Pang Xiaonan followed Zhao Sijia into the practice room and glanced at the small iron ball snuggled next to the big iron ball. So he pointed at the small iron ball and asked Zhao Sijiajia, "Have you practiced the small iron ball these days?"

Zhao Sijia nodded and said, "I have practiced, but it's still a bit difficult. I'm not very ideal."

Pang Xiaonan sat on the bench and directed at Zhao Sijiajia calmly, "Practice it and show it to me."

Zhao Sijia hesitated for a moment and soon walked to the side of the little iron ball. She took a deep breath and then vomited it out. Then she squatted down, and her hands turned into palms and pressed against both sides of the little iron ball.

After holding on for a while, Zhao Sijiajia shouted, closed her hands tightly, exerted force with her legs, and slowly lifted the small iron ball into the air.

Then, Zhao Sijia bent her arms into her arms, her stomach was pulled back, her thighs were pushed up, and she finally hugged the little iron ball firmly in her arms.

Pang Xiaonan was frightened when he watched from the side, fearing that Zhao Sijiajia would accidentally drop the small iron ball and fall down. It was not good to hit her own foot, but it wouldn't be a problem to hit the ground and make a pit.

Zhao Sijiajia fixed the small iron ball in her arms for a while, panting heavily, and then finally calmed down her breath, she carefully stretched out her left foot and took a step to the side. This step was extremely cautious and almost swept out, ensuring that the iron ball in her arms moved horizontally without any fluctuations.

After taking this step, Zhao Sijiajia carefully lifted her right foot again, and placed her center of gravity on her left foot. Her right foot followed the direction of her left foot and swept over her flat.

Pang Xiaonan was nervous when he was watching from the side. He was not afraid that Zhao Sijiajia would smash the iron ball, but watching Zhao Sijiajia's small steps, he was too careful and couldn't help but sigh: "This is not practicing martial arts, this is simply the old lady with a small foot is learning to walk on a crab!"

Zhao Sijia moved step by step, and in half a day he moved two or three meters. The small iron ball did not fall off, but his feet were already sore and swollen. The small iron ball weighed almost a hundred pounds. For girls, they were not holding a doll, but moving with an adult man. The difficulty was imaginable.

But Pang Xiaonan finally couldn't stand it anymore. He waved his hand to Zhao Sijiajia and said, "Put down the iron ball first, I'll say a few words."

When Zhao Sijia heard this, her luck subsided, her legs bent, and slowly lowered the iron ball from mid-air. When the iron ball was almost 30 cm from the ground, she suddenly leaned forward and fell forward.

The iron ball suddenly touched the ground. Because it was filled with mercury, it bounced slightly on the ground twice. Because it was pressing under Zhao Sijiajia, it did not jump very high. After jumping for a few times, it stopped.

The small iron ball landed successfully, and Zhao Sijia also threw herself on the small iron ball exhausted. After a while, she struggled to stand up.

Pang Xiaonan walked over, patted Zhao Sijiajia on the shoulder, and said, "You can't practice like this, Jiajia. Be careful everywhere and beware of the iron ball falling down. On the surface, you are moving your body, but in fact, you are just moving the iron ball. Do you feel that if you continue practicing like this, will it be helpful for improving your skills?"

Zhao Sijia shook her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and said, "I feel that you said it, and I feel that there is no real improvement in practicing this way. If you practice strength, it is better to practice weightlifting."

Pang Xiaonan continued to explain: "You are trapped in a misunderstanding. You want to ensure that the iron ball does not shake, but the purpose of our creation of this iron ball is to make it shake, and then we control its shaking through our own strength. This will not only exercise our balance ability, but also practice the hidden force in the muscles and control the ejaculation of the hidden force."

Pang Xiaonan imitated Zhao Sijiajia, hugged her hands in front of her chest, and then walked back and forth like a crab. "Moving like you, balanced for balance can only have a negative effect."

After retracting his posture, Pang Xiaonan walked to the big iron ball, turned to Zhao Sijiajia and said, "I will demonstrate to you. You are optimistic about how to use the iron ball for practice."

Pang Xiaonan used his skills with both hands, put his palms on the big iron ball, then shouted loudly, exerted force with both hands, lifted the big iron ball into the air, hugged the big iron ball quickly, and hugged the big iron ball steadily in front of his chest. Then he flipped his arms, and the big iron ball jumped onto his arms, and was supported in the air by his arms.

The big iron ball was not honest, swinging around his arms, always trying to escape from his body, but he was firmly controlled by him using his hidden power.

Then, Pang Xiaonan took a step forward with his left foot, and his right foot did not move at all, which was equivalent to just stretching out his left foot and relying on his right foot to stand on his golden rooster. The entire center of gravity remained unchanged and did not break the balance of his body. Therefore, the big iron ball did not react at all and leaned steadily on Pang Xiaonan's chest.

Then, Pang Xiaonan's left foot gently hit the ground and his right foot quickly raised. At this time, his whole body moved forward, the center of gravity changed, and his body no longer stood still. The big iron ball began to shake. As Pang Xiaonan's right foot moved forward, the shaking range of the big iron ball became larger and larger. Pang Xiaonan quickly exerted his arms and controlled the shaking range of the big iron ball until it stopped moving.

When his right foot stabilized and his body stabilized, the big iron ball no longer shaking. Pang Xiaonan then stepped out his left foot. Then, Pang Xiaonan gently hit the ground and his right foot quickly raised. At this time, his whole body moved forward, the center of gravity changed, and his body no longer stood still. The big iron ball began to shake. As Pang Xiaonan's right foot moved forward, the shaking range of the big iron ball became larger and larger. Pang Xiaonan quickly exerted his arms and controlled the shaking range of the big iron ball until it stopped moving...

With this round and round, Pang Xiaonan's steps became more and more coherent, his steps became larger and larger, and his steps became faster and faster. Correspondingly, the shaking of the big iron ball became more and more violent, and the hidden force that Pang Xiaonan needed to emit became more and more frequent and larger, but they all controlled the big iron ball not to fall to the ground.

The big iron ball fluctuated back and forth like waves on Pang Xiaonan's arms. As Pang Xiaonan's movements intensified, the surging force became more and more intense. Pang Xiaonan had to concentrate and beware of the situation, for fear that the waves would fall to the ground if he accidentally.

Every time when the big iron ball seemed to be about to leave Pang Xiaonan's body, Pang Xiaonan just pulled the big iron ball back to his control range, allowing Zhao Sijiajia, who was watching on the side to experience a roller coaster-like mood.

After wandering around the practice room two circles, Pang Xiaonan let out a muffled groan, and with his arms rolled, the big iron ball fell into his arms. He clasped his arms and pressed the big iron ball on his abdomen.

Then, he bent his knees and squatted down, slowly moved the big iron ball to his thigh position. Then, he let out a muffled groan again, rolled the big iron ball forward, moved it between his palms, and relied on the support of his thighs and the clamping of his palms to fix the big iron ball.

Then, he continued to squat slowly, and at the same time, he let go of his hands. The big iron ball fell from between his palms, falling at a distance of about ten centimeters. He bounced on the ground twice, and finally pressed down by his palms and kept it still on the ground.

Pang Xiaonan took a few deep breaths, calmed down and walked to Zhao Sijiajia who was sitting on the bench. He sat down, turned his head and said to Zhao Sijiajia: "Did you see clearly?"

Zhao Sijiajia nodded slowly and said, "I see clearly. It is true that you can practice this way to be effective."

"Well, then you do what I do and practice again." Pang Xiaonan casually took off the towel hanging on the bench and wiped the sweat from his face. He frowned. The towel had a smell of moistness, so he questioned Zhao Sijiajia, "Why don't you take this towel to wash?"

Zhao Sijiajia stood up and replied with confidence: "This is your towel, not mine. Who told you to leave it here and ignore it? You have been leaving for so many days. It has been hanging here for sure, of course it tastes."

Pang Xiaonan's villa is close to the beach and has a heavy tide. He also uses it to apply sweat when he is practicing. The sweat is mixed with the smell of sea water. After many days of fermentation, a special smell naturally emerges.

After hearing Zhao Sijiajia's explanation, Pang Xiaonan almost turned aside. The big star's style was indeed speechless.

Zhao Sijiajia placed the small iron ball on her arms according to Pang Xiaonan's steps and techniques. Although she was a little helpless, she still insisted on taking a few steps, taking a few steps and then taking a few more steps. Although she felt very tired, she felt a little bit of an introductory approach compared to the previous practice.

Early in the morning, just practicing the small iron ball, Zhao Sijia was about to lose weight, so she was not in the mood to find Pang Xiaonan to practice again. She could only slump on the bench and panting, sweating profusely, and instruct Pang Xiaonan weakly: "Go and get me water, and give me another bowl of rice noodles by the way..."

Pang Xiaonan was already used to her behavior, and without arguing, he stood up silently and walked towards the kitchen.

After breakfast, I saw Zhao Sijia off. It was already past eight o'clock in the morning. Pang Xiaonan went to the shower room to take a shower, then changed into dry clothes, and went to the second floor to take the spirit stones cut last night, and drove out to the city.

After many twists and turns, Pang Xiaonan came to the familiar place, which was the birthplace of the two iron balls he practiced in the morning, the old blacksmith's blacksmith's shop. The place he thought of last night could build a flying knife, which was the dilapidated blacksmith shop.

After entering the door, Pang Xiaonan saw the old blacksmith making a fire, so he waved and greeted, "Old man, it's so early."

The old blacksmith looked up and saw that it was Pang Xiaonan. He didn't stop the movement in his hand. He just asked with a smile: "Good morning, little boy, why do you want to play iron ball again?"

Pang Xiaonan walked into the blacksmith shop, picked up a stool and sat down. He looked at the old blacksmith who skillfully made a fire and said, "I won't hit iron balls this time, I want to ask you to make a few flying knives."

Soon, under the old blacksmith's men, a fire started to burn. The old blacksmith put down the fire-making tool, walked towards the place where Pang Xiaonan was sitting, and also picked up a chair to sit down.

"Flying Knife?" The old blacksmith smiled, revealing yellow and black teeth. This is the trace of time left by long-term smoking hookah. "I don't think there is no need to fight the flying Knife with me. There are ready-made ones sold online."

The old blacksmith is right. It is sold in ordinary weapons in the online shops. Even if you have never used a sharp edge, you can sharpen your own knife easily.

"I definitely don't buy online as good as custom ones myself," Pang Xiaonan took out his spirit stone and handed it to the old blacksmith. "Besides, my material is unique, and it's many times better than those steel, iron and alloys on the Internet."

The old blacksmith took the spirit stone, looked at Pang Xiaonan in confusion, then looked at the strange stone carefully, and stroked the black crystal with his hands.

"What kind of stone are you?" the old blacksmith asked curiously.

"I don't know either," Pang Xiaonan shook his head and pointed at the black crystal. "I only know that the black crystal has the characteristics of metal and can be polished, but it is not easy to break. It is indeed a good material to make a flying knife."

The old blacksmith handed the spirit stone back to Pang Xiaonan and said, "No matter how good the stone is, it is still a stone. Its characteristics are still different from metal. I think it is difficult to use it as a flying knife."

Pang Xiaonan looked at the old blacksmith in confusion and said, "What's the difference? Isn't it just a flying knife? In my understanding, it's nothing more than cutting and grinding steps. Oh, at most, add a knife handle. It's not difficult for you, right?"

The old blacksmith got up and walked to the wall where the hookah was hung, took it off, walked back to his seat and sat down, saying, "The process is not difficult, but I'm afraid that your material cannot withstand my polishing, and you will blame me if you waste it."

When Pang Xiaonan heard this, he thought to himself that the blacksmith made a living by scrambling irons. This kind of polishing work might be a bit conservative, but then he thought that if the professional ironsmiths cannot polish well, he would not have to think about it even more. Even if he is careful, it would definitely not be as good as the old blacksmith's craftsmanship.

Thinking of this, Pang Xiaonan no longer hesitated. He put the spirit stone in front of the old blacksmith and said with a smile: "Old man, just worry about the stone to make it. I won't blame you for wasting it."

Pang Xiaonan thought that he had two-thirds of the spirit stones in his hands. Even if all the spirit stones here were wasted, they would still be left with green mountains. It would be better to let go and give it to the old blacksmith to perform.

The old blacksmith looked at Pang Xiaonan silently and said, "You have thought about it. Although I don't know your stone, I think it must be very expensive. And I feel a strange feeling when I touch it. If I guess it right, it is a stone containing some mysterious power. If I really waste it, you will feel distressed."

"I don't feel sorry, I don't feel sorry, you always do your best." Pang Xiaonan said without feeling sorry, but when he thought that if this spirit stone really became a slag, he would still be reluctant to leave.

"Okay, then I'll take it first and say, you want to make a few flying knives." The old blacksmith calmly lit the hookah and slapped the choking tobacco.

"I estimated the size and made about seven." Pang Xiaonan measured the size last night and designed the length and thickness of the flying knife according to the shape of this one-third-sized spirit stone. This stone should be able to create seven or eight small flying knifes.

"Okay, then I'll fight according to the design of the seven knives." The old blacksmith took a puff of cigarettes, sprayed out a curling smoke, and added, "But my charge for your mission this time is a little higher, because the kung fu costs a little more. I know you are not short of money, but I still have to agree to you in advance."

The old blacksmith made iron balls for Pang Xiaonan before, but when the offer was made, Pang Xiaonan did not bargain at all. Although he looked at it, Pang Xiaonan did not look like a rich man, but a young man who was willing to spend a lot of money to build mercury iron balls and practiced martial arts is definitely not a poor boy. Moreover, according to Pang Xiaonan's temperament and conversation, even if he is not a child of aristocratic families, he should be a good person who is not short of money.

"Price is not a problem. Old man, even if you spend more effort, I have to carry this flying knife with you. The quality must be guaranteed. It is best to be with me for decades." Pang Xiaonan's wishful thinking was good. This flying knife is different from a gun. One bullet will be scrapped. However, this flying knife can be recycled and used for life as long as it is not broken.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, the sun shone high above, and a lush old tree on the side of the road casts a mottled shadow. The cicadas on the tree are screaming tirelessly, making people feel irritated.

Pang Xiaonan took out his cell phone and looked at the time. He found that it was almost time for dinner. So he remembered the nameless restaurant, the owner of the restaurant with scars on his face, the bowl of fried rice with endless aftertaste. When he thought of the fried rice, his taste buds began to move and his mouth was full of salivation. "I must go and have another bowl of fried rice."

Thinking of this, Pang Xiaonan drove to the nameless shop. There were few cars on the street. Because it was too hot and there were few rest time at noon, there were very few people coming out for lunch. Everyone sat in an air-conditioned office, picked up their mobile phones to order takeout, and then waited for takeout comfortably. After eating takeout, they took a nap. A lazy noon passed. No one would come out to have a meal in the sun, and then dragged their tired legs back to work, making them listless all afternoon.

Pang Xiaonan successfully arrived near Wuming Xiaoshang. Because parking was not allowed next to Wuming Xiaoshang, Pang Xiaonan parked his car in a parking space about 1 kilometer away from Wuming Xiaoshang, and then slowly walked towards Wuming Xiaoshang.

However, as we got closer and closer to the Wuming Shop, Pang Xiaonan found that the situation was getting worse and wrong. The people queuing on the roadside became more and more dense. First, they started to crowd in groups of three or three, and the more they walked forward, the more dense the people were queuing. With the sight of him, Pang Xiaonan found that the people queuing were either queuing other places, or waiting in line to enter the Wuming Shop.

Pang Xiaonan couldn't help but find a beautiful woman in line to ask. The beauty was here alone. She was dressed in a cool dress, a floral blended dress with a pair of flat sandals, revealing her snow-white calves. When Pang Xiaonan stepped forward, she was listening to the song with her headphones, giving people a look of fairy music.

"Beauty," Pang Xiaonan leaned over with shameless face. Seeing that the beauty did not respond, she found that she was listening to music, so she patted her on the shoulder, "What are you doing in line?"

When the beauty saw someone patting her, she asked her, then took off her headphones and asked back: "What did you say?"

Pang Xiaonan repeated it and said, "I mean, what are you doing in line?"

The beauty heard it clearly this time and replied, "Didn't you see it? We are queuing up to have dinner."

Pang Xiaonan pointed to the long queue behind and asked again: "Is it that delicious? This... so many people line up?"

"You will know after eating it." The beauty ignored Pang Xiaonan and put on her headphones to continue listening to music.

Pang Xiaonan thought that taking the initiative to chat would win the favor of the beautiful woman, but it was obvious that he was wrong. He was the kind of person who had no impression of him even if he had a look in the crowd. The beautiful woman would rather listen to music than talk to him.

Pang Xiaonan walked aside embarrassedly, looked at the team that could not see at first sight, thinking that his good wish to come over to have a meal was dashed, but he didn't expect that the boss did not lie to him, and the business was so good.

"No, I can't come in vain. I have to eat that bowl of fried rice." Thinking of this, Pang Xiaonan walked to the street opposite the Wuming Shop, found a milk tea shop, ordered a cup of milk tea casually, sat under the big sun umbrella on the street, leisurely looking at the people queuing, and said in his heart: "I don't want to go to work, I see when you queue up, I'll waste time with you!"

A cup of milk tea was over and could not even sip any juice. Pang Xiaonan's wishful thinking was gone. It was almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon, but there were still people queuing up. It was not until 1:30 that the door of the Wuming Shop was empty. At this time, Pang Xiaonan's stomach was already hungry, and the cup of milk tea made him dizzy.

When Pang Xiaonan saw that there was no one in the nameless shop, he dragged his heavy steps and walked slowly towards the shop.

As soon as I entered the door, I found that except for two or three people who were still eating, the boss was still sitting at a small square table beside him looking at the newspaper. Pang Xiaonan walked over, sat down next to the boss, and asked, "Boss, do you still have fried rice with eggs?"

The boss slowly put down the newspaper, looked at Pang Xiaonan silently, and said, "No more, sold out."

"Ah?" Pang Xiaonan almost dropped his face on the table. He had been waiting for so long, but what he had been waiting for was such a result. Would he starve to death here?

The boss seemed to recognize Pang Xiaonan and said, "It's you, why did you come? Don't you hurry up to eat sooner."

Pang Xiaonan drooped his head and said weakly: "I've been here a long time ago, but there is such a long queue in front of your door, I want to wait until everyone else finishes eating and I'll come in again."

"Haha," the boss smiled slightly, and the scar trembled a few times, "Then you are really unlucky. Today's business is really good. I've only had a rest until now."
To be continued...