the flames and was about the size of a human head, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Dad, I know!"

After hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San took a deep breath and calmed down.

Holding the forging hammer next to him again, Tang San exploded with all his strength, raised it high, then swung it down hard, hitting the iron block again and again.

Suddenly, a dull sound of "Dang!" and "Dang!" continued to be heard.

But it is too difficult to hammer and forge an iron block the size of a human head into the size of a fist.

Most blacksmiths probably wouldn't be able to do it in a short time, let alone Tang San.

Although Tang San kept raising the forging hammer high, and then swung it down hard, hitting the iron block again and again.

But despite all his efforts, he could only make dents of varying depths on the iron block.

It looks like a small meteorite with craters, but the size of the iron block has not changed much.

"You should take a rest first. If you keep beating like this, I'm afraid even if you beat for three months, you won't be able to beat this piece of iron to the size of a fist."

In the process of hammering the iron block with all his strength, Tang San was sweating profusely and panting without realizing it. However, after working hard for so long, he still couldn't achieve much results. On the side, Tang Hao couldn't help but frowned and shook his head. He shook his head and said.

"I'll show you how to strike iron!"

After saying that, Tang Hao stepped forward and pulled Tang San down, holding the forging hammer himself, demonstrating in a deep voice.

"Forging iron is not simply about holding the forging hammer with your hand and swinging it up and down. This method is the most stupid and stupid way. Not only is it easy to get tired, but the power it can exert is also the lowest!"

"The correct way to forge iron is not to just use the strength of the arms, but to use the strength of the whole body, starting from the two calves, to the waist and abdomen, then to the back, and finally to the arms, allowing the strength to penetrate the whole body and inject the forged iron Hammer, so that the forged iron hammer can be thrown out in a round shape."

"In this way, the maximum effect can be achieved by continuously hitting the iron block, instead of just mechanically holding the forging hammer with your hand, lifting the forging hammer and swinging it down."

While explaining, Tang Hao held the forging hammer and started practicing.

Tang Hao was seen standing up straight, his feet firmly clasped on the ground as if rooted to the ground, and then with a burst of deep drink, his body suddenly straightened up.

Power seemed to suddenly burst out from the legs, flowing towards the body, from the waist and abdomen, to the back, and finally to the arms.

With a loud shout, Tang Hao swung the forging hammer high from the ground, drew a circle in the air, swung it down hard, and slammed the forging hammer onto the iron block.

"clang!!!"

With a deafening roar, Tang Hao's blow actually made a cylindrical depression a foot deep in the iron block the size of a human head.

This is half a forged iron hammer that was smashed and completely embedded in it!

Seeing what happened in front of them, Lin Ye and Tang San couldn't help but feel shocked.

He actually smashed half of the forging hammer into the red-hot iron block. Such a fierce blow was something that even Lin Ye couldn't do at the moment.

Perhaps Lin Ye could use the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit to penetrate the iron block so deeply, but to smash such a heavy forged iron hammer with a flat hammer surface so deeply requires not only strong strength, but also extremely skilled skills. !

"Now you try it."

After continuing to swing the forging hammer a few times and demonstrating it several times, Tang Hao put the forging hammer down, took a step back, and said to Tang San.

"good!"

Walking to the red-hot iron block again, Tang San took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In his mind, he began to recall the techniques his father Tang Hao had just said, and moved his body. At the same time, he reached out and held the forging hammer.

"The power flows from the legs, to the waist and abdomen, to the back, and finally through the arms, poured into the forging hammer..."

Tang San thought silently in his mind, as if his body was floating in the water, his legs tightened, and his figure slowly lifted up. Power began to flow through his legs, through his waist and abdomen, to his back, and finally poured into the forging hammer through his arms.

"drink!"

As all the strength in his body entered the forging hammer, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

Then, he instantly raised the forging hammer in his hand high, and then slammed it down on the red-hot iron in front of him.

"clang!"

Compared to the other times, this time, Tang San actually made a dent the size of a bowl in the iron block.

This shocked Tang San mentally, and he continued to swing the forging hammer.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

…

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing constantly echoed throughout the blacksmith shop.

Under Tang San's constant hammer blows, depressions the size of the mouth of a bowl began to appear on the red-hot iron block.

As the hammering continued, the size of the iron block began to gradually become smaller.

But in the end, Tang San still wasn't able to fully master the techniques taught by Tang Hao.

As he kept swinging the hammer, Tang San's correct posture for exerting force was actually only half of it.

As time went by, Tang San couldn't help but couldn't hold on any longer.

"stop!"

Seeing that Tang San was sweating profusely and even the hand holding the forging hammer was shaking, Tang Hao couldn't help but frown and shouted.

After hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San stopped, put the forging hammer on the ground, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves.

"Go and take a rest, drink some water, and then continue after the rest is over."

Looking at Tang San, Tang Hao frowned and said.

On the side, seeing Tang San put down the forging hammer, Lin Ye couldn't help but his eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly took a step forward and asked, "Uncle Tang Hao, can I try?"