290 Hollow

More than a dozen timid fire foxes hid in the grass and looked at each other with Dangjin. They made a whimpering cry from their mouths, quickly retracting their bodies into the grass and never dared to appear again.

I smiled hard. If I entered the West Mountain, how good would it be for those monsters to react like Firefox! I wouldn't have to be so tired and hard.

"I'm finally back." The gate of the village was vigorously entering the village and breathed a long time ago, and the last bit of nervousness completely relaxed. In this village, even ordinary vegetable sellers had the strength of a demon-subduing warrior, and the beasts in the West Mountain would never enter this territory.

Through the quiet long street and into the Black Blacksmith shop, the old blacksmith uncle squatted in the corner of the wall and looked at the pocket on his back. All kinds of metal ores fell on the ground, making a crisp sound of ears hitting.

"What new understanding of the consciousness of fighting heart?"

His hands, which were trembling with the metal ore bag, looked at Uncle Black curiously. This uncle who has always been a professor to make a blacksmith, why did he care so much about fighting consciousness these days?

"It's okay." He vigorously shook off the last piece of metal ore and put away his cloth pocket: "I'm getting more and more skilled in using it."

"Is that true?" Black pointed to the iron stove in his hand: "Make iron, use your mind-fighting consciousness."

Douxin consciousness is making a thrust iron? He stood in front of the stove with a hammer in his arms. Looking at the iron block that had been burned red by the fire, Douxin consciousness suddenly turned and pulled out a lot of fire from the other two stoves. The second hammer of the Eighteen Hammers raised a smooth line in the air and hit the iron block hard. The high-bulging iron block was just a hammer and suddenly turned into an iron discus. Countless hot sparks splashed everywhere with the impact, like gorgeous fireworks.

Clang! The sound of metal collision with crisp ears echoed in the yard. Driving closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the nearly perfect impact. As a forging master, even if you close your eyes, you can hear what the situation will reach every time you make an iron forging.

This metal collision sound that urges the ear is far more beautiful and beautiful than those carefully arranged tunes.

Perfect! Be vigorously and gently curl the corners of your lips to show a complacent smile. You won’t feel bored if you hear this sound many times. It’s so beautiful!

"Is this how much you use your heart-to-heart consciousness to hit it?"

Uncle Black held the cigarette pole and interrupted his energetic self-intoxication with incomprehensible and even almost cynical questions, as if a basin of cold water poured from the bottom of his feet.

Not that good? I was eager to hand the hammer to Uncle Black with great enthusiasm and respectfully. I looked at the old blacksmith who had no name in the village chief but was no different from the village chief. I secretly recalled the forging just now, and used the flame breath drawn from the fighting heart consciousness to make up for many of his own shortcomings. This should be a perfect forging, why are you so dissatisfied?

"You still haven't understood what fighting consciousness is." Black weighed the hammer in his hand and shook his head gently: "You just got a complete fighting spirit last time."

He looked at the hammer in Uncle Black's hand vigorously and had a complete fighting spirit. Isn't it still a fighting spirit?

Black slowly raised the hammer high above his head, looking at the hot red metal in the charcoal, without a trace of flame aura attracted by the Douxin consciousness, everything looked like the forging of the past without any difference.

He stared at Black with all his energy and concentration. This uncle would never make any trouble. Since he spoke this time, there must be something different.

As usual, Black clamped out the burning iron embryo with iron pliers. The heavy hammer fell quickly from the air, causing a whimpering hurricane to roar, like a star falling from the sky, hitting the burning iron embryo.

The moment the iron hammer hit the metal, the sound of metal collision no longer burst out. A roar suddenly exploded in the yard, like a thunderclap that shook the sky. Suddenly, the rumbling explosion sounded in the yard, echoing above the nine heavens.

Buzz... Buzz... I raised my hand vigorously and tickled my ears. I just made a thunderous roar, which made my ears protected by fighting spirit produce tinnitus. This hammer...

The red iron embryo shook slightly as the whole body collided. The hot red gathered at high speed around the iron embryo, and the hot red instantly turned into a bloody red! This piece of metal seemed to be gushing out of it!

The next moment, the hot red sparks were like swords in the human body, erupting dazzlingly from different positions, and even seemed to have a pungent and bloody metal spark.

This... I looked at the sparks that were ten times hotter than at any time when the sparks ejected were wide open. The hammer actually hit the metal sparks that had not yet flowed out again and again in the metal body! In this way, an extraordinary high temperature was accumulated, and the iron embryo itself was tempered again. Finally, due to excessive heat, they could not be eliminated smoothly, and they fought for each other for channels, increasing the temperature of the flame again, which produced this bright red spark.

The spark itself does not really have any pungent smell of blood, but the spark is too gorgeous! It is too dazzling! It is so gorgeous that it makes people shocked, and it is amazing! At this moment, the metal really seems to be bleeding, rather than spraying metal sparks.

Just a hammer! I looked at the red iron embryo under the Black iron pliers in front of me with enthusiasm. No wonder the uncle said that it was called using the fighting heart consciousness just now? The gap between the two sides was too big. This was not only the difference between the hammer and explosion sound and the metal spray spark, but the bigger gap was still outside.

Forging, the strong impact force of the iron hammer hits the iron embryo, the impact is never just the iron embryo! Being motivated and confident, if you just use the iron hammer to hit the explosion, you can barely do it, but what you absolutely cannot do is the state of the items under the iron embryo after one hammer.

With such a huge impact force, the anvil that supports the iron embryo and the earth under the anvil will definitely change greatly with this fierce and unique hammer. The solid ground, not to mention the land, even the granite base, will become shattered due to the impact force, causing the dust in the yard to fly continuously and cover the entire iron stove. The anvil will become curved due to the excessive impact force, and even completely destroyed.

Uncle Black hit the iron embryo with one hammer, and the iron embryo was significantly improved, but there was no change in both the anvil and the land under the anvil. It can even be said that the hammer was a strong wind brought by the downward pressure. A lot of dust flew up on the ground, and there was no more dust.

All the power, at that moment, completely entered the iron embryo and flew around with the bright blood-like sparks!

What kind of control is this! I shake my head gently, I can't do it! Not to mention watching this hammer, I have no idea how Uncle Black uses his mind-fighting consciousness. Even if I really know, I'm afraid it's not just one or two minutes to master the exquisiteness.

Uncle Black's iron hammer did not stop. The huge hammer in his hand was like a butterfly flying up and down. The gorgeous and dazzling flame was like a flower that provided pollen to the butterfly, blooming again and again, disappearing quickly again and again.

Boom! Another loud bang, like hundreds of lightning in the sky falling into the yard and exploded in the yard at the same time, and like thousands of tigers. At the same time, it made an undecisive beast king roar, dozens of times louder than the sound of the first hammer before.

Looking at the sparks blooming in the metal vigorously, it was no longer a delicate and bright red like blood, but blue! It was indescribable strangeness, only when the flames burned to a very high level, the light blue flame on the outermost layer suddenly spewed out of the metal body!

This... is this what is created by using the consciousness of fighting heart? Dangjin blinked hard. What would happen if the hammer just now was not used to hit the anvil, but applied it to the battle? Dangjin subconsciously moved his arms, which meant flexibly and continuously, instinctively simulating the situation during the battle, but found that it was not easy to smash the way that just now.

"What is fighting heart?" Black put down the hammer in his hand, his eyes that were always turbid, bursting out a sharp light like a sharp sword. Even a man like Enlark, who is no longer as sharp as Uncle Black's eyes.

In an instant, I felt Black's gaze penetrate the heart and brain through his eyes, and his whole body was completely seen through this gaze.

"The heart is not just used to beat and maintain life." Black said lightly as he looked at the unruly beating flames: "The heart also has thoughts. Have you ever thought about it when you are doing it?"

Thinking? Thinking with your heart? Being motivated and subconsciously raised your hand to touch the heart position of your chest, and think with your heart to fight? How to think?

"Your heart is empty." Black raised his hand and pointed at his energetic chest: "If you want to know how to use the fighting heart, go to Enlark's fighting spirit room again."

Enlark's Fighting Qi Room? He scratched his head and looked at Black in confusion. The uncle clearly knew what fighting is, so why did he go around in a big circle and ask me to go to Enlark's Fighting Qi Room to find Teacher Enlark? Isn't it okay to teach me directly here?

"Eyes..." Blake lit his pipe with the fire of the iron stove: "Be open. People should never think that they can learn everything from one person."
Chapter completed!