Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

On the side, someone had already prepared an incense stick. With a wave of his hand, he stabbed straight into the wall like a metal nail.    

Both of them had already tightly gripped onto the handle of the hammer and were eager to give it a try. Someone at the side flicked his finger across the air and a ball of flame landed on the incense stick. This fine sandalwood stick had already been ignited, emitting waves of fragrance.    

However, no one present was in the mood to feel this sound. Their nerves were already taut, waiting for the two of them to compete.    

As the incense stick started burning, Yang Xuan and Qii Zilei squatted down almost at the same time. They reached out and grabbed the handle of the bellows. It was not difficult for them to forge the pig iron into a mature iron in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. However, with the rule that the Spiritual Force could not leave the body, the most important step was to smelt the iron ore.    

The bellows began to shrink continuously, blowing the flames into the furnace. The charcoal in the furnace was burning red, and tongues of flame were spat out from the furnace, licking the side of the furnace.    

Hot wind blew out from the furnace, burning the furnace red.    

The temperature in the furnace had reached its limit. Yang Xuan quickly used his iron clamp to pick up an iron ore and put it into the furnace. At the same time, he kept blowing wind with one hand.    

Although Qii Zilei was a little arrogant, he saw Yang Xuan's skillful movements. Still a little surprised. Although Qii Zilei was very arrogant, it didn't mean that his smithing skills weren't good enough. On the contrary, as an elder of Qii family, he was one of the few people with the best craftsmanship in Qii family. It could even be said that smithing had become an instinct that was carved into one's bones.    

However, these instincts of his had only been cultivated after thousands of years. He was the last batch of disciples that Qii Lingfeng had taught. After he left, Qii Lingfeng left the Qii family, and there was no news of him.    

However, Yang Xuan looked to be at most twenty or thirty years old. It was true that he was talented to have such strength, but judging from his smithing movements, he was very experienced. This shocked Qii Zilei.    

There was no way for a blacksmith to be successful in any way. No matter how talented he was, he would not be able to understand without decades of hammering.    

Faced with Yang Xuan's inconsistent performance in terms of age, Qii Zilei suddenly felt a little uncertain. However, he still gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on the blacksmith furnace in front of him.    

No matter how talented Yang Xuan was, coupled with his background as a master teacher, it was impossible for him to surpass his thousands of years of forging experience. If he were to lose to Yang Xuan, it would truly be a joke.    

Very quickly, the iron ore that the two of them placed into the furnace had already been burned red. The two of them took out the iron ore almost at the same time, placed it on the anvil, and gripped the hammer.    

Qii Zilei couldn't help looking at Yang Xuan again, but this time, he looked at Yang Xuan's palm.    

Usually, on a blacksmith's palm, there would be a thick layer of calluses at the tiger's mouth. This was a gift given by the hammer after being in contact with it for a long time.    

However, Yang Xuan's palm was delicate and white. It didn't look like a palm that an experienced blacksmith should have.    

However, right after that, Yang Xuan bent his knees slightly and tightened his calves. He raised the hammer high above his head. Only then did Qii Zilei heave a sigh of relief.    

The method Yang Xuan used was to maximize his strength. But there was a flaw in this posture, and that was that it was extremely difficult to control. If he wanted the hammer to accurately land in the position he wanted, it would take at least a few hundred years. It was almost impossible to do so.    

However, since Yang Xuan had used such an arrogant posture, Qii Zilei naturally wouldn't want to fall behind. Apart from their appearance being different, their movements and posture were exactly the same.    

Yang Xuan swung his first hammer, and the head of Yang Xuan's hammer landed firmly on the iron ore. The iron ore instantly changed shape, and for a moment, sparks flew in all directions. On the other side, the same scene was happening in front of Qii Zilei.    

However, Yang Xuan's speed was extremely fast. With the force of the hammer rebounding on the iron ore, he smashed the hammer down again. The second strike still firmly hit the iron ore.    

Qii Zilei suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. This was only the second hammer strike, but Yang Xuan had already found his rhythm.    

The so-called rhythm was to swing the hammer according to a certain frequency and speed when forging. This way, he could borrow the strength of the hammer to move his body, and then use his body to move the hammer. Not only did the efficiency increase by quite a bit, but it could also save a lot of energy.    

"No, I can't be disturbed by him." Qii Zilei gritted his teeth in his heart and forced himself not to look at Yang Xuan. The second hammer fell and bounced up. At the same time, he squatted down slightly. His calf moved his body and brought back the hammer that had bounced onto his back. The third hammer also landed on the iron ore.    

On the other side, Yang Xuan's movements were even faster than Qii Zilei's.    

"It doesn't matter. I have found my rhythm. As long as you pay attention to speed up. ___ said." Qii Zilei comforted himself in his heart. At the same time, he didn't stop moving his hands. The fourth hammer was also smashed out.    

However, the people on the side were a little surprised. Of course, they didn't know that Qii Zilei chose the same posture as Yang Xuan because he didn't want to admit defeat.    

What they could see was that the two of them were using the same posture. However, for some reason, Qii Zilei's movement gave them an extremely awkward feeling. It was obvious that every time Qii Zilei swung his hammer, and when the hammer fell, he would also constantly adjust the position of the hammer.    

However, Yang Xuan's movements were very smooth. As long as the hammer fell, it would firmly smash onto the iron ore, squeezing out a portion of the impurities from the iron ore.    

Very quickly, the iron ore in front of Yang Xuan had shrunk to its original size. When Yang Xuan's hammer landed on the iron ore, the iron ore would no longer be deformed. At this time, it meant that the iron ore had already turned into raw iron.    

Yang Xuan grabbed the iron tongs and sent the iron ore in. At the same time, he placed the hammer on the ground and quickly pulled the bellows. The flames in the bellows burned quickly, burning the raw iron red once again.    

On the other side, Qii Zilei was a step slower than Yang Xuan.    

All the acolytes present, regardless of whether they were ordinary people in town or not. The disciples of the Qii family, who had been nurtured as elites by the Qii family, were all dumbfounded by what they saw. Qii Zilei's movements were awkward, but compared to Yang Xuan, they were... No one knew how much smoother it was.    

Before this, they had never thought that his movements would be so graceful and smooth when he was forging, as if he was dancing.    

After swinging the hammer again, Yang Xuan's gaze became serious. Refining iron ore into raw iron was not difficult, as long as there was sufficient strength. Everyone could do it. But to forge pig iron into steel or even mature iron, it was quite skilled.