God Soldier Atlas

　　 "Heavy hammer, quenching!"

　　 Zhou Shu shouted loudly.

　　 "Stab!"

　　 There was a harsh sound, and forty shaped tiger knives pierced into the cold well water at the same time.

　　 The entire square seemed to be turned into a fairyland, filled with white mist.

　　 In the white mist, there was a low growl full of excitement.

　　 "Brother Zhou, it's done again!"

　　 Zhang Yibei yelled.

　　 Since Xiao Zongshui assigned the task that day, Zhou Shu gathered Zhang Yibei and others on the square to build soldiers together.

　　 On this point, Xiao Zongshui has no objection. He doesn't care where he is, as long as the result is satisfactory to him.

　　 Even he personally arranged for handymen to help Zhou Shu and others build sheds on the square.

　　 After learning the breathing method taught by Zhou Shu, a group of soldiers casting apprentices worked together for a while, and finally, on the seventh day, they succeeded in casting the tiger sword.

　　Although it is still difficult for them to cast independently, after realizing the extraordinary breathing method taught by Zhou Shu, everyone is very motivated and can't wait to work twelve hours a day!

　　 However, Zhou Shu is not Xiao Bapi. He knows the principle of combining work and rest, and although it has been delayed for a few days, in general, it is not too difficult to complete the task of casting three thousand tiger swords in three months.

　　 Now forty people are casting soldiers together, even if they only cast them once a day, that would be forty.

　　 One thousand two hundred in a month, three thousand in three months is more than enough.

　　 This is because Zhou Shu didn't count himself.

　　 In addition to leading everyone to cast once a day, when everyone is resting, he also casts a tiger knife by himself.

　　 Zhang Yibei and others saw that Zhou Shu was more talented than them, and worked harder than them, and they were all reluctant to rest.

　　 As a result, they spend twelve hours a day. Except for three hours a day to sleep, they spend almost all of the time making soldiers.

　　 In this way, the speed of casting soldiers far exceeded Zhou Shu's expectations.

　　 When there was half a full month before the three-month deadline, they actually completed the task ahead of schedule!

　　 "Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, three thousand!"

　　 Zhang Yi Bei points to count the number, his face is full of excitement.

　　 "Brother Zhou, we did it!"

　　 Zhang Yibei said excitedly, "In two and a half months, we actually cast three thousand tiger swords!"

　　 "Big guys have worked hard."

　　 Zhou Shu also said happily.

　　 "This is thanks to Brother Zhou, you!"

　　Wu Lao Liu said loudly, "If Brother Zhou hadn't taught us the secrets of the family, how could we do this?"

　　 "Since I learned Brother Zhou's breathing method, I feel that my military craftsmanship has improved by at least 50%! Brother Zhou, you are really our great benefactor!"

　　The skill of casting soldiers is the ability of the apprentices of casting soldiers to settle down, and the improvement of the skill of casting soldiers will definitely have extremely significant significance to their future lives.

　　 Soldier casting apprentices are also hierarchical. A skilled soldier casting apprentice is different from a rookie casting soldier apprentice. The monthly salary may even be more than doubled.

　　 "Stop talking about this, it's all for the purpose of accomplishing the task."

　　 Zhou Shu shook his head and said.

　　 "Brother Zhang, please take a trip and ask Mr. Xiao to come over and accept the tiger knife."

　　 Zhou Shu arched his hands at Zhang Yibei and said.

"no problem."

　　 Zhang Yibei readily agreed, wiped the sweat of his upper body with a towel, and walked towards Xiao Zongshui’s residence in strides.

　　 Wu Laoliu graciously helped Zhou Shu move a stool, and other soldiers casting apprentices spontaneously stood behind Zhou Shu and fanned him.

　　 This kind of scene has happened in the past two months. It is useless for Zhou Shu to refuse, so they simply let them go.

　　 If someone who doesn't know sees this scene, I am afraid that Zhou Shu is the master of this workshop.

　　 But then again, in the eyes of Zhang Yibei and Wu Laoliu, Zhou Shu may be more authoritative than Xiao Zongshui.

　　 From frugality to extravagance, after two months, Zhou Shu himself has adapted to the courtesy of others.

　　 It’s not good, it’s not good—

　　 Zhou Shu shook his head, a flash of light in front of him, and a map of the gods appeared in front of him.

　　 With a thought, the book has turned to the page of the sharp standard long knife.

The content on the 　　 page is the same as before, the only change is that the small print at the end of the title has become a hundred!

　　 In the past two months, Zhou Shu has been casting the tiger knife, which is the sharp standard long knife.

　　 The numbers on the map of the gods keep increasing with his casting.

　　 But after increasing to one hundred, no matter how Zhou Shu casts it, this number will not increase anymore.

　　 "When the number increases to one hundred, it will not increase, which means that the one who can bring me feedback, at most, can only be this one hundred tiger swords."

　　 Xiao Zongshui couldn't get by for a while, and Zhou Shu didn't have the desire to chat with Wu Laoliu and others. The content of these people's chats, except for women or women, Zhou Shu could not chat with them.

　　 So he pondered the map of the gods.

　　 "The tiger knife I forged has no serial number. I don't know which one hundred will give me feedback after killing the enemy. After these one hundred are damaged, will the rest be automatically added?"

Zhou Shu complained in his heart. According to his plan at the beginning, he planned to forge a few hundred tiger swords. After a tiger sword kills the enemy, the map of the gods will give feedback on the repair level for two years. A few hundred, that's two. A few hundred years of cultivation.

　　 It's okay now, the map of the gods has even set an upper limit.

　　 a hundred, even if they cause kills at the same time, they can only give me a feedback of two hundred years of cultivation.

　　 If someone could hear what he was saying in his heart, he would definitely yell at him.

　　 Two hundred years of cultivation base, nothing more?

　　 Others have worked hard for two hundred years, and you can get it in the blink of an eye. Are you still not satisfied?

　　 But Zhou Shu is really not satisfied. Two hundred years of cultivation is really not much.

　　 He has carefully calculated that if the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong is to be cultivated to the tenth level, it will take more than two thousand years of cultivation!

　　 This is only the tenth floor, the eleventh floor, the twelfth floor, and the thirteenth floor. Each layer requires thousands or even thousands of years of cultivation.

　　 In comparison, two hundred years of cultivation is really not enough.

　　 Zhou Shu has now roughly understood that the cultivation base feedback from the God Soldier Atlas is actually calculated based on his own cultivation speed. Two years of cultivation base sounds like a lot, but it's just that.

　　 After all, his body is not very qualified.

　　 Just like this dragon elephant Prajna Gong, the Golden Wheel Fa King has cultivated to the tenth level. Has he really practiced for more than two thousand years?

　　 This physical aptitude is too poor. It has been cultivated for a thousand years, maybe someone genius has cultivated it in decades.

　　 So he will not be confused by this cultivation base, he will not think that the thousand-year cultivation base is invincible in the world.

　　 This is the world of high martial arts. It’s just a matter of waiting. Even if the thirteen layers of dragon elephants are successful, they may not be called masters.

　　 So, low-key, low-key is king.

　　 Anyway, I'm a striker now, and I won't easily meet a master if I want to come...

　　 Zhou Shu secretly said to himself, suddenly, the map of the gods moved without wind.

　　 I don't know how many pages have been turned. In front of his eyes, a light flashed. On a blank page of paper, it seemed as if an invisible pen was writing on it.

"This is--"

　　 Zhou Shu was overjoyed. He had seen this scene once, and that time, he was given a sharp standard long knife.

　　 Now, do you want to get a new weapon casting secret?

　　 The content on the page appeared very quickly, and in an instant, a lifelike long knife appeared in front of Zhou Shu.

　　 The blade is long and narrow, with a thick back, and the tip of the handle is an oblate ring

　　 "Hundred Lianhuan's first sword!"

　　 The title emerges, the name of the sword, the first of the hundred refining rings!

　　 The first cut in the ring, Zhou Shu had heard of it in his last life.

　　 Ring First Sword, also known as Han Sword, is the ancestor of Chinese swords. At that time, it was the most advanced and lethal close-body cold weapon in the world.

　　 The length of the blade of the first blade is more than one meter. The straight and narrow blade, which is rugged and detailed, contains unprecedented murderousness. The thick back will easily withstand the stress of violent slashing.

　　 It is not an exaggeration to say that it is precisely because of the ring first sword that there is a strong man. It was the ring first sword that defeated the Xiongnu and gave the Han dynasty the confidence that "whoever violates China will be punishable even if it is far away."

　　 This Bailianhuan first knife is not exactly the same as Zhou Shu's Han knife in his previous life, but it can also be seen ~ www.wuxiamtl.com~ It is much stronger than the standard long knife.

　　 At the same time, it has a higher casting difficulty than the sharp standard long knife, and it has already explained its casting difficulty.

　　 "Is there a new weapon because the quota of sharp standard long knives is full?"

　　 Zhou Shu was not worried about the difficulty of casting the first sword of the Bailianhuan. At the same time that the name of the first sword of the Bailianhuan appeared, his mind had automatically come up with the method of casting the first sword of the Bailianhuan.

　　Even the muscles of his whole body are affected by special strength, as if he has already cast the first knife without hundreds of rings, and his body has formed muscle memory.

　　 There is no need to try, Zhou Shu can be sure that as long as he does it, he will be able to cast the first sword of Bailianhuan!

　　 "Does that mean, when I have cast a hundred hundred rings of first swords, the next weapon will appear?"

　　 "The sharp standard long knife has brought me the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung, the first sword in the ring, what can you give me feedback?"

　　 Zhou Shu felt a little itchy hands, he couldn't wait to cast Bailianhuan's first knife immediately.

　　 It's a pity that the situation is not right now, and even if he casts it, there is no chance of killing him.

　　 Unless he is willing to give the first sword of Bailianhuan to Xiao Zongshui, and then let Xiao Zongshui sell it to the army.

　　 That would definitely not work, not to mention that Xiao Papi would go wild and pluck the hair, just because of the origin of Bai Lianhuan's first knife, Zhou Shu couldn't explain it clearly.

　　The sharp standard long knife can be said to be developed by a flash of inspiration, the first knife of the Bailianhuan, but it is a brand-new weapon that cannot be researched by an apprentice.

　　 "Don't worry about casting the first sword of Bailianhuan, wait until your strength becomes stronger, and then consider..."

　　 "Master Xiao has arrived!"

　　 Zhang Yibei's voice sounded from afar, reminding Zhou Shudao.