On the roof of the Blacksmith Association building, there is an area dedicated to parking Mecha. There is also a special charging device here that can replenish soul energy for Mecha.
Of course, the people who can park Mecha here are not simple people. For example, the several Mecha parked here in the open air are all Black Grade Mecha, and the owners are basically Saint Craftsmans of the Blacksmith Association.
The cockpit opened, and Long Yuan jumped out with his two disciples.
"How is it? My Mecha is fast."
"That's so fast! It would be great if I could have my own Mecha sometime." Tang Wulin's eyes were filled with longing.
Xu Xiaoyan Although she didn't speak, her desire could be seen in her eyes.
"It's just Mecha. Now Blacksmith Association has a Mecha Where's Grandmaster? If you want, you can ask him to help you." With that, Long Yuan pouted at the two rooms in the distance, "Did you see those two rooms? There are Zhen Hua and Mu Ye's God Grade Mecha inside."
"God Grade Mecha!" Tang Wulin exclaimed.
"Okay, don't be surprised for now, let's go find someone first."
Zhen Hua's office was not far away. I arrived not long after walking. When I opened the door, there was no one inside.
Long Yuan raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he heard the sound of metal tapping coming from the end of the corridor.
"It's Forging Room." He turned around and walked in the direction of the sound.
Tang Wulin and Xu Xiaoyan looked at each other and quickly followed.
Forging Room's door was ajar, and sparks were flying inside.
Zhen Hua is standing in front of the forging table, holding a forging hammer in each hand, striking a piece of red metal in front of him at an astonishing speed. His movements are smooth and smooth, and every hammer drop is extremely precise. The metal is constantly deformed under the hammer, and impurities are shaken out bit by bit.
Tang Wulin was fascinated by what he saw. His forging hammer technique relied more on strength and precision, but what the person in front of him showed was a completely different realm - the perfect combination of speed and rhythm.
"Zhen Hua." Long Yuan said.
The sound of hammering stopped suddenly.
Zhen Hua turned around, his eyes first fell on Long Yuan, then moved to Tang Wulin and Xu Xiaoyan, his eyes lit up.
"Is this your apprentice?" He put down the hammer, walked over, and looked Tang Wulin up and down.
Tang Wulin saluted quickly. "Junior Tang Wulin, I have seen Zhen Hua Grandmaster."
Zhen Hua looked at Xu Xiaoyan again. "Who is this little girl?"
"My other disciple, Xu Xiaoyan." Long Yuan said calmly.
Xu Xiaoyan saluted obediently. "Zhen Hua Grandmaster Good."
Zhen Hua smiled and nodded, his eyes returned to Tang Wulin, his eyes full of appreciation.
"I heard that you won the blacksmith competition championship on Heavenly Sea Grand Competition. You are indeed a genius. I finally saw it today."
Zhen Hua was amazed. "This is the first time I have seen a ten-year-old fourth-level blacksmith in all my years."
He paused, then changed the topic. "However, there is a hurdle from level 4 to level 5. From Thousand Refinement to Spirit Refinement, the difference is not in technique, but in understanding. Many blacksmiths are stuck at this level their entire lives."
Tang Wulin listened carefully and did not interrupt.
Zhen Hua looked at him and suddenly grinned.
"Would you like to try it?"
Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Long Yuan.
"Me, me?"
Long Yuan nodded slightly.
"Yes."
Zhen Hua took him to another forging table, took a piece of silver-white metal from the material rack next to it, and placed it on the table.
"Sinking Silver." Zhen Hua said, "It should be the metal you are most familiar with. I heard that you chose this metal for the Eastsea City competition."
Tang Wulin nodded, reached out and pressed the surface of Sinking Silver, closed his eyes, and felt every texture and every trace of impurity inside the metal.
After a while, he opened his eyes and raised his right hand.
Thousand Refined Heavy Silver Hammer holds it in his hand. This is his most convenient forging hammer. Long Yuan specially asked him to bring it with him when he went out this time.
The first hammer fell.
"Dang Dang Dang -"
The sound sounded three times in a row, and the sound of hammering was clear and echoed in Forging Room.
Zhen Hua stood aside, folding his arms and squinting. Long Yuan leaned against the door frame and said nothing.
Xu Xiaoyan clutched the corner of his clothes and stared at Tang Wulin nervously.
Tang Wulin's hammer speed is not very fast, but the intervals between each hammer are extremely regular, as if he is playing a piece of music. Sinking Silver is constantly deforming under his hammer, impurities are shaken out bit by bit, and the metal surface gradually glows with a faint luster.
"The rhythm is good." Zhen Hua whispered.
Long Yuan said nothing.
Time passed by minute by minute. Tang Wulin's hammer speed became faster and faster, and the sound of hammers was so continuous that it was almost impossible to distinguish the intervals between hammers.
The luster on the surface of Sinking Silver is getting brighter and brighter, and you can vaguely see something flowing inside.
Suddenly, a pale golden light rose from the surface of Sinking Silver and circulated in Forging Room.
"Thousand Refinement First Grade." A trace of surprise flashed in Zhen Hua's eyes. How long had it passed?
Being able to do this is enough to show how rich his experience is on Thousand Refinement.
Tang Wulin didn't stop.
He took a deep breath and mentally penetrated the inside of Sinking Silver again. The impurities in the metal after Thousand Refinement have been basically removed, and the internal texture is neat and orderly.
But the most important and difficult thing about Spirit Refinement is to give it spirituality.
This is different from Thousand Refinement, but it requires planting a "seed" inside the metal.
He closed his eyes, condensed his mental power into a line, and probed into the depths of Sinking Silver. In his perception, the internal structure of Sinking Silver was clearly visible, and every texture was waiting to be activated.
After a full hour, he raised the hammer and lowered it gently.
The hammer was very light, so light that the sound was almost inaudible. But the moment the hammer fell, a faint ripple appeared on the surface of Sinking Silver, as if life was awakening.
Zhen Hua's pupils suddenly contracted.
"So fast..."
Another hammer fell, and ripples spread. Something was beating inside Sinking Silver, like the beating of a heart.
Sweat oozed from Tang Wulin's forehead, and the consumption of mental energy was far more intense than that of Soul Power. His face turned pale, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
The third hammer.
"Buzz--"
Sinking Silver shook violently, and a golden light rose into the sky, turning into a thin Guang Long in Forging Room, circling in a circle and then slowly dissipating.
Spirit Refinement, Cheng.
Forging Room It was quiet.
Zhen Hua stepped forward, picked up the piece of Sinking Silver, and looked at it carefully.
The metal surface is as smooth as a mirror, and there are faint golden light patterns flowing inside, as if it is alive.
"Spirit Refinement..." Zhen Hua murmured, "A thirteen-year-old fifth-level blacksmith."
He raised his head and looked at Tang Wulin, his eyes full of disbelief.
"When did you break through?"
Tang Wulin wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Just now? Maybe..."
He couldn't tell when he had a breakthrough. He had tried Spirit Refinement before, but he kept stumbling, but today was different.
Maybe it was the change in my mood, everything just fell into place.
Zhen Hua was silent for a while, then laughed.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" He said three good words in a row and patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder, "Your master is a monster, and you are also a monster. You two, master and disciple, are here to mess with me."
Tang Wulin was a little embarrassed. "Zhen Hua Grandmaster won the prize."
Zhen Hua waved his hand. "No prize, no prize. A thirteen-year-old fifth-level blacksmith has never appeared in the entire history of the continent."
He looked at Long Yuan with a bit of envy in his eyes.
"You kid, why are you so lucky?"
Long Yuan The corners of his mouth raised slightly but he said nothing.
Xu Xiaoyan stood next to him with bright eyes. "Senior brother is so awesome!"
Tang Wulin scratched his head and was about to say something when a rough voice came from the door.
"Hey, is it so lively?"