Seeing Yuan Pan coming over in a fierce manner, Curly Hair thought he was here to fight with her, so she almost took out the hammer.
As a result, as soon as this man arrived in front of her, he bowed deeply and said, "I'm sorry."
Not to mention Curly Hair, everyone nearby was stunned for a moment and began to speculate on the relationship between the two.
Tang Mo frowned, what kind of idea is this?
"It's okay?" Curly Hair replied uncertainly.
Yuan Pan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight and smiled at her, "My master wants to say a few words to you. Is it convenient for you to come over?"
The holy blacksmith wants to talk to her?
Little Curly straightened his back subconsciously and solemnly said: "Go."
Yuan Pan took Curly Hair away.
Yu Yi looked at the two people's backs and thought something was wrong. He said hello to Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu and followed them.
Tang Mo: She wants to go too, but is it convenient?
Fu Yunxiu looked at it, pulled her and walked towards Mr. Yu and Mr. Tong. Naturally, he didn't dare to go up to them, but it was good to be closer and be able to hear a few people talking.
Little Curly went up and bowed first, and introduced himself, including his age, cultivation level, and occupation. He looked like a well-behaved child.
When they heard that she was only eleven, the old guys became silent and looked at her with a different look.
Yuan Pan staggered and almost knelt down. He was beaten to the ground by a little kid and was trampled under his feet. This was simply a stain on his entire life.
There is no way to accept it!
Taking a deep breath, Master Tong asked: "There is a blacksmith competition here, are you interested in participating?"
Little Curly Hair still had the same idea, she said embarrassedly: "My craftsmanship and cultivation level are not equal. I have just broken through to the king level and have not touched the secret pattern yet."
Master Tong waved his hand, "It's only better than forged iron." He pointed at Yuan Pan, "This guy doesn't give up and is still thinking about Qianjun. If you can win forged iron this time, he won't have the shame to look for you again."
Little Curly glanced at Yuan Pan and asked, "Besides this, are there no other benefits?"
Master Tong couldn't help but laugh, "What else do you want?"
Little Curly pursed his lips slightly and said, "I heard that he is your disciple. If I win against him, will it prove that I am more suitable to be your disciple?"
Hearing this, Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu looked at each other in surprise. This development was somewhat unexpected.
Yu Yi was also surprised, but after the surprise, she was ecstatic. If Wei Qiqi really worshiped Master Tong as her teacher, would she not leave Gengxin City?
But when he thought about the gap between the two, he began to feel depressed again.
Master Tong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Do you want to become my teacher?"
Little Curly nodded. In fact, she hadn't thought about it, it was just a whim. However, her love for forging was real. It would be great if she could have a saint-level master to teach her.
Mr. Tong stared at her for two seconds, and finally nodded and said, "You can beat Yuan Pan first and then talk about it."
Little Curly didn't understand, but anyone who knew a little bit about the character of Saint Forging Heaven knew that this person didn't like to be sloppy. One was one, the other was two, so he didn't say anything about it again.
I didn’t refuse at all, but I actually wanted to agree. Everything just depends on the result of the game.
There was an unused stove on the field, and Curly Curly and Yuan Pan walked over one after the other.
The latter was still in a daze. This was different from what he thought. Why did he suddenly go to the disciple's place? Did he agree to use the Qianjun Hammer as a bet? Why didn't the master mention it?
Seeing the two of them starting to get angry, Mr. Yu couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to take on a disciple again?"
Master Tong pretended to be mysterious and said: "Maybe it's fate."
Here, Tang Mo couldn't help but worry, "She doesn't really want to become a disciple. Then can she still travel with us in the future?"
Fu Yunxiu consoled him: "It's not decided yet." He thought for a while and then said: "If we can really become a disciple, we should be happy, Qiqi is still young."
Tang Mo nodded. Of course she knew that becoming a disciple would bring a lot of benefits to Curly Hair, but she just couldn't let it go.
have to.
These two people never thought that Curly would lose. My sister is so powerful, how could she lose?
The game officially started, and a piece of the same metal the size of a human head was placed in front of everyone.
First, it was thrown into the furnace to be calcined, and then the quenching water was taken out and beaten. For a while, there was a clanking sound in the square.
Naturally, the Qianjun hammer is used for small curly hair, and the hammering method is also very particular.
Tang Mo didn't study this aspect and didn't know what was good. He just thought that the rhythm of percussion sounded very comfortable, like a simple piece of music, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
As time goes by, the sound of knocking gradually changes, from the original thick to crisp, as if some impurities have been removed and become pure.
The sun has set in the west, and it seems that there is not much time, but the gap between everyone is actually not big. It feels like they are evenly matched. How to determine the winner or loser?
As a result, everyone began to exert their efforts, and various techniques and secret hammering techniques emerged one after another.
But Curly Hair had nothing. She gritted her teeth and directly activated the secret pattern on Qianjun Hammer.
In an instant, the weight of Qianjun Hammer increased dozens of times.
Little Curly let out a low shout, and his calf instantly exerted force, driving the waist to rotate, then driving the arms, elbows and wrists, and finally transferred the force to the Qianjun Hammer.
When the hammer was swung out, even the fire next to it was shortened, and it was almost blown out by the hammer wind.
The Qianjun Hammer smashed the metal with a clang, not only flattening it, but also sending it flying.
Little Curly took the opportunity to continue swinging the hammer and smashed the metal cake against the forging table again.
Just like this, one blow after another, sweat quickly broke out on her forehead, which showed that pushing the Qianjun Hammer to this level was already her limit.
Master Tong couldn't help but stood up, his eyes filled with admiration.
The forging masters nearby also nodded in praise frequently.
"The little girl has solid basic skills."
"You're so strong, you're born to be a blacksmith."
"I'm attracted by such a good seedling." The master joked: "Master Tong, if you don't like it, I will accept it."
Master Tong turned around and glared, "Whoever dares to steal someone from me should first ask if the hammer in my hand will agree."
"If we don't rob or rob, how can we have the courage? Besides, others don't look down on us."
As soon as he said this, a group of old guys laughed.
Master Tong snorted, turned around and continued to look at Little Curly Hair, no matter how he looked at it, he was satisfied.
After hearing this conversation, Tang Mo became even more worried. It seemed that he was definitely going to become a disciple. What would happen if Little Curly Hair met Tong Yan? She could see through her little thoughts at a glance and was not allowed to be bullied to death by Tong Yan.
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Yu Yi next to him was also very proud of Curly Hair in his heart, but this scene also made him realize that the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger.
well!
In the square, Yuan Pan was completely convinced. Some people are just talented and capable, and they should hold the best hammer because they are worthy.
Only now did he realize that although he was much stronger than ordinary people, compared with real geniuses, he was just an ordinary person.
As the sun set, Curly Hair became the winner of this competition.