Chapter 3 Douluo Continent, Otherworldly Tang San

　　Tang San nodded, the profession of blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable for him to build dark weapons, "Dad, you're getting older, in a few years, when I'm a bit older, you'll teach me to build kitchen utensils, so I can take over your job." In the past, he had done the most precise concealed weapon manufacturing, the simplest forging he didn't know how to do instead. 　　Tang Hao was slightly lost in thought, murmuring, "Blacksmithing, it seems not bad." Pulling over a worn-out chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of raw iron and lazily said, "Little Three, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith." 　　Tang San thought for a moment and said, "A blacksmith who can create a divine weapon should be the best blacksmith." He had once heard people in the village say that in this world there were divine weapons that existed, even though he didn't know what a divine weapon actually was. But with the word god hanging on it, he thought it should be good. 　　A mocking glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, ''Divine artifact? Junior also knows about divine artifacts. Then tell me, what are divine weapons crafted from?" 　　Without thinking, Tang San directly said, "Of course it's made from the best materials." 　　Tang Hao stretched out an index finger and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, to build a divine weapon out of the finest materials, that's not the best blacksmith, it's a synthesizer at best. It is only a divine smith who creates a divine weapon out of mortal iron." 　　"Creating a divine weapon out of mortal iron?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao with some surprise, on weekdays, Tang Hao rarely talked to him, today was already considered the most. 　　Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a big iron lump with fifty centimeters square on the other side of the room, "If you want to become a blacksmith, learn forging with me. Then, you forge it ten thousand times with a hammer first. Only then will you be qualified for this." 　　It was a piece of mortal iron, which contained numerous impurities, and was not much worse than the one with the iron mother. 　　"Now, you can still change your mind." Tang Hao said indifferently. Already ready to go back to the inner room to continue sleeping. 　　"Dad, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was crisp and calm, but it contained a point of determination. 　　Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise, "Good." While saying that, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and placed it directly on the fireplace next to the bellows, so that as soon as the charcoal fire was lit, he could forge it. 　　After doing this, Tang Hao went back to the inner room to sleep. 　　Tang San was a person with a firm heart, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to create the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, that Tang Sect's topmost machinelike concealed weapon, with just a tattered and tattered drawing. That had taken him a full ten years. 　　Lighting the charcoal fire and pulling the bellows, he began his work. 　　The whirring and whirring sound of the bellows sounded, the fire emerged from the charcoal furnace, scorching the large iron lump, even though Tang San didn't know how to forge, he had often watched Tang Hao build agricultural tools, and the process was still known. 　　When the iron lump was gradually burned red, he dragged over the hammer Tang Hao used on weekdays and placed it on the ground, this kind of long-handled hammer was even a few points taller than his height, and it was impossible for an ordinary five- or six-year-old child to hold it, let alone wield it for forging. 　　But Tang San still picked it up, Xuan Tian gong force transported all over his body, even though he hadn't yet broken through the first gravity, he also possessed adult level strength. 　　When--, the hammer collided with the iron lump, letting out a crisp sound, this was Tang San's first hammer blow, and it also kicked off the prelude to the forging. 　　Inside, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, rolled over, and even though his eyes were closed, the look on his face still had a few moments of astonishment, muttering mumbles, "Actually able to hold a hammer, born with divine strength?" 　　The hammering sound began to ring in the blacksmith store, and Tang Hao and Tang San began to repeat their ordinary life, only the difference was that from this day on, Tang Hao got another fireplace in Tang San's room, and let him forge the iron lump by himself. He didn't instruct Tang San half-heartedly, but also from this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine and had more food in the house. 　　Forging was definitely a boring and fatiguing process, but Tang San took it as a way to hone his body. Eleven days had already passed, and he was always counting the numbers of his forging, wanting to swing the hammer, with his body's strength he couldn't do it, he had to have the assistance of Xuan Tian Gong. 　　His entire power was about enough to swing around a hundred hammers, whenever his power was depleted, he sat down on the ground on his knees to recover, and as soon as his internal power returned, he immediately continued hammering. 　　This wasn't just a workout for his body, the repeated depletion and recovery was also a good honing for his Xuan Tian Gong and his will. Unfortunately, the bottleneck of the first level of Xuan Tian Gong was like an impenetrable barrier, Tang San's cultivation could not be said to be not hard, and his talent was enough, but he just couldn't break through and enter the second level. 　　However, his exercise was not in vain, even though Xuan Tian Gong failed to break through, this internal force became tougher as he forged the iron pile, and the recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before. 　　Eleven days had passed, Tang San had already swung more than eight thousand hammers, the iron heap kept getting smaller and smaller, it was already less than a third of the size it was at the beginning. With the physical exercise and increased food, his body became a few points stronger, as if there was a force from within that was gradually injected into him, causing his consumption of internal force to be gradually decreasing during the constant forging process. And when attaching all of his internal force, his strength also increased by a lot. 　　When he slammed down a thousand hammers, that iron pile had already undergone a certain change, it had become a whole circle smaller, and even though it was burning red in the charcoal fire, it was vaguely able to be seen that the impurities within it seemed to have decreased by a lot. 　　Hundred refined into steel, this word appeared in Tang San's mind, which also strengthened his determination to complete these ten thousand hammers. And it was already very close to this goal. 　　Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao, in his opinion, even if this son of his was born with divine strength, it was impossible for him to persist for more than three days. The hammer's handle was that rough in order to prevent slippage, and the constant swinging and friction with the palm of the hand would inevitably bring great damage to the palm of the hand. But he realized that even though Tang San was actually forging, his tender little hands didn't look like they had changed at all. There hadn't even been a single blister.