After Tang Hao learned that his son also possessed the Haotian Hammer, he handed over the basis of the Chaos Cloak Hammer technique to Tang San.

Wang Feng glanced at Tang San and probably knew that Tang San should have learned it.

"Big raw iron, how big do you want?"

Tang Hao glanced at Wang Feng.

"About fifty kilograms?"

Wang Feng asked, "It's better to have a few more."

Wang Feng wanted to use this raw iron to create a refined weight-bearing protective gear himself.

After quenching fifty kilograms of raw iron, why do you have to have twenty or thirty?

Make it into protective gear and put it on your body for training, and the training will consume a lot.

"have."

Tang Hao took out a few pieces of raw iron, "You kid, what are you doing with these?"

"Hehe, you'll know then."

Wang Feng picked up four pieces of raw iron weighing about 200 kilograms, swung the hammer, and ran away in a flash.

"Brother Feng probably wants to exercise himself... But it's not easy to exercise if he puts such heavy weight on his body. Moreover, he doesn't know how to make a blacksmith."

Tang San couldn't help but say curiously as he watched Wang Feng leave.

Tang Hao, who was beside him, glanced at his son and thought to himself, Boy Feng really doesn't know how to make irons.

But he is much better than you...

Just knocking with an iron hammer can knock a small piece of iron into raw iron with all your strength.

The endurance is amazing. I don’t know how many hammers Boy Feng knocked at that time.

"Brother Feng has to fight with that Master Su Yuntao for only three months. I really don't know what he thinks."

Tang San said with a smile.

"oh?"

Tang Hao was stunned, "This Su Yuntao, I heard you, isn't this level 26 war soul master? He is a six-year-old child and wants to fight with a war soul master?"

"Yes, so I find it a bit incredible..."

Tang San thought that if he forged his hidden weapon, he might have the chance to fight Su Yuntao.

A hidden weapon needs to be in the dark to exert its power. The power of a dignified fight is much worse.

If he lost to Brother Feng that day, if he threw out a stone in the dark, Brother Feng might not be able to react.

"Interesting. When that day, tell me, I want to go and have a look."

Tang Hao said casually.

"good."

Tang San was stunned, wondering why his father was interested in this matter.

"Okay, mistress, don't need to knock it for now. I'll demonstrate it to you again. The skills I just mentioned, pay attention to my body posture..."

...

A few days later.

Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the hammer, and murmured:

"The ironwork taught by Dad is so amazing. It's already the limit for me to swing eight hammers in a row... I don't know what Brother Feng is doing these days."

However, when Tang San felt extremely excited when he thought of this forging hammer method using force to leverage his strength.

"Go and look for three... He has often come to buy raw iron these days. Could it be that he is wiping the iron himself?"

Tang San couldn't help but feel curious, "But ironwork is not that simple. The village only has the stove and bellows. It's useless to rely on simple hammering iron..."

So, after Tang San finished his workout today, he went directly to the village chief’s house to find Brother Feng.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Jack told him that Brother Feng was not at home and was wild outside. He only came back with a silly smile every day.

"Could it be that Brother Feng is in that wood?"

Tang San's heart moved, and then the woods outside Wang Village walked towards him.

After walking for a while.

suddenly.

The earth was slightly shaken.

Listen carefully...

clang!

clang!!

clang!!!

The familiar ironstorm sounded, Tang San was stunned, and then walked slowly towards the source of the sound...

Soon, I saw a familiar figure, waving a hammer in sweat, hitting the fixed raw iron.

Seeing this, Tang San was stunned again and thought to himself, Brother Feng is really right, how can he do such a iron-killer?
Chapter completed!