The Legend of the Dragon King

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“Come on in.” Tian Tian said to Tang Mailin.

“Oh.”

Follow Tian Tian into the studio, the studio hall is messy, there are various metal parts everywhere, Tang Danlin can only barely recognize these parts, should be a lot of parts belong on the soul conductor.

The sky did not stop, he continued to walk inward, and he hastened to follow.

The door is not large, but the space inside is not small, passing through a corridor, the sky brings Tang Danlin into a room.

There is a workbench in the room, at the height of Tang Mai Lin now, which is not enough.

Tian stopped and turned to Tang Mailin. “Do you know what a forge is? ”

Tang Mailin shook his head in vain.

"" Actually, I didn't want to take you in, "she said." You're too young to forge. But your dad insisted on letting you try, and if you feel like you can't, get out of here, but don't cry at me, okay? ”

“I won't cry, Uncle Tin Tian.” Tang Mailin resisted the sound.

"'This is your mission today,' said Tian Tian.” He pointed next to his finger.

On the ground next to it, there is a metal table about half a metre high with a round block of metal on it. Below you will find the Soul Guide screen.

Tian Tian picked up two small metal hammers from the side and handed them to Tang Mailin, "See that round metal block? Hit a thousand times with this pair of hammers, about 500 times each. Counters only count if sufficient strength is reached. It's about the power you have to lift the hammer and smash it down. When it's done, I'll tell you what a forge is. If it's not done, you won't be using it tomorrow. ”

After that, he stuffed a pair of metal hammers into Tang Mailin's hand and turned around and left.

The metal hammer handle is about a foot long, the hammer head is cylindrical, half a foot long, and the cross-sectional diameter is about ten centimeters. Each handle weighs about 10 kg. This is already a light weight for a child as young as six years old. More importantly, it has to be tapped and punched.

Tang Mailin's face was bitter when he saw the hammer, but when he took the hammer from Tian Tian's hand, he was surprised to find that it did not seem as heavy as he had imagined.

Hollow? Uncle Tin Tian looks pretty fierce, but people are actually fine.

Tang Mailin's face revealed a smile I understood, his right hand clasped the hammer and smashed it into the round metal.

“Boom!” The metal roar frightened him. The soul guide screen below is like activated, and the screen illuminates while jumping out a number one.

With the hammer in his left hand, he fell, "Boom! ”

II.

Doesn't seem too hard! Tang Dynasty Lin hammered his arms and began to beat them up.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” Continuous hitting keeps the numbers jumping on the screen. The hammer doesn't seem too heavy, at least Tang Mailin doesn't feel too overloaded. A pair of hammers keep pounding, and the number below keeps increasing.

By the time he hit a hundred, he was already sweating, and by the time he hit 300, his arms were starting to feel sore and swollen.

To insist, Dad says insistence is victory!

With the feeling of acid swelling, Tang Mailin continued to twist the hammer.

Five hundred strokes later, the acid swelling finally turned into sore sores, but he still tried so hard not to stop himself.

The soreness grew stronger and stronger, Tang Mailin's arms had begun to slightly reddish, but he still bit his teeth.

He kept telling himself in his heart that I was trying to learn forging to earn money for souls. Makes Mom and Dad happy and protects Nat.

Seventy hundred strokes, the arms are already feeling a little overwhelmed, and the speed at which the hammer moves is significantly reduced.

But he still bites his teeth and persists, sweating like slurry. The college uniform has been glued to his body, and the sweat keeps dropping. But at this time, Tang Mailin suddenly felt his coccyx numb, his whole body trembled like electric shock, and the original soreness actually diminished by a few points. The hammer, which is already felt very heavy in the hand, has also become lighter again.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Keep pounding, the next three hundred doesn't seem that heavy.

“A thousand!” The numbers have finally jumped to where they were demanded. Tang Mailin put down the hammer and gasped. He could feel the pain in his palms, and his arms didn't seem like his own. In addition to that, there was a sense of freshness. The crisp from the tail spine continued to spread to the cervical spine, back and forth, and he couldn't say the restraint.

What he couldn't see for himself was that the faint golden lines were also constantly hovering around his spine with that crispness.

It took him five minutes to calm down.

“Uncle Tin Tian, I'm done.” Tang Mailin searched for half a day before finding himself sitting there in a room, messing with a part of the sky.

He stunned for a moment and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was only half an hour before he gave the task to Tang Mailin.

“You broke it? ”

“Yeah!” Dandelion nodded.

Looking at his sweaty face, he never questioned it again, and he always liked to speak with facts. Stand up and bring Tang Mailin to the previous room.

A thousand, big numbers are in front of you, the instrument is set by the sky itself, and a six-year-old is naturally impossible to cheat. But it's still incredible.

Two iron hammers, of course, are not heavy for him, but they are by no means hollow, each actually weighing ten pounds. A normal adult male, swinging a hammer like this a thousand times, I'm afraid his arms won't lift softly, and it's hard to do it for half an hour. Not to mention a six-year-old.

This test given by Tian Tian is simply a euphemism. He had a good relationship with Tang Zulan, not a good refusal, but he was reluctant to teach a six-year-old who seemed impossible to learn to forge at all.

Everything in front of you…

“If you hit me again, I won't say stop, don't stop.” The voices of heaven sink.

“Okay.” Tang Mailin picked up the hammer again and took a break for a while, and the pain in his arm decreased somewhat.

“Bang, bang, bang...” A hammer falls, no skill, no borrowing, just that simple, direct bang on a metal block.

The experience of forging in the sky, after just a few glances, determined that the child's power was sufficient to control the hammer to complete the punch.

Is this the legendary gift?