Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

"Wang Feng starts checking in from Douluo"

clang!

clang!

clang!

An unhurried tapping sound sounded.

In Tang Hao's sight.

The little boy who was only half his height picked up a giant hammer that was almost as tall as his body.

Knocking again and again, that piece of raw iron!

Speed, not fast.

But, very stable!

At the back, it was so stable that there was almost no change in the force of each hammer!

This is very scary!

You know, using a giant hammer to temper raw iron, it is very difficult to control the power of each hammer!

Tang Hao was originally a titled Douluo, but now he was living in the Holy Soul Village and had been practicing for several years, so he naturally knew the difficulties involved.

"Ten...twenty...thirty...fifty..."

Tang Hao stood in the dark, counting every blow Wang Feng made.

Fifty hammers!

It was unimaginable that this kid Feng, who was usually very lazy and clever, and who liked to come to the door to eat when he had nothing to do, was kicked out by him.

He watched the little guy grow up!

Unexpectedly, he has innate divine power that is comparable to that of a mistress!

This really surprised Tang Hao!

Moreover, this kid may be extremely talented, even more powerful than the mistress!

Because, although Xiao San is also smart, it is difficult for him to control the force of each blow so exquisitely like this Feng boy! A big difference!

The further back you go, the more so!

"If we talk about the first ten hammers, there are still some problems with Feng's force when swinging the giant hammer, resulting in uneven power. But starting from the eleventh hammer... the power of each of his hammers has been controlled extremely well."

The more Tang Hao looked, the more surprised he became.

This means that this kid has unparalleled understanding and control over every muscle in his body!

Only then can you master the skills of blacksmithing so quickly!

Still without anyone’s guidance!

"Although Xiaosan's understanding and control of the body are not bad, I have no guidance. But after a day of tapping, I barely learned to control every inch of the force of the body. But, even so, Xiaosan's fire level , far from enough. It will take at least ten days... to see initial results."

Tang Hao's eyes flickered.

His eyes fell on Mr. Feng.

Tang Hao seemed to see Wang Feng's heart, as if it had endless power, spurting out streams of blood, like the original power.

The soles of the feet seemed to be glued to the earth, and the power gushing out from the heart seemed to turn into streams of colored energy, originating from the ground, growing from the calves, then spreading to the thighs, flowing through the waist as an axis, and the back, The arms finally converged on the palm holding the giant hammer.

clang!

It was a perfect blow, hitting the raw iron!

Produces a pleasant and perfect sound!

"I haven't taught Xiaosan these skills yet, because it's a little early for Xiaosan who can only swing a hammer. As for the random cloak hammering technique, it's even too early! It will take some time."

Tang Hao murmured, "I didn't expect that this kid Feng actually understood these skills by himself? Genius?"

Tang Hao felt that this probably couldn't be described as a genius.

If someone teaches you and you learn it quickly, you are smart.

If someone teaches you and you can learn it immediately, you are a genius.

But if no one teaches you, you can understand it yourself...this? ? ?

The genius of geniuses?

"Just after swinging ten hammers, you can immediately understand the skills I have learned over the years..."

Tang Hao looked at the tiny figure, still swinging the giant hammer tirelessly.

He suddenly felt a special feeling that he had not seen for a long time.

Back then, he was also a genius...

But now...

Tang Hao felt a sense of gap that he hadn't seen for a long time. Although it was very small, he didn't care and soon let go.

But for these years, he has been quiet and decadent, and he has a special feeling.

Of course, Tang Hao didn't know.

Wang Feng was able to comprehend these techniques so quickly... because he had a reserve of knowledge from his previous life.

In other words, these skills are common knowledge on Earth, not to mention that he has seen Douluo Continent.

As a time traveler, in addition to the golden finger given by the system, Wang Feng naturally also has to take advantage of the time traveler.

Otherwise, what kind of time traveler would he be? Wang Feng didn't want to embarrass the senior travelers.

Foresight, strong receptiveness, unique insights, a certain amount of knowledge reserves, etc. are all the advantages of time travellers.

And with the golden finger, these advantages will be maximized!

Therefore, Wang Feng is just using these techniques quickly and proficiently, but he did not understand them himself...

However, at this time, he was concentrating on hammering the raw iron, and he was completely unaware that his every move was being observed by Tang Hao!

Naturally, he was regarded as a genius among geniuses!

With each hammer blow, Wang Feng felt his body heating up.

This hammering consumes more power than any previous exercise!

Coupled with the force backlash, it also brought a huge load to Wang Feng's body!

‘One breath, five hundred hammers! It should be the limit! ’ Wang Feng breathed slowly.

He knew that breathing was the most important thing in any exercise, although Wang Feng didn't know any special breathing method.

But steady and regular breathing can maximize the exercise of each hammer!

"The physical strength and endurance are also extraordinary... I have hit more than a hundred times... my breath is not messy at all. From this point on, I have surpassed Xiao San. And Xiao San cannot do every blow with all his strength. The control is so exquisite! The effect of this one strike is equivalent to the ten strikes that Xiaosan has been practicing these days!"

Tang Hao continued counting calmly.

Xiaosan has just started to learn how to swing a hammer these days. Swinging a hundred hammers at a time is the limit.

Then he would rest for a while, and then continue to hit a hundred hammers at a time.

But if it was Feng Xiaozi who struck every blow with all his strength, up to fifty or sixty strikes, he would be exhausted and would not be able to recover in a short period of time.

"One hundred and fifty blows at one breath should be the limit for Feng. Moreover, this kind of knocking method is very taxing on the body, and it will not take a long time to fully recover." Tang Hao observed.

This is the case.

It seems that the farther back you go, the greater the consumption!

Tang Hao observed accurately. After one hundred and fifty blows, Wang Feng's breathing, although still calm, was somewhat chaotic.

The sound levels are also uneven.

Seeing this, Tang Hao nodded and left quietly.

"This kid Feng usually looks lazy, and his bones seem to be loose... I didn't expect that secretly, he is so powerful! Both in terms of talent and physical fitness, he is so strong! Everyone in the village is looking away... I just thought this kid was crazy, but I never thought he would be so powerful, right?"

Tang Hao shook his head. He had no intention of talking to the villagers. He just needed to know.

He didn't even bother to take care of Xiaosan'er, let alone Mr. Feng.

"You will stop when you feel tired. Obediently bring back the hammer and a quarter of the raw iron." Tang Hao thought to himself, "I'll just go back and take a nap..."

Tang Hao calculated that with the power of each blow of Feng Xiaozi, more than 150 blows could just complete a quarter of the tempering of the piece of raw iron!

This is already scary!

Xiaosan hammered for ten days before he could manage to hammer out two-thirds of a piece of raw iron.

This Feng boy can temper a quarter of it in one go!

Give him three or four days, and maybe the tempering will be completed directly. This is too exaggerated!

However, what Tang Hao didn't know was.

After he left.

Wang Feng did not stop as he thought, but still gritted his teeth and persisted.

One hundred and fifty hammers can only make his body feel tired, but the limit is far greater than this value!

If Tang Hao saw this scene, he would definitely stop it.

If you continue to knock like this, it will reach the zero point that your body can bear, and it will hurt your body!

Because, again, while knocking, Wang Feng will also be hit by a huge force!

But unfortunately, Tang Hao couldn't see him, so he walked back to the village.

It was already quite far away from that remote place, and no subsequent knocking could be heard.

Dangdang Dangdang!

clang!

"Five hundred hammers!"

After Wang Feng struck the last blow, his whole body was extremely weak and his consciousness began to blur.

However, it has not exceeded the limit yet!

Wang Feng looked at the raw iron that had become much smaller. It was not burned by fire. It turned red just by being hammered by him!

"Meteor Tears did not release energy... which means that I have not exceeded the limit yet..."

Wang Feng gritted his teeth, clearly feeling that his body had no strength at all.

The limit, this is the limit! But, he wants to go beyond the limit!

"Beautiful girl, powerful martial spirit, gorgeous pretense...well...I have to persist..."

Wang Feng's upright will allowed him to persevere!

Thinking about it, Wang Feng continued to swing the giant hammer and knocked it down!

"Six hundred..."

"Seven hundred..."

clang!

clang!

Until the end, Wang Feng's consciousness was completely blurred, and his body was beating the raw iron almost instinctively.

He didn't even know how many times he knocked!

But, until that piece of raw iron is completely tempered successfully.

Wang Feng fell.

This time, he really didn't have any...oh no, he didn't have any strength at all.

If Tang Hao were still here, I'm afraid his jaw would have dropped...

Because this six-year-old boy actually tempered a piece of raw iron in one go! ! !

Boom!

As Wang Feng fell to the ground, a smile appeared on his lips.

Because, a familiar warm current slowly surged out from the heart!

The power of meteor tears! Proving that he finally surpassed the limits of his body once again!

-

Breakfast the next morning.

At this time, Tang Hao woke up leisurely and ate the breakfast that Tang San had cooked.

But I found that the mistress was tinkering with herbal medicine today.

Tang Hao was stunned, silent for a moment, and then asked: "Xiaosan, what are you doing tinkering with herbs? Are you injured?"

Tang San shook his head and said cautiously:

"No, Brother Feng and I agreed to have a fight today. I was afraid that he would be injured, so I prepared some ointment for him in advance..."

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he would naturally be able to prepare simple ointments.

Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent.

The scene of Mr. Feng swinging a giant hammer from yesterday was heard.

Boy Feng should be slightly stronger than Xiao San.

But when children fight, it’s hard to say who will win if they are stronger.

Xiao San is usually steady, so this idea must have been proposed by Feng Xiaozi. Maybe he wanted to test his own level?

Tang Hao was a smart man and he probably guessed some reasons.

It wasn't enough, so he didn't bother to ask. It was just a fight between children. The mistress had always been steady and well-behaved, so a fight wouldn't do any harm.

"Well, be careful yourself." Tang Hao said lightly.

Seeing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be difficult for him to handle it if his father disagreed, but he still had to talk to his father about this matter.

"Then father, I'm going out first."

Tang San put away the prepared ointment and walked outside.

Tang Hao nodded slightly.

Not long after Tang San left.

Tang Hao walked toward the stove. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of tempered raw iron!

Suddenly, Tang Hao's body trembled, and he looked at the piece of raw iron that had been tempered in disbelief.

This piece of raw iron was the raw iron that he saw Wang Feng hammering and tempering yesterday!

Subconsciously, Tang Hao wanted to rush out of the house and pull Tang San back...

But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

"Forget it, the mistress prepared the ointment... just think that it was prepared for him."

"Boy Maple, this freak!!!"

Tang Hao murmured to himself and walked to the inner room, then fell asleep...