Douro Continent

Tang San thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay then. Actually, there is nothing to keep secret. Some things can't be learned just by wanting to learn them." The Tang Sect's hidden weapons were so famous, how could they not be imitated, but in the Tang Dynasty In that world, the Tang Sect has been standing for hundreds of years, but no counterfeit hidden weapon has ever been able to defeat the Tang Sect.It takes ten years to train an ordinary Tang Sect hidden weapon manufacturing technician.Tang San had extremely high talent in this area, and it took more than 20 years of continuous research and production before he reached the level of a master in making hidden weapons.Counterfeiting is almost impossible.

Ning Rongrong said: "That's even better. I don't have to go back first. To be honest, I'm really afraid that my father won't let me come out after I go back. It just so happens that I don't have to train anymore during this period, and I can also have fun." Xiao Wu, where do you think we should go to have fun? Tang San, do you want to go together?"

Tang San frowned and said, "Teacher asked everyone to cultivate their soul power. Rongrong, have you forgotten?"

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "It's okay, I don't always play. Among the Shrek Seven Monsters, I have the weakest soul power right now. I know how to work hard. But I always have to relax. It’s a combination of work and rest.”

Xiao Wu nodded and said, "What Rongrong said makes sense. Mistress, do you want to go out with us?"

Tang San shook his head and said: "Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do. You go ahead. Just pay attention to your safety." After saying that, he hurriedly left. The feeling in the girls' dormitory was always a little weird.

Tang San had already thought about what to do in these two months on the way back.

After the last danger in the Star Dou Forest, Tang San felt more and more his own lack of strength.Although having the Eight Spider Spears gave him a great advantage over soul masters of the same level, once there was a gap in levels, this advantage would be gone.

Tang San was basically confident of winning against spirit masters below level [-].After level [-], it depends on the type and attributes of the opponent's soul master.

If it happened that his attributes could restrain his opponent, he believed that he would be able to fight with the help of hidden weapons.But if you are restrained by your opponent, it will be almost impossible to defeat.

The stoves that Tang San bought from the blacksmith shop last time had already been delivered to Shrek Academy. Before coming back today, he passed by the blacksmith shop and specially ordered a batch of metal. The fighting spirit earned him more than 5000 gold coins. The purchase No problem with some good metal.

Coupled with the metal he bought last time, he planned to add some armed strength to himself within the next two months.At the same time, strengthen the practice of concealed weapon techniques.

Insufficient internal strength made many of Tang Sect's exquisite inner sect hidden weapons unable to exert their power. Therefore, Tang San still had to work hard on the mechanical hidden weapons that he was best at.

Although Shrek Academy was simple, it was still quite a big place, and there were not many teachers and students. When the stoves arrived, Tang San asked Flanders for a vacant room to use.Of course, the rent cannot be reduced.

After walking out of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's dormitory, Tang San came directly to this house.The construction of the house is very simple, made of rocks. Although it is not very regular, it is very strong and durable.This is the most common construction method used by ordinary civilians.

The room is not big, nearly thirty square meters.Foundry furnaces, calcining furnaces, anvils for hammering, and casting hammers are all available.Just because they haven't been used for a while, they are a little rusty.

In one corner of the house, there are still a large amount of charcoal and various pieces of metal piled up.Most of them are unprocessed.

Tang San simply tidied up the room, when he held the casting hammer, a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously.In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the appearance when my father taught me casting.

Although Tang Hao didn't teach Tang San for too long, that time was the time when Tang San was closest to his father after he was born.Tang San remembered every word Tang Hao said during that period of time particularly deeply.

"The divine craftsman is not a blacksmith who uses divine iron to create divine weapons, but uses mortal iron to create divine weapons." Tang San murmured as he repeated his father's words, already swinging the casting hammer in his hand with the strength of his calves.

Without any target, with the sound of howling wind, the casting hammer danced with Tang San's hands in this room.Each hammer is filled with internal force.The half-turn of the body and the connection between hammer and hammer are all just right.

The changes in his internal strength and body made Tang San even more skillful when he used the Chaos Cloak Hammering Technique. Although there was no target for the hammering, the pleasant discharge gave him an extremely comfortable feeling.

After swinging out a full ninety-nine eighty-one hammers, Tang San stopped.All clothes were soaked with sweat.What a joy, what a joy.Tang San put the casting hammer in front of him, and the scene when he was in Tang Clan and learning to cast memories with Tang Hao kept popping up in his mind, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings for a while.

Being 13 years old means that I have been in this world for 13 years.In this new world, I have gained many things that I have never had before.Family, friendship, martial arts, soul skills, all of these have been completely integrated into his soul.

Tang San's body flashed, and he had arrived at the place where the metal was piled. The casting hammer struck a piece of fine iron with a diameter of more than half a meter. The fine iron suddenly shook slightly and tilted slightly. He reached out with his toes in time, and with a slight lift, the piece of fine iron was shaken slightly. He had already picked up nearly a hundred kilograms of fine iron.

My left hand reached out and inserted the fine iron into my grasp. Tang Sect, a brand that can never be forgotten, I will definitely let you shine in this new world.

The refined iron was placed on the casting furnace, and Tang San skillfully stacked the charcoal, lit it, and blew the bellows.

Full of rhythm, the powerful sound of bellows began to echo in the stone house.In just a moment, a red flame burst out, and the casting furnace began to resume its function.

Tang San never forgot his father's words, and he also understood why his father said that using mortal iron to cast artifacts is the meaning of a true master craftsman.That is not just skill, but more importantly, firm perseverance.

No matter how ordinary iron is, if it is forged tens of thousands of times, it will become the king of irons.

The Tang Sect has extremely strict requirements on the hidden weapons it manufactures. As a former leader in manufacturing mechanical hidden weapons, Tang San has even stricter requirements on his own works.He would never let himself be put in a crisis situation due to problems with the quality of hidden weapons.

The refined iron burns bright red, like an incomparably huge ruby, and only when it is completely burnt red can the impurities contained in it be seen.

The casting hammer jumped into Tang San's hand, and its dance began.

When, when, when, when..., percussion full of rhythm and rhythm floated out from the stone house.Tang San began his own casting.

From this day on, except for eating, Tang San didn't even go back to his dormitory to sleep.He repeated the continuous casting every day. When he got tired, he would sit down and practice his soul power. As soon as his energy was restored, he would continue his work.

No one knew what Tang San was making, not even the master.But the master never went to his casting room to find him, that was complete trust.The master believed that Tang San would never neglect his cultivation because of casting.

The only person who has ever entered the casting room is Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu would go to the casting room every day, she didn't bother Tang San, she just silently put the clean clothes aside, put the clear water she had made and some peeled and pitted fruits there, and quietly left.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk to Tang San, it's just that since she knew Tang San, she has never seen Tang San forgetting to eat and sleep to do something like this.

Tang San's body was full of metallic smell, his whole body was the color of iron gray and coke.

For Tang San's current situation, Xiao Wu was a little worried, only when she went to sneak into the casting room again and saw Tang San put on clean clothes, drank up the clear water and the empty fruit plate she brought, did she feel Will feel a little relieved.

Time passed day by day, and the knocking sounds in the casting room only became more intense.Every day before dawn, it starts to sound, and it will not stop completely until the night completely replaces the sky.

During this period of time, even when eating in the cafeteria, Tang San seemed taciturn, always in a state of thinking.

Regarding this situation, Dai Mubai also looked for Grandmaster and Flender, Grandmaster only said one word, don't bother him.

The dark blue gradually replaced the pure black, and in the distance, a golden silk thread gradually revealed a misty brilliance, and dawn came again.

The door of the foundry room opened, and a man walked out, with a disheveled head, an iron-grey face, and an exposed upper body that was full of stains but full of strong muscles.

He looked stronger than before, and seemed to have increased in height.A faint purple meaning faintly revealed from the eyes, with a breathtaking feeling.

Looking into the distance, looking at the east where the golden line is gradually expanding, the purple air in the eyes is getting stronger.

He quietly raised his hands, and as he clenched his fists, the steel-like muscles in his body suddenly tightened, like a cheetah ready to move, full of power and wild beauty.

"49 days, a full 49 days. I finally succeeded." Slowly spreading his palms, a pair of round iron balls appeared in his grasp.

(To be continued)