God Soldier Atlas

[The gold sunset knife you forged successfully kills, rewards the iron smelter! 】

Zhou Shu recalled the barrage that flashed before his eyes during the process of killing the monster that day.

There were so many people at the time, Zhou Shu didn't bother to examine the harvest carefully.

In the next few days, he was on his way again, and Lu Wenshuang and Yin Wuyou were almost inseparable from him, which left him no time to check the harvest.

It is said that since Yin Wuyou came to the mission, she saw that Lu Wenshuang had never left Zhou Shu's side, and she had done the same.

Lu Wenshuang meditated next to Zhou Shu's bed to practice exercises at night, and Yin Wuyou moved his bed to Zhou Shu's house.

Anyway, no one in the Daxia mission dared to say anything about her.

When they arrived in the capital of Daqin, although the two of them still insisted on guarding Zhou Shu, Zhou Shu finally had some personal space.

The room Da Qin prepared for them was a suite. Zhou Shu directly let the two of them stay outside, under the pretext of understanding the art of casting soldiers, so they got into his own inner room.

"Ironsmith!"

Zhou Shu's thoughts moved, and segments of information appeared in his mind.

Fire can be angry, Qi can be vigorous, strength and vigor can be generated, boiling iron and melting gold!

While the true energy was running, Zhou Shu's hands lit up a flame, and immediately afterwards, his hands turned into a fiery red color, as if they were burning red steel.

The blazing temperature rushed over, and the temperature in the entire room rose abruptly by several degrees.

Zhou Shu raised his hand and pressed it on the table.

"Cracking—"

There was a sound of flame burning, and the wooden table instantly turned into coke.

Zhou Shu's eyes flashed with wonder, this iron smelter is really amazing!

"try again!"

He raised his hand and patted the ground.

Break the earth and thunder!

Lie Jin instantly burned the ground into cracks and broke the soil.

"puff-"

Zhou Shu shook his hands, the flames disappeared, and his hands returned to normal.

This iron smelter is very difficult and painful to practice.

If Zhou Shu was allowed to cultivate this iron hand by himself, he estimated that he would not be able to withstand the pain of burning his body.

But now that the Atlas of God Soldiers feedback, he directly has the cultivation base of the iron smelter, and he has crossed the most painful cultivation stage.

"With this ironsmith, I will cast soldiers in the future, it will be much easier."

Zhou Shu muttered to himself, his hands turned into a crimson color once again.

He picked up the Juque Sword casually and stroked the blade with his palm.

Suddenly, the blade of the Juque Sword turned into a fiery red color.

"Great!"

Zhou Shu was amazed.

His iron smelter is just getting started now, and with a single blow, he can almost destroy a handful of yellow-grade weapons.

If he cultivates to the highest level, he can cook iron and melt gold with just one palm, and he can melt gold and iron into different weapons at will. The power is incredible.

"When my iron-smelting hands have cultivated to the highest level, what kind of casting furnace will I use? My hands are the best casting furnace."

Based on the information about the iron smelter in his mind, Zhou Shu is almost certain that the temperature of the palms of this iron smelter is not below the real fire used by the smelter.

In other words, as long as his true energy can support him, he can directly cast soldiers with one hand!

This, save money...

There is no need to waste the money for foundry furnaces and real fire...

"I have to urge Yin Chengshan to kill more enemies when I look back. This ironsmith is definitely of great use to me."

Today, Zhou Shu's iron smelter cultivation base, directly forging soldiers, the power is not enough, it can only be used as an auxiliary.

"The biggest advantage of this iron smelter is that it will be easier to point stars in the future."

Zhou Shu couldn't put it down with this iron smelter.

The general purpose of the casting division to point stars is to melt the heavenly smelting stone in the casting furnace, and then use the spirit element to ingest the celestial smelting stone solution and point it on the weapon.

Although it is possible for anyone who is a martial artist to do so, if the cultivation base is not high enough, the accuracy of the space defense is actually not high.

With the iron hand, Zhou Shu could directly melt the heavenly smelting stone in his hand, and then point it on the weapon with his hand.

This accuracy and maneuverability are much stronger than the air defense.

"My iron smelter can't directly cast soldiers now, but it should be okay to point the star."

Zhou Shu murmured to himself, "Before I set off, I had prepared a few weapon blanks that hadn't been starred, but I could give it a try."

"The weapons that Yang Hong promised have not been given to him yet."

Zhou Shu couldn't help laughing at Yang Hong every time he saw him.

At that time, he did tell Yang Hong that as long as he joined the mission, he would be able to equip the weapons.

"Then try the power of the iron smelter, and complete the weapons prepared for Yang Hong!"

Zhou Shu thought, got up and turned out a wooden box.

This wooden box was brought by him from Chang'an City, and it had been in the mission before.

After the hurdle, he and the Daxia delegation met in Daqin Capital, and naturally took out the wooden box.

Take out a handful of semi-formed weapons from the wooden box, and then go out a small piece of heavenly stone.

His eyes are bright, flames are rising from his hands, and his hands are red all over, like flames.

The weapon, on his hands, gradually turned red, and the small piece of Heavenly Refining Stone gradually turned into liquid.

Zhou Shu's divine sense is like water, covering the weapon.

At the same time, he also pointed to a pen, and the Heavenly Stone Solution followed his fingertips and dropped onto the sword.

"boom-"

One after another, the momentum kept rippling above the sword body.

Outside, Yin Wuyou and Lu Wenshuang got up almost at the same time, and they looked towards the inside.

"what happened?"

The two looked at each other and didn't rush in.

They didn't feel the dangerous breath, and Zhou Shu said before that he wanted to study the art of forging soldiers and don't disturb him casually.

"Senior Sister Xiaolu, you said he wouldn't be casting soldiers, right?"

Yin Wuyou was a little confused and authentic, and she could feel a wave of heat coming from within.

But Zhou Shu didn't bring a casting furnace.

Lu Wenshuang rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Call Senior Sister Lu!"

She corrected it tirelessly.

"How do I know, don't you know him better?"

Yin Wuyou's face was slightly flushed, "Well, I'm just his boss."

Lu Wenshuang curled his lips, as long as you are not a fool, you can see your mind.

"My task is to ensure that he won't die. What he does has nothing to do with me."

Lu Wenshuang said, she is only interested in swords in her life, man?

Man, it will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword!

She glanced at Yin Wuyou with contempt. She was clearly not under her own qualifications, but she didn't put her mind on the practice of kendo. She only knew what she could do with a man all day long!

Thinking of this, Lu Wenshuang suddenly felt stagnant.

This nymphomaniac sister seems to be a step ahead of her own, and her cultivation base has broken through to the second rank of martial arts!

Lu Wenshuang frowned slightly, is it possible that men still have this kind of use?

She frowned slightly, looking in the direction of the inner room, and an obscure expression flashed in her pupils.

Zhou Shu stayed behind closed doors in the room for several days.

If it hadn't been able to sense Zhou Shu's breath, Yin Wuyou and Lu Wenshuang would have rushed in.

In the past few days, passers-by from other countries have successively arrived in the capital of Daqin.

As Zhou Shu felt before, ten countries, except for Daqin, which was not able to continuously undertake the ten-nation martial arts performances according to the rules, another nine countries gathered in Daqin.

They will compete for the right to host this ten-nation show.

Now that the number of people has arrived, Daqin has also prepared the final venue. They notified the missions of various countries to prepare for the final competition.

Just when Yin Wuyou and others were hesitant to call Zhou Shu out, the heat wave in Zhou Shu's room suddenly caught, and then he rushed out with excitement.

"Huh? Why are everyone here?"

As soon as Zhou Shu left the room, he spoke.

"Wait first."

Before everyone could speak, he said directly, "Have you seen Yang Hong? Where is he?"

"Yang Hong?"

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Who is Yang Hong?"

Shi Songtao asked.

Zhou Shu glanced at him, "You can't be a steward, don't you know anyone in the mission?"

As he said, he walked out.

Shi Songtao is a little messy, when did he become a steward?

I am the deputy envoy of the Daxia Mission, okay!

Yang Hong, who is Yang Hong?

I really don't know!

"Yang Hong is the **** catcher of the **** catcher, this time in the guards of the mission."

Yin Wuyou left a word and had already chased Zhou Shu out.

Shi Songtao is going crazy, the guards are under Chen Ji's control, and I can't control the guards!

Why do you despise me!

The look in Zhou Shu's eyes just irritated him.

I can not? Is it tolerable or unbearable!

You wait for me, and I will get to know everyone in the mission when I look back!

I, Shi Songtao, can remember thousands of materials for casting soldiers. There are more than two thousand people in this area. Can I still remember?

Shi Songtao didn't realize that he seemed to be a bit of a housekeeper.

With Zhou Shu's words, he actually made up his mind to get to know all the members of the mission. The key is that he still didn't think there was a problem with this matter!

When Zhou Shu found Yang Hong, Yang Hong happened to take turns to cultivate.

"I have seen Lord Hou, my Royal Highness, and Deputy Envoy Lu."

Yang Hong bowed in salute, and gave Zhou Shu a thumbs up in his heart.

It is indeed Hou Ye, two beautiful women who follow him so inseparably every day, a role model for people in my generation.

"then!"

Zhou Shu smiled, and when he raised his hand, a dark shadow flew towards Yang Hong.

"what?"

Yang Hong was startled, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.

He started to sink slightly, and a cold touch came from the palm of his hand.

Yang Hong found that he had a long sword with a sheath in his hand.

"This is-"

There was a thought in his mind, and the color of ecstasy appeared uncontrollably on his face.

He could even hear his heart beating.

It won't really be what you think.

"Shen Yang catches, try to take advantage of it."

Zhou Shu smiled and said, "I think this sword is more suitable for the **** catching division's catching use. If you don't like it, then—"

"Like! I like it!"

Before Zhou Shu finished speaking, Yang Hong had already said loudly.

His face was flushed, clutching the sword in his hand, and he would never return it when it was in his hand.

The sword is here, the sword is lost—

No, the sword must not be lost!

"You try first."

Zhou Shu was speechless, how come these two are so excited.

Isn't it just a yellow weapon?

It’s not too late for you to be excited when they are upgraded to heaven-grade weapons in the future.

Yang Hong found his gaffe, and smiled awkwardly.

Then he drew his sword out of its sheath with a clang.

When he saw the sword, his expression was obviously wrong.

Not only him, but even Yin Wuyou and Lu Wenshuang's faces flashed an accident.

What Yang Hong holds is not so much a sword as a ruler.

It is more than three feet long, black all over, square and square, it is an extended version of the ruler.

"It's like a sword but not an attack, and Mo's eyebrows have no front."

Zhou Shulang said, "This sword is named Momei."

"You are a **** catcher, you are a **** catcher, your **** catcher is not a soldier of the three armies, even if you encounter an enemy, you will teach first and then kill. This ink eyebrow sword is suitable for **** catcher."

"Although it has no front, but as long as the spirit element is enough, it can cut out invisible sword energy, with infinite power, killing and arresting people, all within a single thought."

"Mo Meijian?"

Yang Hong muttered to himself, holding the hilt in his hand, the spirit essence in his body poured into the sword body.

I saw a few mysterious lines light up on the sword body like a ruler.

"Puff—"

A sword gas cut out from the front end of the sword and landed on the rockery several meters away.

With a soft sound, the rockery was directly chopped off a huge boulder more than ten feet high.

Yang Hong was panting heavily, his face was surprised and joyful.

"Master Hou, this sword is too expensive, I can't afford it..."

Yang Hong's face was a little pale, and he gasped.

This ink eyebrow sword urges the sword qi, with his ninth martial arts cultivation base, he can only urge it three times at most, and then the spirit essence is exhausted.

Yang Hong knew in his heart that this ink eyebrow sword was really wasted when it was handed over to him.

If handed over to a martial arts master of the seventh rank, or even the sixth rank of martial arts, the power that the Momei Sword can exert is definitely ten times, or even a hundred times, that of his own!

Even though he was reluctant to give up, he didn't want to let himself humiliate this Mo Meijian.

As for saying that I can’t afford it, it’s true...

"Didn't I say before, pay in installments."

Zhou Shu said, "You are a **** catcher and a **** catcher, so I am afraid that you won't pay the money back?"

"But I don't deserve it."

Yang Hong's face flushed, Noudi said.

The ninth rank of martial arts is indeed a master for ordinary people.

But here, Yang Hong really didn't dare to say that he was a master.

And this Momei Sword, as far as he estimated, could at least be ranked in the top ten of the Yellow-Rank Weapon Book.

You know, Chen Ji is all the fifth rank of martial arts, and he has just mixed into a Qinglong Yanyue sword that is the top ten of the yellow rank weapon spectrum. How can he Yang Honghede, can occupy this ink eyebrow sword?

"I gave you this ink eyebrow sword. Who dares to say that you are not worthy?"

Zhou Shu said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "If you feel that you are not worthy of it, then work hard to cultivate and strive to be worthy of it sooner."

"Shen Yang, I am optimistic about you!"

Zhou Shu patted Yang Hong on the shoulder.

"Master Hou!"

Yang Hong's eye circles instantly reddened, tears filled his eyes, and the soldier died for his confidant. He Yang Hong will be the minion of Hou Ye from now on. If Hou Ye let him go west, he will never go east!

"Shen Yang, take away the Momei Sword. If anyone dares to hit your sword, tell me, I'll give you a head start."

Zhou Shu continued.

"Master Hou!"

Yang Hong knelt directly on one knee, looking like he was smeared on the ground.

"Well, you also have a weapon in the grade now. I have something to do. I want you to do it for me—"

"Master Hou, please give me instructions. If I, Yang Hong, frown, I will count my surname Yang as a beast!"