Tang Hao stared at Qin Feng for a long time. Seeing that the other party just smiled and didn't speak, his gaze swept towards his son's face, which was full of doubt and suspicion. For some reason, his fists suddenly felt a little restless.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to slap this little brat to death, and said in a deliberately indifferent tone:
"This forging technique is the foundation of our Tang clan's survival…
It requires more money."
"Dad?"
Tang San was stunned again, his little head filled with great doubts.
He wouldn't sell it for one hundred thousand gold coin? And he still wanted more money?
Did you misunderstand your own abilities?
What if he angered Feng Ge, and he ran to a blacksmith shop in Nuoding City or somewhere else to learn?
This isn't some unique secret technique or anything.
He quickly waved his short legs and ran over, tightly hugging Tang Hao's calf hanging by the bedside with both hands.
The gaze in his upturned head was full of intense longing.
This was one hundred thousand gold coin! With their family's standard of plain white rice, it would be enough for a full meal for one hundred thousand years or even longer.
Putting living conditions aside, with this money, what hidden weapons couldn't be crafted in the future?
He would also have start-up capital to build a Tang Sect in another world.
And looking at Tang San like this,
Tang Hao's mouth twitched violently. For the first time, he felt a deep worry about this cheap son's intelligence.
He had clearly exposed his true strength a few days ago, right?
During this time, he had been worried about this and that, fearing that if the relationship completely collapsed, it would be difficult to carry out future plans.
So, you hadn't realized that something was wrong at all?
Was he being too sentimental? Could this little thing be a cunning old monster, an old silver coin?
Or was it that this person's disguise had reached a state of perfection, seamless?
Tang Hao took a deep breath.
"If you just want to learn some ordinary blacksmithing and forging skills, one hundred gold coin will be enough. In theory, I should even pay you a salary as an apprentice.
But if you want to learn my blacksmithing skills, one hundred thousand gold coin is far from enough, or rather, no amount of gold coin alone will be enough.
Technique is priceless, and I can't sell it cheaply, unless… you are willing to exchange it for your training method that breaks the limits of the body."
Half of Tang Hao's previous decadence was to test Tang San and prevent Tang San from discovering his true strength.
The other half was because he felt hopeless about revenge and had lost hope for the future.
But since his son awakened Twin Spirits and Innate Full Soul Power, his heart instantly became much more active.
With such aptitude, with proper guidance, he might not be able to catch up with the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall in the future.
Therefore, although on the surface he was still the same sloppy, decadent drunkard,
In reality, he was already making preparations.
For example, he started teaching Tang San the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method, and pretended to be sound asleep and call Ah Yin's name to show his deep affection.
And another example, coveting Qin Feng's limit-breaking cultivation method.
…
As expected, ginger is still old and spicy.
Hearing Tang Hao's request, Qin Feng's smile froze slightly.
It wasn't that he was reluctant,
It's just that he had plenty of gold coin, but breaking the limit relied on a cheat! How could this thing be taught?
After thinking for a few seconds, Qin Feng retracted the gold card and clasped his hands into fists.
"Okay, but there's one thing I want to state in advance. This method has extremely high requirements for the cultivator's aptitude and perseverance.
Of course, Little San completely meets them. I can be sure of that."
"You don't need to tell me, I know."
Facing Qin Feng's precautionary measure, Tang Hao curled his lips dismissively, his eyes not wavering in the slightest.
If this thing was simple, would he, a dignified Super Douluo, son of Clear Sky Douluo, a god-level blacksmith, be trading with a little kid?
Didn't you see that even a monster like Tang San almost ruined himself?
In fact, almost all top-notch abilities and secret methods have similar phenomena.
Not only are the requirements harsh, but the difficulty of cultivation is also extremely high.
Just like the secret traditions and unique skills of Clear Sky Sect, not everyone is qualified to become Clear Sky Douluo.
"Since that's the case, then it's settled.
The contract is made, and the gods of heaven and earth bear witness. Those who break their word will be punished by eating rocks."
Qin Feng placed his right hand in front of his heart, making a pious prayer.
Although Tang Hao didn't know what he was doing, he also touched his left chest as a return gesture.
Soon after, in the forging room,
Tang Hao raised a huge iron hammer in his right hand, his face slightly proud, and asked in a very pretentious manner:
"Xiao Feng, what do you think is the first part of the body that should exert force when wielding a forging hammer?"
Aside, Tang San's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this familiar question.
He knew the correct answer was that the human body has three hearts, and that he had to use his calf to exert force first, and then drive the power of the whole body to converge.
But he didn't speak, just watched Qin Feng confidently,
Waiting for the other party to answer, then be refuted, and then be completely impressed by his father's profound theory.
However, Qin Feng didn't seem to intend to follow the routine of these two father and son.
He gently stretched out his hand, habitually making a gesture of pushing his glasses, but changed to touching his nose halfway after discovering that he didn't have glasses.
Only then did he say with a confident face:
"It depends on the amount of force that needs to be used.
If the required force is small, mobilizing the muscle groups on the arm and slightly adjusting the standing posture to maintain body balance is enough.
But if the arm strength is insufficient, it is necessary to mobilize the core strength, that is, the participation of the muscle groups related to the waist, abdomen, back, pelvis, and medullary joints.
With the legs as support, the waist and abdomen exert force first. When it is transmitted to the upper back, arms, and wrists, the power of the corresponding positions is superimposed separately.
Coupled with the technique of channeling energy and swinging the hammer, it is enough to exert more than 70% of the body's strength.
And if it is still not enough, then it is necessary to involve a new principle, kinetic energy.
The so-called kinetic energy refers to the energy that an object has due to mechanical motion. The stronger the energy, the more difficult it is to change its state of motion.
Correspondingly, the effect and destructive power generated after a collision will also be stronger.
The kinetic energy calculation formula is very simple: mass multiplied by the square of velocity, then divided by two.
In layman's terms, if you want to increase the impact force of the hammer, you must work hard on both the weight of the hammer and the speed at the moment of the hammer drop.
And you have to find the limit point that makes the two complement each other best in a subtle dynamic balance. Simply having a large weight or a fast speed cannot maximize the overall kinetic energy."
As Qin Feng spoke, he snatched the forging hammer from Tang Hao's somewhat sluggish hand.
He tossed it into the air with his hand and weighed it a few times, then threw it back to the ground in disgust.
Then, he gently made a grasping motion with his palm, and a brand new hammer suddenly appeared out of thin air in his palm.
In order to be handy, it was slightly smaller than the previous one,
But the hammerhead was a bright purple-gold color, shimmering with a faint fluorescent light. It was actually a high-level metal, and the weight was even greater.
Then, amidst the dumbfounded expressions of the two Tangs, father and son,
He looked around for a moment, then carried the hammer and ran out the door, stopping contentedly only after being forty or fifty meters away from the door.