The man in black who broke into the yard at night did not go back. The next day, the few small gangs adjacent to the "Siping Gang" each had their own guardians, and the leaders such as the hall master disappeared.

It’s just that everyone is secretly informing each other.

As Xie Duanyang thought, after this night, the gangs stopped and even took the initiative to visit Xie Chao.

At this moment, Xie Duanyang moved again.

Unlike last time, Xie Chao ordered the troops from the gang and declared war on his allies' "Iron Fist Club" with great fanfare.

Xie Duanyang wrapped his whole body in a cloak to watch the battle. At the most intense moment of the struggle, he killed the first "Iron Fist Association" and nearly half of the big bosses.

The disciples of the "Iron Fist Association" who were observing this scene collapsed their confidence and surrendered one after another, and were easily annexed by the "Siping Gang".

After this battle, the "Siping Gang" completely became famous in Jiayuan West City.

Just when everyone thought Xie Chao would act in one go and attack the "Poison Dragon Gang", he suddenly stopped.

Kill some, and then reuse some.

Disrupt the disciples of the "Iron Fist Association" and divide them into various halls of the Siping Gang, and send their own confidants to control them.

Methodically digest the territory and interests of the "Iron Fist Club".

Seeing that the "Siping Gang" is powerful, the "Dog Dragon Gang" actually chose to take the initiative to give up some docks and choose to shrink.

Although anyone with discerning eyes could see that Xie Chao would never stop, he was just waiting to complete the integration of the two gangs.

But now the situation that was about to come was strangely calmed down.

Xie Duanyang began his iron-making career.

"Sir, there is nothing to say about ironwork.

It mainly depends on understanding the properties of the material, mastering the strength of the forging, and the heat.

Many things are hard to explain in words. If you have been able to understand them for a few years, you will naturally understand what you should understand."

Half of his beards and hair were gray, but his body was strong and bulging and muscles were not inferior to those of the strong blacksmith. He explained to Xie Duanyang with a embarrassed face.

Next to him, several others nodded repeatedly.

As the leading blacksmiths in Lanzhou City, they were not so polite when they taught their apprentices.

In fact, they have more or less gang backgrounds and connections, and they are always unwilling to come over by this unknown little gang.

But when they knew that the "Siping Gang" could easily remove the "Iron Fist Club" with the same strength as theirs, all relying on the tall man in front of them, the attitude of several people suddenly changed.

After listening to them quietly, Xie Duanyang's expression remained unchanged, and he just nodded slightly.

"It's better to try it yourself if you say it hundreds or thousands of times.

Or, sir, please try the hammer weight first and see how strong we can make up our minds..."

The youngest middle-aged blacksmith among the few people was a little uneasy.

I couldn't help but hand over the dark hammer in my hand and pointed at the jujube wooden stake that was thick with my calf.

The apprentice followed the ironwork and naturally didn't get started from the beginning, otherwise the material would have to be broken.

It takes three or two years to do all kinds of work to cultivate your strength.

Of course, for Xie Duanyang, the previous many steps will be omitted directly.

After taking the hammer, Xie Duanyang weighed the weight and did not take action directly.

Instead, he squinted his eyes and looked at the wooden stake carefully, and stretched out his hand to rub and knock it.

After roughly understanding the tightness of the wooden pile material, Xie Duanyang pressed his body slightly, pulled the pile step, and waved the hammer in his hand as the machine.

"Bang...bang..."

The dull impact of the hammer hitting the wooden stakes ringed rhythmically.

It was not very loud, but it fell into the ears of several blacksmiths, but its expression became solemn involuntarily.

They knew that Xie Duanyang was extremely powerful, so they were afraid that they would not have the strength of thousands of pounds of strength on both arms.

But those who make blacksmiths are far from simply having a lot of strength. The key is to control the strength evenly and accurately, calmly and steady.

"Zhang Tie" looks mature, but it is still not difficult to see that he is only in his early twenties.

He waved his hands but saw no restlessness in his youthful spirit, and he was neither too fast nor too slow.

It is obviously the most boring thing, but in his hands, it actually gives people the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water.

The middle-aged blacksmith who handed the hammer to Xie Duanyang, her black face turned red.

Even if he takes action, this achievement is not as good as that.

Just as they were thinking about it, Xie Duanyang suddenly moved quickly.

The arm dragged the afterimage in the air and smashed it downwards at a speed of tens of times faster than before.

"not good."

The old blacksmith at the beginning was the oldest. Seeing this, he couldn't help but exclaim, and wanted to persuade Xie Duanyang to stop him.

The other people felt a little resentful and thought to themselves in their hearts that the young people could not hold back.

"wrong."

The old blacksmith stopped in the air with his hands stretched out, and his somewhat turbid eyes suddenly widened, revealing an incredible expression.

Although Xie Duanyang's speed was fast, the landing point and strength did not change at all, as always.

"Bang!"

The last hammer fell, Xie Duanyang shook his wrist and threw the hammer back to the original owner.

Just heard the sound of "squeaking" like tearing paper and tearing silk.

The spider web cracked and spread rapidly in the center of the wooden stake, spreading throughout the jujube wooden stake in an instant.

Follow.

"Swish!"

The wooden stakes were scattered into countless thin pieces, as if hundreds of chopsticks were densely arranged on the ground, with a uniform thickness and a slight slight difference.

"Adults only need to practice a little bit of this."

Staring at the wood chips on the ground, the old blacksmith swallowed his saliva, saying.

"Next, just work hard to get familiar with the physical properties of the materials and the fire.

Rong Xiaoren will give you a brief introduction to the thirty-four materials commonly used in iron smelting, and seven techniques and techniques..."

But soon, he couldn't help but want to swallow what he just said.

If Xie Duanyang's control over the strength of the hammer forging can also be explained by martial arts experts.

Then his control over the nature of metal and iron or fire seems to be a monster, and can be described as a natural person.

Just touch it casually with your hands to distinguish the nuances of ores from different origins.

There are many, and he, the old blacksmith who has been fighting iron for decades, cannot be determined at a glance.

You must raise the fire and refine it, and you can fully master it when you start the hammer and forge it.

Of course he would not have thought that Xie Duanyang would practice the "Gold Melting Method" and these things were as simple as eating and drinking water.

What they can do is just tell Xie Duanyang about the experience they have accumulated over the past few decades and some unique skills they have found.

"Has sir been able to learn the craft of ironwork before?"

Although I know the difference in identity, after seven or eight days, Xie Duanyang's skills have improved rapidly at a speed of thousands of miles a day.

After all, the old blacksmith couldn't help but feel curious and asked questions that everyone wanted to know.

“That’s right.

I have been smelted from generation to generation since I was a child, but I only switched to martial arts by chance.”
Chapter completed!