What is Dark Harbor like?

Strength and money are its only order, freedom and chaos are its eternal dark symphony.

What was that person like when he was a teenager?

To put it in a popular saying in the previous civilization, people generally have the "secondary disease" in their youth, such as self-proclaimed passion or coldness, self-proclaimed justice or depravity, self-proclaimed freedom and melancholy...

In short, everything is full of self-righteousness.

So, the boy and the Dark Harbor are an interesting combination. When they collide, the story will definitely happen.

Just will want to eliminate the injustice of the Dark Harbor.

The evil spirit is just trying to shine brightly in the Dark Harbor...

This is an absolute stage.

A group of genius boys who thought they were at the center of the world came up.

Some people say that the Dark Harbor is actually peaceful.

Although it is performing sin and injustice every day, it is also releasing freedom and wildness every day. This repetition of every day has exactly formed its tranquility.

Because, it is not changed.

But the teenagers have already appeared, will everything be changed?

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Three hammers are in one set, and the first two hammers must concentrate all their energy. In an extremely fast time, use a technique that was almost impossible to achieve before the Purple Moon Age to refine the iron billet.

And the last hammer must meticulously burst out all your strength.

Tang Ling is very serious in every hammer. What he pursues is not to work hard to complete it, but to complete it perfectly.

He heard the sound of the hammer dropping carefully that each sound had some subtle adjustments and changes, including the seemingly simple last hammer, because only after a few hits can he find that the mystery of the last hammer is that not only needs to burst out the strength of the whole body, but also needs to make it more condensed. When the hammer drops, most of the power is used on the thick blank instead of evacuating it.

Doing so seems to make the recovery of a trace of power more condensed.

Therefore, this third hammer is also crucial.

‘Dangdang’, every sound of Tang Ling is filled with a changing sound of thumping, which seems to be an extremely wonderful music to Boss Huang.

He stretched out a hand, raised a finger, closed his eyes, and danced his hands with the rhythm of Tang Ling's ironwork.

In this world, what is the most beautiful power that humans can burst out? It is the power of thinking.

No matter whether God is laughing or not, after all, thinking is driving the progress of human civilization.

Tang Ling's thumping sound has the charm of thinking, so it will be full of changes, well, good, changes in the right direction.

Boss Huang’s enjoyment corresponds to Tang Ling’s extreme fatigue.

With such three hammers, you will feel deeply tired after one set. After a few sets, you can feel that the energy in your body is being consumed violently.

However, such three hammers require each hammer to remain in an absolute state. Think about it, the highly concentrated spirit and the power to explode with all your strength...

Tang Ling gasped heavily, he didn't want to stop. He seemed to have fallen in love with the feeling of tempering the rough, because no matter how Boss Huang concealed it, he also thought it was a way to temper himself.

Unfortunately, he had to stop every few sets, and his current physical strength could not support him in continuous ironwork.

After another six set of beats, Tang Ling's arms were sore as if they were not his own, but this was not the key to not being able to continue. The key was that Tang Ling felt that he had no physical strength. With the last blow, he almost supported himself with his will, and exploded with all his strength.

This time, all the energy in the body was squeezed out, and the energy disappeared, so the physical strength naturally could no longer support it.

At this time, Dingling seemed to have calculated the time accurately. She twisted her small body and round head, and brought Tang Ling a plate of food.

A glass of seaweed juice and Tang Ling’s remaining breakfast.

Tang Ling took a steamed bun with his trembling arm. This time he learned a lesson, so he only tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

Looking at Tang Ling's appearance, Ding Ling couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled: "You are too weak, just make a good iron, that will improve your endurance."

"The boss said that many people only value strength, speed, etc. In fact, endurance, that is, physical strength, is what should be paid more attention to."

"Huh?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows. The basic ability he had always thought of before, and he had never thought about physical strength.

This statement seemed to give him a little enlightenment.

"Yes, physical strength! The boss said that if two ordinary people fight, the one who can laugh to the end must be someone with more physical strength. Putting aside all the fog, the essence of fighting is fighting. Isn't the essence of fighting just to compare who can persist?" Dingling looked at Tang Ling with a gaze of 'You are so stupid', then snorted, and said, "I will deliver food to you in two hours, and then twisted his little body and left.

But Tang Ling was stunned!

Yes, physical strength! I have never valued a basic ability before. If I have strong physical strength, I can not only last longer, but I can even get beaten a few more times, right?

This ironwork can also improve physical strength, which is really a good job.

For some reason, Tang Ling was brainwashed. After eating half of the steamed bun, she felt that the energy began to recover again. After filling it up, she picked up the hammer at her hand.

On this day, the sound of the blacksmith of the Chenchao Tower never stopped. It lasted from 8 o'clock in the morning to 8 o'clock in the evening. It had been more than the nine hours set by Boss Huang.

On this day, Boss Huang seemed to be immersed in the enjoyment of listening to Tang Ling's ironwork. He came to the door with six guests, but he refused five of them, leaving only one to negotiate a business.

It seems that talking about business with people will affect his enjoyment of listening to Tang Ling's ironwork.

"I'm so tired." Boss Huang stretched his waist, watched Ding Dong close the store door, then took a rag, and prepared to wipe the already clean shop.

"You've been sitting for a day, is it also called tired?" Although Ding Dong's body was small, his movements were very quick. After blinking a few times, a treasure rack was wiped by her and it was almost shining. This was not the speed of a human being.

It felt like I had blown a few breaths, and the treasure rack was wiped a hundred times.

Boss Huang has long been accustomed to this speed of cleaning up. How could his dingling dong be ordinary? Faced with Ding dong's disdain, Boss Huang was not annoyed. He smiled slightly and said in a long voice: "Why aren't you tired? Today I took a business. If it were normal, I wouldn't take a business a month. After all, there will be no more than a hundred customers coming to this Chendao Building in a year."

"And I'm going to pick people. Not everyone is qualified to use things produced by Chen Dao Tower."

Ding Dong was too lazy to answer the conversation, and while starting to wipe other furniture, he glanced at Boss Huang.

But Boss Huang himself made a 'hiss' sound, looked at the iron room, and said to himself: "Is this kid a lucky star? Six people came to the door today, and there was still one that caught his eye and negotiated a business."

"Well, I'll go see this kid. It's been twelve hours in a row, don't get tired of yourself. I finally waited for a lucky star..." As he said that, Boss Huang walked into the iron room in the back hall with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Boss Huang's back, Dingdong looked up and muttered: "Worry is worrying, what excuses are you looking for? It's really strange. Didn't Tang Ling only come for one day? Why is the boss so concerned? Before coming, he disliked him very much and felt troublesome?"

Thinking of this, Ding Dong remembered Tang Ling’s appearance in the morning when he had breakfast, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He thought that he could have been able to make a blacksmith for so long, well, this person doesn’t hate him either.

As for what the boss thinks? What if he cares about him, who can guess his thoughts?

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, is there anyone as stupid as you? It took only five pieces of black iron thick pieces to finish it in twelve hours?" Boss Huang's voice was ridiculous. Looking at Tang Ling, who was meticulous in ironwork, his eyes were full of contempt.

Tang Ling's sweat at this time had already wet the clothes all over her body, just like she had been fished out in water.

The high temperature in the ironwork is not something that anyone can tolerate, but according to Boss Huang's rules, no cooling thing can be placed, and there can't be even a trace of wind.

It will affect everything that is stable.

What is everything that is stable? Only ghosts know! In short, Boss Huang likes to abuse himself, so Tang Ling must work in such an environment.

Ignoring Boss Huang's sarcastic language, Tang Ling was still devoted to the ironwork. After twelve hours, he had already experienced the benefits of this ironwork too deeply. Not only did he temper himself, he could make his strength harmonious and physical strength improved, but he also had a slight improvement in his mental strength.

This kind of experience is something he has never had in hopes!

You know, in the days of hope barriers, he even saved time to sleep and had not achieved such training efficiency. He had such a comprehensive improvement for himself. This set of ironwork methods is really amazing.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you must be embarrassed to reply, right?" Boss Huang blew his pipe twice, and the fire in the pipe became a little stronger. He took advantage of this time and took a deep breath, and thick smoke came out of his nose: "You have set a record. The stupidest man can complete the refinement of these five pieces of black iron in four or five hours."

Yes, it took twelve hours, Tang Ling had already refined four thick black iron pieces, and was placed at his feet, emitting a bright silver light.

The remaining part has initially turned bright silver, and it may be completely tempered in half an hour.

In front of him, there was an empty plate. The rest of the breakfast in the morning had been eaten. At noon, Dingling brought a piece of grilled fish and a plate of fried shells that looked like small gourds, which were also eaten by Tang Ling.

Because I was immersed in the ironclad, Tang Ling didn't know what these foods tasted, but only knew that the energy of food at noon was more intense than breakfast.

But this is already the limit. Tang Ling doesn't need dinner at all, and he can't eat it anymore.

However, before, he thought that only a little breakfast would take him two days to digest.

What kind of improvement is this? It made Tang Ling ecstatic. In contrast, what is Boss Huang's sarcasm?

Just being stupid, maybe you don’t have the talent to make a blacksmith?

However, Tang Ling didn't know that Boss Huang was talking nonsense. An ordinary person, an ordinary genius in Boss Huang's heart, even if he was an ordinary person.

When I first came into contact with this set of iron-smashing methods, it was already amazing to be able to refine a piece of thick blank in a day, after spending 24 hours in one day.
Chapter completed!