The Legend of the Dragon King

“Yes, we have investigated, from the East Sea City Forge Association. Next to him is the daughter of Muchen, the badge of the Donghai Forge Association, who has been hailed as the finest genius of this forger. I didn't expect them to grow a smaller one. Speaking of which, the Donghai Forgers Association has been a talent breeder all these years!” A middle-aged man next to the elderly said with admiration.

The old man with white hair nodded, “I'd like to see if this little guy can surprise us again today. A further in-depth investigation would be better able to investigate his family situation and background. ”

“Duan Lao, what do you mean?” The middle-aged look at the elderly with some surprise.

The old man with white hair smiled slightly, "Although we Tianhai Forger Association have a lot of talent, the cutting-edge talent is less than Donghai. Always find ways to improve, the younger and the less qualitative. This is also an opportunity for us. ”

“I get it, I'll set it up.” The Middle-Aged Heart-Lord Society went aside to call the Soul Guide.

Tang Dynasty Lin had no idea about all of this, and by then, the competition had begun.

Two lights flashed, and a pair of forged hammers had appeared in his palm, not the pair of silver hammers, but tungsten steel hammers.

The left hand hammer gently clicks on the sunken silver, making a crisp noise.

Muxi kept an eye on his side, and his subconscious did the same thing.

Her forged hammer is also constructed of Thousand Forged Metals, with two sounds sounding slightly sequentially.

Tang Mailin frowned and turned to look at Muxi and thought she nodded softly.

Although Muxi had not fully understood what he meant, at this time, her eyes suddenly firmed and she nodded her head at Tang Danglin. Whatever Tang Dynasty Lin does, she decides to believe him and do as he says. See what kind of surprise he can bring, even if he fails? They are young and there are opportunities for the future.

“When!” The right hand hammer moved and landed on the sunken silver.

Muxi did the same thing, and this time, the hammers were almost at the same time. Muxi clearly felt that Tang Mailin's power was much lighter than when he was normal, but rather a little closer to his power.

Tang Mailin hammered his left hand and also fell. Muxi did the same thing.

There are already blacksmiths around to start forging. Yesterday, many people failed to function properly due to the rhythm of the wind storm in Tang Dynasty Lin. After learning yesterday's lesson, today these forgers are trying to get into their forged state as soon as possible.

Thousand forged tungsten steel hammer up, fall, roar, then another hammer.

Tang Danglin lowers his speed, but even if he is slow, there is a rhythm and rhythm hidden.

Muxi did the same thing with him, and the hammer and hammer were getting closer and closer, and the drop and sound rhythm were becoming more and more similar.

Tang Dynasty Lin's hammer is slowly accelerating, as is Muxi.

Feel, rhythm!

These two words continue to roam in Muxi's mind, and she forges rare metals like sunken silver no less often, but this time she feels completely different.

Normally, she can also feel the smell of heavy silver, but, following the feeling of Tang Dynasty Lin, she finds that this feeling gradually becomes clearer, and the feedback of heavy silver constantly produces wonderful feedback under the beating of this rhythm and rhythm. After all, she was also a forged genius and soon became integrated into this feeling and rhythm.

Tang Mailin has been watching Muxi's change. A smile appeared on her face. Sister is a master! You can do what you want!

At first, no one noticed them because they were falling slow. But gradually, the two brothers began to grow faster, as they did yesterday, when a stormy knock reappeared.

Tang Mailin's twin hammers moved faster and faster, as did Muxi, driven by his rhythm. A pair of forged hammers are like wheels, carrying a piece of debris, and the dense banging continues to sound on the sinking silver.

The strangest thing is that the beating rhythm of the two people is exactly the same, even the direction and point of the beating are very similar, the sunken silver slowly shrinks under their forging, and the morphology is constantly changing, they are like mirrors of each other.

This state of forging was soon discovered by the Forge Masters on the podium. But they're equally surprised. What are these two little guys doing? Why are they forging at exactly the same pace?

This is the first time in terms of forging.

Muxi has fully integrated into that feeling. Gradually, she can hear the feedback of the heavy silver, the cheer of the heavy silver, and she doesn't need to feel the rhythm of Tang Danlin at all, so she can feedback her feelings through the forged hammer.

It was amazing, she'd never been in it. She doesn't have any clutter in her mind right now, some of it is just a forge of focus.

Hammer after hammer, silver sinking began to change, constantly compressing, constantly emitting joyful emotions.

The two heavy silver pieces gradually show a brilliant cloud pattern, which itself becomes brighter and brighter during the knockout.

Muxi had already begun to have sweat on her forehead, and her soul strength was much weaker in terms of strength than Tang Mailin's. Though Dandelion has reduced the power of knocking to a level similar to hers, she has never seen such a frequency before.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!” A series of banging sounds is delightful, but Muxi has completely forgotten me. Her entire body is blended into her arms as she injects herself into it, maintaining a high frequency of forging. Years of forge learning seemed to meld together at this moment, and that wonderful feeling made her even want to sing high.

That's it, that's it! Muxi repeated it constantly in her heart.

“Boom -”

The last hammer fell and suddenly, two gentle treasures rose at the same time, appearing on the sunken silver in front of Tang Danlin and Muxi respectively. Bao Guang is flashing, but can be seen extremely clearly from the direction of the podium.

“What, out of the light?” The old man with white hair lost his voice. From the podium, all of Tianhai City and the forging masters from the Tianhai Alliance, all stare at each other.

Tsen Yue is also on the podium, although he is on the other side, and he has been watching the competition between Tang Dynasty Lin and Muxi.

He was shocked when he saw them forged at the same pace. What were those two little guys doing? Besides, why is Tang Dynasty Lin not using his stacked silver hammer, but a lot more common tungsten steel hammer, what is he going to do?

All the doubts disappeared at a moment when Bao Guang rose. Tang Mailin was able to complete the forge of a thousand forged second products. Zen Yue had long known, but he never thought that even Muxi was finished. This is incredible! You know, Muxi is still not a Level 3 forger, she is not even stable!

Forging a thousand forged pieces with a treasure light, even if it is only a glimpse of spirit, means that from this moment on, she has been able to officially become a Level 3 forger. A fourteen-year-old third level forger is also a big deal.

None of the three levels exist in the juvenile group. Tang Dynasty Lin is level 4, not counted.

“Goo doo!” I don't know which forger swallowed a sip of saliva and woke up the old man with white hair. The old man with white hair jumped off the bench with an arrow and looked at his flexible movements, not like the old man at all.

He couldn't even care less that it was in the race, and the three steps and the two steps rushed in the direction of Tang Mailin and Muxi.

At this time, Tang Mailin, who had just laid down his Thousand Forged Tungsten Steel Hammer, presented a silver and white color with a light blue glow in front of him, with a fine and uniform pattern spread across every corner. His eyes narrowed and he thought.

Muxi, these are very unimaginable hands that support the forge too much and support your body. Just the feeling, just the feeling! Her eyes, shining like stars, constantly repeating the rhythm and feeling in her mind, she knew that she had raised herself, raised a great level, and, for the first time, felt so deeply from metal emotions. She is equally immersed in this wonderful feeling and is aware of everything she has previously received.

“Don't go over there.” Just as the old man with white hair was about to rush to Tang Mailin and Muxi, he was blocked by Tsen Yue, "they realized. Don't disturb them.” Zen Yue said in silence.

The gray-haired old man stopped, as did the other forgers, who were all forgers of at least grade five and above, and of course knew how important enlightenment was to the forger.