The old man turned his head.
He stared at the object on the stone platform and froze.
The forging hammer fell out of his hand and hit the ground with a loud bang.
He ignored the dropped hammer.
He rushed to the stone platform in three steps and two steps at a time, stretched out his hand and then retracted it.
Stretch out again.
Shrunk again.
The fingers are shaking.
"This is..."
"Star Dragon Bone Essence."
Lin Feng leaned against the door frame, "I got it accidentally in the Secret Realm."
The old man's throat was dry and he swallowed several times.
He stretched out his hand, and the moment his fingertips touched it, his breathing became thicker.
"Thirty-six thousand degrees... ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten hammers..."
Talking to oneself.
The voice was hoarse and trembling.
Lin Feng raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this.
"You know?"
The old man turned his head sharply to look at him.
The expression on that sixty-year-old face at this moment was exactly the same as that of a child seeing a coveted toy.
"My grandpa's grandpa wrote this in the notebook he left behind!"
His voice suddenly rose.
"Shen Family has been waiting for five generations! Five whole generations! Just waiting for a piece of Star Dragon Bone Essence!"
He rubbed his hands, took two steps back and forth, then came back and stared at the ore.
"My great-grandfather has been waiting for his whole life, my grandpa has been waiting for his whole life, and my father has been waiting for his whole life. When it is my turn, I am already sixty-three, and I thought I would never be able to wait in this life."
His eyes were red.
Lin Feng gave him a half-minute buffer.
"I have a gun that broke. I want to use this to rebuild it."
The old man's emotions were brought back by these words.
He took a deep breath, held his chest, and forced his breathing back to normal.
"You want me to cast it?"
"Can it be cast?"
The old man walked back to the stove and patted the giant black furnace.
"This furnace is called Earthcore Furnace and is built directly above the magma channel of an active volcano."
He unscrewed a valve next to the furnace door, and a dazzling white light came out from the crack in the door.
"The upper limit of the furnace temperature is 42,000 degrees, which is enough."
Lin Feng nodded.
"But there's a problem."
The old man's expression became serious.
He screwed the valve back and turned to face Lin Feng.
"Ninety-nine thousand, eight hundred and ten hammers. There can be no deviation in the strength, angle, and frequency of each hammer. From the first hammer to the last hammer, the forging is continuous without stopping in the middle."
He raised his right hand and made a fist.
"I can't fight so many by myself."
"When I hit 30,000 blows, my energy and blood are exhausted. After more than 60,000 blows, no one takes them."
Lin Feng calculated it. Thirty thousand hammers was his limit, and the remaining more than 60,000 hammers required another person to seamlessly connect them. The force, angle, and frequency must be accurate. Ordinary blacksmiths cannot do it.
"What if I help you fight?"
The old man looked him up and down.
"Can you forge?"
"No."
Lin Feng stretched out his hand, and Psychic Power condensed in the palm of his hand, turning into a light spot visible to the naked eye.
The light spot was suspended in mid-air, motionless.
"But I have Psychic Power. You tell me the parameters of each hammer, and I use my mental power to control the force and angle."
The old man was stunned.
He stared at the suspended light spot for three seconds.
"Psychic Master?"
"Hmm."
The old man took a deep breath.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
The old man's face twitched.
Eighteen-year-old Psychic Master.
He has lived for sixty-three years and has seen all Psychic Master on one hand.
"What's your name?"
"Lin Feng."
The old man's body stiffened for a moment.
"Destroy the Capital Bai Family one?"
"Hmm."
The old man was silent.
He walked to the corner, dug out an iron kettle from a pile of debris, and poured two bowls of water.
One bowl was handed to Lin Feng, and he drank the other bowl himself.
"My name is Shen Wanchui."
He put down the bowl and wiped his mouth.
"Psychic Power can indeed achieve precise forging, but it is only theoretically possible."
"Theoretically?"
Shen Wanchui walked to the innermost wall of the workshop and pulled out a roll of yellowed drawings from the secret compartment on the wall.
Expand.
The drawings are densely covered with forging diagrams.
The angle, force, and impact point of each hammer are all clearly marked.
"Ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten hammers, divided into one hundred and eight stages, each stage has different parameters."
"The first 30,000 hammers are basic shaping, with increasing force and fixed angle. The next 60,000 or so hammers are the key."
"The three parameters of force, angle, and frequency change at the same time, and the change pattern is not linear."
He pointed to a curved line on the drawing.
"Here, between the 48,000 and 52,000 hammers, the period of angle change is a sequence of prime numbers. If one number is wrong, the internal structure of the entire piece of material will be shattered."
Lin Feng scanned the parameters on the drawing. The amount of data is large, but the logic is clear.
For the sixth grade Psychic Power, memorizing and executing these parameters is not a problem.
The difficulty lies in the practical operation. Controlling the hammer with mental strength and controlling the hammer with the arms are two different things, and they need to be practiced.
"Can you finish studying in three days?"
Shen Wanchui rolled up the drawing and stuffed it into Lin Feng's hand.
"You take the drawings back and memorize them. I'll give you the parameters. You can practice the hammering technique yourself. I'll test you in three days."
"I passed the exam and opened the furnace, but I failed the exam..."
He glanced at Star Dragon Bone Essence on the stone platform.
"Then wait until you pass the exam. Leave this thing here so it can't escape."
Lin Feng put the drawings into Storage Ring.
"See you in three days."
He turned around and walked out.
Walking to the door, Shen Wanchui shouted from behind.
"Wait."
Lin Feng Look back.
Shen Wanchui stood in front of the stove with a complicated expression on his face.
Excitement, anxiety, and anticipation are all mixed together.
"This Star Dragon Bone Essence... can you let me touch it a few more times after it's cast?"
When the sixty-three-year-old man said this, his tone was no different from that of a child begging for candy.
Lin Feng smiled.
"When the gun is forged, it belongs to me, but I won't treat you badly with the forging fee."
"I don't want money!" Shen Wanchui waved his hand, his voice urgent.
"Being able to cast this thing has been my Shen Family's long-cherished wish for five generations. Giving me this opportunity is worth more than any amount of money you give me."
Lin Feng nodded and said no more.
Turn over Earth Dragon.
Earth Dragon ran out of the volcanic rock area, the temperature dropped sharply, and Fierce Vulture fell back on the dragon's back.
The communicator vibrated.
Encrypt channel messages.
Sent by Elder Zhou.
"The third line has moved. Staff officer Li Zhonghai sent a secret letter through private channels half an hour ago."
"Content: Lin Feng has a secret skill in his hand, which is priceless and can be obtained quickly."
Lin Feng After reading this, take the communicator back.
Of the seven lines, three responded.
One Qian Weiguo, one unknown signal from the teahouse last night, one Li Zhonghai.
Three people, three directions.
Somewhat interesting.
It was already afternoon when we returned to the inn.
Lin Feng closed the door, took out the roll of drawings from the ring, and spread it on the table.
All parameters of the ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten hammer.
His Sixth-Grade Psychic Power is like a scanner, printing every data on the drawing into his mind.
In the first stage, the force is 300 kilograms, the angle is 90 degrees, and the frequency is two hammers per second.
In the second stage, the force is 350 kilograms, the angle is 87 degrees, and the frequency is 2.3 hammers per second.
The amount of data is huge, but the memory capacity of mental power is far beyond that of ordinary people.
Two hours later, all parameters were memorized.
Lin Feng closed the drawing and recited it silently with his eyes closed.
Nothing is missed.
The rest is practice.
You have to find a place to practice with a hammer.
The inn is no good, there is too much movement.
The volcanic rock zone is quite suitable, as the temperature is high, no one goes there, and it can also adapt to the forging environment.
Set off early tomorrow morning.