As the saying goes, three hundred and sixty professions will be produced, and every profession will be produced will be produced. Yang Qi can now tell everyone responsibly: not only the top scorer, but also the master, and even the "god". Ou Yezi in front of him brought Yang Qi into a mysterious world at the moment of a hammer. Yang Qi widened his eyes, tightened his pupils, held his breath, and looked at everything in front of him.

Everyone will burst into charm in the field they are best at. Yang Qi once learned dancing, and one thing that impressed him was that a young man who usually seems to be indifferent can burst out with strong infectiousness when dancing on the stage, making people feel that he is extremely handsome. At that moment, he forever understood one thing: a dancer is the most real self only when dancing on the stage.

Because his soul and his glory are all in the dance.

What Ou Yezi showed at this time was tens of millions of times stronger and tens of millions of times heavier than that young man. If Ou Yezi just felt like a mountain, then it was a volcano at this time. It was burning, passionate, and serious, waving the hammer in his hand. Every time it fell, it was like magma erupting, sparks splashing everywhere, and heat forced people. The feeling of hammering the iron embryo was even more like a strict father, beating his son in the most skin-deep way.

In Yang Qi's eyes, Ou Yezi's body could no longer be seen. He subconsciously ignored all external movements, captured the most shocking spiritual connotation, and immersed in it to enjoy the touch.

Apart from each other is like a mountain. If it weren't for a blacksmith who had a certain skill, he would probably not be able to feel the charm of Ou Yezi falling hammers. In the eyes of ordinary people, Ou Yezi was just smashing iron blocks with a hammer. But for some reason, people would hold their breath and concentrate and dare not disturb them. But Yang Qi is not an ordinary person. He has strong mental power, and the most important thing is his strong perception. Especially when Ou Yezi also has extremely high spiritual cultivation and displays his spiritual core without reservation, Yang Qi was brought into that magical forging world.

The burned semi-melted iron embryos constantly change shapes in heavy hammers, and the hammers vary in weight. The lightest one is like a carving master carving a fine texture. The heaviest hammer simply smashes the anvil and blows the force into the depths of the earth's crust. In such a hammer with lightness and weight, the iron embryo changes in various shapes, and invisibly seems to have something profound engraved by this hammer.

Dong, after a heart-shaking trembling sound, Yang Qi shook his whole body out of the wonderful world. There was no need for any conversation. But he knew that Ou Yezi's hammer had ended. Sure enough, Ou Yezi put down the forging hammer and threw the still scorching and red iron embryo back into the furnace.

Then, Ou Yezi picked up a sweat towel and wiped his forehead, then drank another sip of water. During the entire casting process, he did not sweat from beginning to end. But at the moment when he put down the hammer, countless sweat suddenly appeared, and his back was stained with his hair.

"How?" Ou Yezi looked back at Yang Qi: "What do you think of Mr. Yang?"

"It's amazing, incredible." Yang Qi shook his head and admired, but couldn't help but applaud: "I saw another world, another world, and it was a magnificent scenery that was completely different."

When Ou Yezi heard this, his face as pig iron stretched slightly: "Sir, he said it well, but Qin has never believed what he said. Master Yang, why don't you try it?" After that, he picked up an iron embryo from the furnace, which was as big as a human fist, and it was burned to the point of red and gold.

Iron-making is a survival skill that many protagonists have learned in many novels, but Yang Qi really never thought about doing this. However, those insights and touching just now were still echoing in his heart. Yang Qi did not refuse and was not nervous. He nodded and came to the anvil. He clamped the iron embryo with pliers in one hand, and held the handle of the casting hammer with the other hand and lifted it - Wow! Yang Qi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This casting hammer is really heavy!

This hammer is smaller than the winter melon hammer in interpreting novels or war games. It is moderate in length and size, and is painted black without any characteristics. But this weight is really not a cover. A small hammer head weighs about 1,000 pounds!

"This hammer..." Yang Qi looked at Ou Yezi in surprise.

Ou Yezi nodded: "This hammer is also a mysterious god weapon, weighing 999 pounds. I have to be strong on my own. Mr. Yang, don't force me."

Yang Qi didn't say anything else, but easily picked up the hammer under Ou Yezi's meaningful gaze. A thousand-pound hammer weighs half a ton. (Ignore the difference between the units of measurement in ancient and modern times and other worlds, otherwise it would be impossible to write it) Yang Qi was on the seventh floor of the dragon and elephant. He could lift four or five heavy objects with a violent aura. It would be easy to pick up a half-ton hammer head. But it would be another matter to swing the hammer head freely to punch the iron.

It’s like every strong man can pick up his girlfriend who weighs 100 pounds. But if he goes to get a ten-pound dumbbell to punch, he will probably be exhausted if he can’t hit dozens of times. Yang Qi closed his eyes and thought about it, and made preparations. Although he ignored Ou Yezi’s hammering movement just now, he never forgets it and his subconscious gaze is enough to form a complete memory line.

Meng Hai Shiyi's ability unintentionally unfolded, and his subjective consciousness crossed time and returned not long ago. After reexamining Ou Yezi's movements, Yang Qi opened his eyes. All his eyes were full of confidence.

Raise the hammer, fall, pound, and a loud bang, and Mars splashed.

Ou Yezi had just hammered ninety-eighty times, and Yang Qi also hammered ninety-eighty times. Each hammer had different weight and urgency. He could control it with a very heavy bow, but he could control it with great wisdom. Yang Qi had already used two super touch senses without realizing it. In the super touch sense, Yang Qi subconsciously understood the iron embryo on the anvil. Its patterns, direction, softness and hardness were all clear.

However, this kind of technical behavior is accomplished subconsciously, and Yang Qi is immersed in that unique state.

When every hammer falls, Yang Qi feels that he is using some kind of instrument to play music. Although the appearance is too different, he does feel that he is playing the piano. Every move is very relaxed and has a sense of venting. It is like a conductor, allowing a huge symphony orchestra to play the notes he expects to hear.

At the same time, it was like practicing martial arts and fisting between the vast world, slashing his palms and legs. Yang Qi was immersed in his own world and could not extricate himself. Ou Yezi, who was observing silently, was getting brighter and brighter. This heavy hammer was not that simple. If the others on the Sword Cliff knew that Ou Yezi had asked Yang Qi to touch the hammer head, they would probably scream in surprise.

After the hammer fell, Yang Qi let out the hammer in one breath. "How?" Yang Qi wiped his forehead and sweated a little: "Is that okay?"

"Mr. Yang is not fighting iron, but punching fists. I saw boxing, palm techniques, sword techniques, sword techniques, and all kinds of martial arts. I feel even more that Mr. Yang is not smashing the iron embryo in his hand, but his martial arts spirit. The harder the more he beats, the stronger the more he hits, the stronger the more he hits." Ou Yezi walked to the anvil, picked up the iron embryo and looked carefully, nodding constantly: "Okay, this piece is already a real martial arts embryo."

Ou Yezi threw the iron embryo back into the furnace and pointed it with one hand: "Mr. Yang, please sit down. Qin is not a martial artist and cannot talk about martial arts. So let's take turns to military skills beyond martial arts."

"Okay!" Yang Qi waved his robe and sat down safely. From pushing the iron door to punching the iron embryo, it was only here that he had officially gained some recognition from Ou Yezi. Yang Qi didn't understand what this recognition was, but he knew very well that it must be something very important.

"Mr. Yang. Qin went straight in one go." Ou Yezi spoke very directly: "Are you willing to learn how to forge soldiers?"

"Of course I'm willing. Today's eyes are open and inspiring me a lot." Yang Qi nodded. Then he was puzzled: "But I want to ask, why should I teach me the way to cast a soldier?"

Ou Yezi nodded: "It's true, it's very sudden for Mr. Yang. But God asked you and me to meet here and here, and this is fate."

"Fate?" Yang Qi believed that there was fate in this world, but there was no love or hatred for no reason. Ou Yezi suddenly came to him, and then tested several levels, but finally said that he wanted to teach the casting skills, which was a bit puzzling.

"Yes." Ou Yezi nodded confidently: "I am old and there is not much time left, so I am afraid there will be no one after another. The Sword Cliff is like a pool of hundreds of soldiers from generation to generation. I am afraid that there will be no Ou Yezi in the future."

Yang Qi frowned: "If I want to teach the way of military casting in my previous generations, I am afraid that those who want to learn will break the threshold. There are countless blacksmith families in the world, and the talented and diligent geniuses are not unique. Moreover, as I see today, Miss Qin Han has a high level of vision for military intelligence, and she is simple and focused. She can eventually become a great person after all. Besides, Yang's situation is special, so it is difficult to carry the inheritance of "Ou Yezi".

Yang Qi doesn't want to take the benefits that others can't get, but Yang Qi doesn't want to take it at once. Because there are not only benefits, but also responsibility and cause and effect.

"They can't do it, they can't do it." Ou Yezi shook his head: "Qin will hold a military rank conference every year or two, not only to maintain his status in the world, but also to understand the craftsmen in the world. For a hundred years, although there have been many blacksmiths in the Chinese and earth, none of them can entrust the way to cast a military force. As for Han'er, she is still young. The way to cast is not in the art, but in the heart. If you don't have a vision, your heart, and your realm is not in the way, you can't touch the edge. She still lacks the opportunity. If you have a situation, you may be able to achieve great things late. But I can't wait for that time."

Ou Yezi drank a glass of wine and suddenly looked at Yang Qi: "Weapons cannot be separated from martial arts. Weapons are another life of warriors. The best warriors are soldiers. I am not warriors and will never reach that level in my life. Therefore, the mysterious god weapon he created is a casting hammer. But Mr. Yang, you are the only one in the world to win."

"One is unique?" Yang Qi was a little curious: "Where is unique?"

"You have good materials, you are a master and warrior, and the more important thing is - you are from the Southern Wilderness." Ou Yezi looked at Yang Qi with a straight look: "Qin himself is a survivor of the Southern Wilderness, and the inheritance of the way to forge soldiers has been from the Southern Wilderness for generations. The title of Ou Yezi is meaningless, but Qin does not want to let it be lost in this way to forge soldiers. Mr. Yang, as a native of the Southern Wilderness, you have such conditions, and you are no longer the only one." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

ps: It took more time to write this chapter than expected. I wrote it until 3:30 last night and found that my condition had fallen, so I slept and started to write it again. I slept until noon, and then continued to write it nonstop, without stopping, and I didn’t even eat lunch. From beginning to end, this chapter was written for nearly five hours. But it was not a card, but cautious. The founder, his spirit was always different from that of ordinary people. I wanted to write that feeling, so I revised it a lot. This was a chapter from last night, and today there were three chapters - I’ll have a meal first...
Chapter completed!