Douluo: random item drop

"Are you envious of him?" Shi San said.

The apprentice turned his head, frustration evident on his slightly immature face.

"Yes, I'm a little envious."

Envy should be hidden in his heart, but when the apprentice thinks that his six years are not as good as the other person's few days of practice, his heart begins to feel unbalanced. He simply thinks that the other person can be so powerful, but he is not?

"Fang Yong, I have told you many times before that nothing is achieved overnight. Geniuses sometimes become mediocre. If you feel unfair, then try to break it. Compared to me, you are young. There are too many, and there will be a lot of days to work hard in the future. I won’t say anything more to you. Just look carefully and you can learn a lot." Shi San finished speaking calmly. It’s just that the two are different from ordinary people. Their big hands were clasped together tightly.

Withdrawing his lonely eyes, Fang Yong stared at the blazing fire in a daze.

Zhengyang didn't pay attention to the conversation between his master and his disciple, and he had no interest in it. All he cared about was the fiery red raw mithril stone in front of him. After many days, he was once again ready to start refining it.

Last time I didn't know what kind of metal it was, but this time it was completely different. Not only did I know it was mithril, I could also feel its texture, structure, and where the magazine was... ..

Mithril was slowly sent to the forging platform. Zhengyang held his breath and concentrated. After a breath, the forging hammer in his hand hit Mithril hard.

'Dong~~~~'

Just like a giant bell being struck, the metal trembles spread to an unknown distance and over a wide range.

Everyone present was shocked, and their scalps were numb subconsciously.

When the first hammer was finished, Zhengyang slowly raised his left hand. Just when the right hammer had just left the metal, the hammer head of the left hammer suddenly fell down.

'Ding.....'

Different from the previous dull sound, this one was slightly crisper, like the tinkling sound of spring water. It came and went quickly.

"What a special hammering technique!" Shi San said.

Zhengyang's hands kept moving, tapping slowly and at an extremely even speed. Each hammer down would make a sound, and each hammer down would produce a metal pit mark.

The dark iron sheet fell off and solidified, and Fang Yong could tell at a glance that it was the iron stone that he had to work hard for three months to knock out. It was pure metal impurities. The more you remove, the purer the metal you forge, and the lower the quality. The better.

"Why was he able to remove the iron and stone so quickly with only thirty hammer blows?" Fang Yong was very puzzled.

The forging of Zhengyang was like the drizzle of early spring, and when it fell, there was a crisp ding-dong, and it continued to be beaten slowly for nearly 5 minutes.

When the frequency of iron stones falling out slowed down, the speed of the forging hammer's blows changed, and the intensity was completely different from before.

'Hammer method, random cloak! '

When Zhengyang's last hammer fell, his body posture immediately changed, his legs were straddled diagonally, and the forging hammers in his hands exchanged with each other. Along with twisting his waist, a loud noise far greater than before was heard.

'boom! '

It is no longer like meeting the spring breeze, this hammer shows a violent texture.

'Boom boom boom! '

The left and right hammers hit it alternately, and the volume of mithril was reduced by 40% in a very short period of time.

That was such an exaggeration that Shi San couldn't help but be moved by it.

"It's done after a hundred refinements!" Shi San thought secretly in his heart.

This is not a simple Hundred Refining, this is to lay the foundation for Thousand Refining. Whether it is the previous calcination or beating, it is all foreplay, and the real forging has just begun now.

The roaring sound continued, and Zhengyang's eyes became brighter and brighter. He was feeling the metal with his mental power, observing the metal with his purple magic pupils, and shaping the metal with a forging hammer.

All of this has brought Zhengyang a new understanding of mithril.

Time passes minute by minute, and an hour has passed since Zhengyang just started forging. This is already the limit of an adult's movement, but Zhengyang is still at that speed.

"Master Shi San, it's been two hours. Qian Lian should have been reached, right?" Fang Yong asked in a low voice.

Shi San was stunned and hurriedly looked at the clock. Sure enough, another hour had passed.

"Qian Lian should have already taken shape at this time. If this kid is still beating, could it be that... he is preparing to attack the living beings???"

The division of the blacksmith's realm is very strict. Each level is a qualitative change. An apprentice can beat stone and iron, a junior blacksmith can complete a hundred refinements, and in the process of being promoted to an intermediate blacksmith, one must complete a thousand refinements. , above Qianren is a brand new realm and creatures.

What Shi San guessed was that Zhengyang was creating mithril creatures, but that was generally something that only level [-] soul masters could do, and most of them had ended in failure. Those who failed to create souls and had their souls downgraded were trivial matters, and serious ones would Simply destroying his arm would be a fatal blow.

Shi San jumped to the side anxiously, but he did not dare to stop it. Not to mention that this was a taboo among blacksmiths, the price of taking action was not something Shi San could bear.

"This kid is so reckless! He can practice thousands of times at the age of six, and he is already a genius!! What a pity, what a pity!!"

Fang Yong didn't understand why his master suddenly became crazy and anxious. He just looked at Zhengyang, feeling worried for him in his heart.

Sweat dripped heavily, and the forging hammer in his hand began to turn red due to long-term beating. Zhengyang used the random cloak hammer method to release the force when hammering No. 11, otherwise he would All previous efforts will be wasted due to excessive force.

"This guy is so arrogant! I have begged my grandpa to sue my grandma!" Zhengyang cursed secretly in his heart.

With his extremely huge mental power, he can quickly feel a faint fluctuation of life. Unfortunately, no matter what method he uses, this little guy just ignores him.

Could it be that my milk powder brand is wrong?Are you willing to export milk powder only if you need to import it?

"I wonder if you like the taste of Xiao Wu's milk powder. You are really picky. Dad, doesn't my milk smell good?"

Just when Zhengyang was inducing the birth of the little one again and again, an accident finally happened. Shi San's forging hammer could not bear the force, and the handle of the hammer had already made a breaking sound.

The sound was very small, but Zhengyang who was the closest and Shi San who was the most powerful not far away heard it.

'click~'

"Dig! No, Arthur, a forging hammer can break it!"

"Mine! My hammer!"

Out of helplessness, Zhengyang could only fight with all his strength to end his failed life journey ahead of schedule.

"Lan Cloak, Thirteen! Seventeen! 23! Thousand Refining Completed!"

The spiritual light suddenly rose into the air, and the light that was more than three feet away made people unable to open their eyes. Just when Zhengyang felt a little disappointed in his heart, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his mind.

The throbbing seemed to be speaking.

dad?