Chapter 1641

"OK, I accept." Yang Xuan nodded and agreed.

On one side, someone had prepared a incense stick. As soon as he shook it, he stabbed it straight into the wall like an iron nail.

Both of them had grasped the handle of the hammer and began to be eager to try. Someone flicked his fingers in the air, and a flame fell on the incense head. The good sandalwood on this root had been burned and sent out bursts of fragrance.

But no one was in the mood to feel the sound. Their nerves were tense and waiting for the two people in the competition.

With the incense burning, Yang Xuan and Qi zilei squatted down almost at the same time and reached out to grasp the grip of the bellows. Forging pig iron into mature iron in a fragrant time is not difficult for both of them, but with the provision that spiritual power cannot be separated from the body, smelting iron ore is the most important step.

The bellows began to shrink and blow the flame into the stove. The charcoal in the stove burned red, and the tongue of fire spewed out from the mouth of the stove and licked the edge of the blacksmith's stove.

The hot wind spits out from the stove and burns it red.

The temperature in the stove has reached the extreme. Yang Xuan quickly picked up an iron ore with pliers and put it into the stove. At the same time, one hand is still blowing.

Qi zilei on one side was arrogant, but he was surprised to see Yang Xuan's skillful action. Although Qi zilei is very arrogant, it doesn't mean that he can't make iron. On the contrary, as an elder of the Qi family, he is one of the best craftsmen of the Qi family. It can even be said that forging iron has become an instinct engraved into his bones.

But his instincts took thousands of years to practice. He was the last batch of disciples taught by Qi Lingfeng. After he left the school, Qi Lingfeng left the Qi family without any news.

But Yang Xuan, a young man who looked at most in his twenties and thirties, had this strength. Of course, he had a good talent, but he was very sophisticated when he saw his iron striking action, which surprised Qi zileidun.

Blacksmiths don't have any quick way. No matter how talented they are, they can't understand it without holding a hammer for decades.

In the face of Yang Xuan's performance that is not proportional to his age, Qi zilei's heart suddenly has no bottom. But he gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on the blacksmith stove in front of him.

Even if Yang Xuan is gifted and comes from a famous teacher, it can't exceed his thousands of years of ironmaking experience. If he loses to Yang Xuan, it will make people laugh.

Soon, the iron ore they put into the iron furnace had been burned red. They took out the iron ore almost synchronously, put it on the anvil and held the hammer.

Qi zilei's eyes couldn't help falling on Yang Xuan's side again, but this time, he looked at Yang Xuan's palm.

Generally speaking, a blacksmith's palm and tiger's mouth will have a thick calluses, which is a gift given by the hammer after a long time of contact with the hammer.

But Yang Xuan's palm was thin, white and tender. It didn't look like the palm that an experienced blacksmith should have.

But then, Yang Xuan's knees were slightly bent, his legs were tight, and the hammer in his hand was held high above his head. At this moment, Qi zilei was relieved.

The method used by Yang Xuan is to maximize the strength of the posture, but this posture has a disadvantage that it is extremely difficult to control. It is almost impossible to make the hammer accurately fall in the desired position without tens or hundreds of years.

But Yang Xuan used as like as two peas in a wild posture. Qi Zi Lei was naturally unwilling to lag behind. The two people were alike in appearance and posture, no matter they were in action or posture.

When the first hammer was wielded, Yang Xuan's hammer head fell steadily on the iron ore. the iron ore was deformed in an instant, and sparks splashed around for a while. On the other side, Qi zilei's face was the same.

But Yang Xuan's speed was very fast. With the rebound force of the hammer falling on the iron ore, he hit the hammer again, and the second hammer still hit the iron ore steadily.

Qi zileidun felt that his heartbeat missed half a beat. This was only the second hammer. Yang Xuan had found his own rhythm.

The so-called rhythm is to wave the hammer at a certain frequency and speed when striking iron. In this way, you can use the power of the hammer to drive the body, and then use the body to drive the hammer, which not only improves the efficiency, but also saves a lot of effort.

"No, I can't be disturbed by him." Qi zilei clenched his teeth in his heart and forced himself not to see Yang Xuan. The second hammer fell and bounced up. At the same time, his body squatted slightly, his lower leg drove his body, and brought back the hammer that bounced behind him. The third hammer also fell on the iron ore.

On the other side, Yang Xuan's action was one step faster than Qi zilei.

"It doesn't matter. I've found my own rhythm. As long as I pay attention to speeding up, I can surpass him soon." Qi zilei comforted himself in his heart. At same time, action in his hand did not stop, and fourth hammer also hit out.

But the people on one side were somewhat surprised. Of course, they didn't know that Qi zilei chose the same posture as Yang Xuan because he was unwilling to admit defeat.

What they can see is that they use the same posture, but somehow, Qi zilei's actions give people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. It is obvious that Qi zilei works very hard every time he swings the hammer, and when the hammer head falls, he will constantly adjust the falling position.

But Yang Xuan's movement is very smooth. As long as the hammer head falls, he can stably hit the iron ore and squeeze some impurities out of the iron ore.

Soon, the iron ore in front of Yang Xuan has shrunk to the original general size. Yang Xuan's hammer fell on the iron ore, and the iron ore will no longer deform. At this time, it means that the iron ore has become pig iron.

Yang Xuan grabbed the pliers and sent the iron ore in. At the same time, the hammer was placed on the ground and pulled the bellows quickly. The flame in the bellows burned quickly, burning the pig iron red again.

Qi zilei on the other side was a step slower than Yang Xuan.

Those apprentices present, whether ordinary people in the town or the children of the Qi family trained by the Qi family as elites, were stunned at this time. Qi zilei's movements are awkward, but compared with Yang Xuan, but compared with them, he doesn't know how smooth they are.

Before that, they had never thought that the movement of forging iron could be so elegant and smooth, just like dancing.

Again, Yang Xuan's eyes became dignified. Smelting iron ore into pig iron is not difficult. Everyone can do it as long as they have enough strength. However, it is quite skillful to forge pig iron into steel blocks or even wrought iron.