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"Master, this is General Mei Nan Chumei."

Shi Songtao pointed to a man who was almost two meters tall and spoke.

"No problem?"

Zhou Shu looked at the big man, wondering.

"It's the plum of plum blossoms, the south of the south, and Chu is the poor Chu of Chu."

Shi Songtao explained.

Zhou Shu really wanted to give him a roll of eyes. Don't explain if you don't know. Such a good man has a relationship with Chu Chu poor for half a dime.

"Mei Nanchu, good name. General Mei, lucky to meet."

Zhou Shu arched his hands.

"Master, you can just call me by name."

The big man scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment, "What kind of general am I? I'm just a small captain of the Demon Slayer Army."

Such a big man seemed a little shy when he laughed.

"Lieutenant of the Demon Slayer, isn't that the general?"

Zhou Shu smiled and said, "General Yin Chengshan and I are also old acquaintances."

"I can't compare with General Yin."

Mei Nanchu waved his hand.

His name and personality are a bit out of proportion to his body shape.

In just a few words, Zhou Shu could also tell that this Mei Nanchu was an honest person.

This honest man is not derogatory, on the contrary, Zhou Shu is quite good to Mei Nanchu's senses.

"General Mei, what is your current level of cultivation?"

Zhou Shu asked.

He could faintly perceive Mei Nanchu's cultivation level, but Zhou Shu felt some familiar auras in Mei Nanchu's body.

"Lord, although General Mei is only a sixth-rank martial arts cultivation base, he is born with bronze skin and iron bones, and he is infinitely powerful. With his strength, he is a master of the fifth rank of martial arts, and he does not fall behind."

Shi Songtao said.

"Born with copper skin and iron bones?"

A strange color flashed across Zhou Shu's face.

Suddenly, when he raised his arm, a bright light pierced Mei Nanchu's shoulder.

He moved quickly, and Mei Nanchu had no time to react, and he was stabbed on the shoulder by the giant **** sword.

There was no anger on Mei Nanchu's face, but a look of admiration.

"Lord!"

Shi Songtao paled with fright.

"Sure enough, it's copper skin and iron bones!"

Zhou Shu didn't talk to Shi Songtao, but put away the Juque Sword. When he saw Mei Nanchu's shoulder, there was only a blood spot, not even a minor injury.

With just a sword, although he didn't use much strength, the power of the giant **** sword actually only made him break a little. This defense power is a metamorphosis.

"General Mei, you mean, you are born with copper skin and iron bones? Isn't it because of any cultivation technique?"

Zhou Shu asked.

"Back to the prince."

Mei Nanchu respectfully said, "The final training is the single-stroke blending power of the Demon Slayer Army, and it has no effect on increasing defense."

"But the final general's training aptitude is very poor. After so many years of training, he still couldn't break through to the fifth rank of martial arts."

If it were not for Mei Nanchu's loyal face, Zhou Shu would have thought he was in Versailles.

The sixth grade of martial arts, still considered poor qualifications?

Yin Chengshan is just the sixth rank of martial arts, alright.

Unless you compare it with Zhou Shu's pervert, wherever you put the sixth martial arts ranks, you won't be considered weak.

But looking at Mei Nanchu's appearance, it seems that he really thinks that his own cultivation aptitude is poor.

"I saw the copper skin and iron bones. Since you are born with supernatural power, let me see your strength."

Zhou Shu said non-committal.

Mei Nanchu was a little unsure, but he still looked around, then walked into the courtyard, gave a low drink, and directly hugged the hill in the courtyard.

"Okay, I see, you put it down quickly."

Seeing that Mei Nanchu seemed to want to throw the hill out, Zhou Shu said quickly.

He looked at Mei Nanchu with some surprises, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"Old history, where did you find the talent?"

Zhou Shu asked.

"I have my own way."

Shi Songtao said proudly, "Lord, just say it, this person, okay?"

"Too great!"

Zhou Shu clapped his hands and said, "This time I will remember you, from now on, that will be our deputy patron of Huaxia Pavilion!"

"Deputy Pavilion Master?"

Shi Songtao has a black line. Does Daxia have this official position?

How could it sound like the deputy envoy of the mission, and in the end, he still had to be the chief steward?

Before Shi Songtao could speak, Zhou Shu walked out of the room quickly and came to Mei Nanchu in the courtyard.

"General May, what weapon do you use?"

Zhou Shu said.

"I used to have a Huang Pin knife because I was too strong, and it broke when I was killing a monster. I am still saving money now—"

Mei Nanchu said embarrassedly.

"Do you use a knife?"

Zhou Shu said, "It doesn't matter, I have a Fangtian painted halberd. If you don't take advantage of it, if it doesn't work, I will forge another weapon for you."

Hearing Zhou Shu's words, Shi Songtao was a little surprised.

In Zhou Shu's current status, there are not many people who can let him say this sentence.

Mei Nanchu didn't think so much, he was just a little confident and authentic, "My lord, I can't afford to buy a weapon--"

"You don't have to worry about money, you can try it."

Zhou Shu waved his hand, "Old Shi, help me get the Fang Tian painting halberd in the room!"

Shi Songtao rolled his eyes, and he knew that the deputy pavilion master just listened well, but that was not the case!

He took out Fang Tian's painted halberd and threw it to Zhou Shu angrily.

Zhou Shu took it and threw it to Mei Nanchu.

Mei Nanchu stretched out his hands to catch it, and his arms sank slightly.

He waved twice subconsciously, surprise flashes across his face.

In the past, when he used the knife, he always felt light and unsound, but now he feels very comfortable when he starts with this Fang Tian painting halberd.

After a few tricks, he felt more like it.

After a while, he stopped his movements, his face a little tangled and authentic.

"Lord, how much is this Fangtian painting halberd?"

He asked carefully, but in fact he couldn't pay much.

Although the income of the Demon Slayer Army is not low, he has a big appetite and consumes a lot of cultivation, and he hasn't saved much money at all.

"Treasure soldiers are equipped with heroes, what money is not money."

Zhou Shu waved his hand.

"If you find it easy to use, take it and use it first!"

"Easy to use!"

Mei Nanchu nodded vigorously, and said in a tangled manner, "But I can't afford it, or if you give me some time, Lord, I will pay you some money every month from now on--"

"up to you."

Zhou Shu waved his hand indifferently and said, "General Mei, will you participate in this ten-nation martial arts show?"

Zhou Shu looked at Mei Nanchu with wonder in his heart.

This is talent.

This body's defensive power is comparable to his level at the sixth and seventh pass of the Golden Bell.

This is natural!

Even if many people have cultivated the golden bell, they may not be able to cultivate to this level in their lifetime.

Zhou Shu now feels happy to see the hunt. If Mei Nanchu's body is to cultivate the golden bell, how much defense will it increase?

"join."

Mei Nanchu replied lovingly touching the barrel of Fang Tian's painted halberd.

"That's great."

Zhou Shu said with a smile, Zhou Shu feels it is a pity that such a good seedling is not cultivated.

"General May—"

Zhou Shu said.

"Master, you can just call me by name."

Mei Nanchu hurriedly said, "Or call me Xiao Chu. When my mother was still alive, she called me that way."

Zhou Shu was sweating, Xiao Chu's name, he really couldn't say it...

"Nan Chu, I have another unique technique, do you want to learn it?"

Zhou Shu said.

Mei Nanchu was stunned for a while, somewhat puzzled, "But I have practice techniques."

Shi Songtao patted his forehead, his face speechless.

Do you still hesitate to do such a good thing about pie from the sky?

Of course, I want to learn it!

In order to learn something, I was almost selling as a slave, you actually said that you have it!

Zhou Shu smiled even more happily. This kind of real person has the most sense of accomplishment when cultivated.

"The technique of the Demon Slayer Army is actually not suitable for you."

Zhou Shu said, "If I didn't guess wrong, you should have been stuck in the sixth rank of martial arts for a long time, right?"

"Yes."

Mei Nanchu nodded and said, "I have worked very hard, but I can't break through the bottleneck. Our leader said that my potential is here. There is no other chance in this life. It should be difficult to cultivate to the fifth rank of martial arts."

Mei Nanchu's expression was a bit low.

"Just listen to those words, don't take it to heart."

Zhou Shu said indifferently, "After practicing my practice, let alone the fifth rank of martial arts, in the future, you just want to rub the leader of the Monster Slayer Army on the ground, and it will be fine."

"Press and rub on the ground? What does that mean?"

Mei Nanchu questioned.

"It's not important, you answer me first, do you not learn?"

Zhou Shudao.

"Master, can I ask you a question?"

Mei Nanchu did not answer, but looked at Zhou Shu seriously, and said.

"Just ask."

"Why are you so good to me? Not only do you want to give me the Huangpin weapon Fangtian painted halberds, but you also want to pass on my exercises."

Mei Nanchu said with a serious expression, "My mother said that there will be no pie in the sky, do you want me to do something?"

"I don't do anything that hurts the world and reason."

"Ha ha!"

Zhou Shu laughed, "Well, Nan Chu, Ten Kingdoms Performing Martial Arts, I lack a guard by my side, you come to me as a guard, Fang Tian painted the halberd is yours, and I will teach you the technique."

"Sorry, Lord."

Mei Nanchu's face was very tangled, he thought for a moment, and slowly put Fang Tian's painted halberd on the ground, and said in a deep voice.

"I can't leave my brother in the Demon Slayer Army."

He gritted his teeth, fearing that he couldn't help the temptation, so he stopped going to see Fang Tian's painting of a halberd, turned his head and wanted to leave.

Shi Songtao was so angry that he stomped his feet, this guy, does he know what he missed!

Who made him leave the brother of the Monster Slayer Army?

Can the Demon Slayer Army not protect the prince?

What an elm head!

"and many more."

Zhou Shu stopped Mei Nanchu who was about to leave, and said, "Since you don't want to, then I won't force you."

"Fang Tian painted the halberd, you still take it away. If you have money, you can give it to me when you have enough."

Zhou Shu raised his toe, and Fang Tian flew to Mei Nanchu with a painted halberd.

Mei Nanchu caught it subconsciously.

"The prince——"

"Don't worry, my prince, I have nothing to do with you."

Zhou Shu smiled and said, "In addition to Fang Tian painting a halberd, this prince will also teach you that exercise."

"You don't need to say anything, this king naturally has conditions, but this condition doesn't hurt nature and reason."

Zhou Shu glanced at Shi Songtao.

Shi Songtao has a black line, yes, now I think I'm an eyesore, right?

I'm going!

He backed out with an unhappy expression.

In the yard, only Mei Nanchu and Zhou Shu were left.

Zhou Shu looked at Mei Nanchu's burly figure, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Listen well, my practice is called the Golden Bell. Although the name is not very pleasant, it is infinitely powerful. At the extreme of cultivation, you can have the indestructible body of King Kong, and the army will pass through it, and it will not hurt your body at all. "

Without giving Mei Nanchu a chance to refuse, Zhou Shu began to explain the cultivation method of the golden bell.

After I don't know how long, Mei Nanchu was in a daze, and the voice in his ear had disappeared.

His heart was shocked.

It is not without knowledge that Mei Nanchu can cultivate to the sixth rank of martial arts.

How could he not know the power of this golden bell.

It was precisely because of his clarity that his heart was even more shocked. Why did the prince teach me this way of practicing the exercises?

"The prince——"

Mei Nanchu spoke.

"Have you remembered all?"

Zhou Shu interrupted him and said, "If there is anything you don't understand, ask now. After today, I won't have time to care about you."

"remember."

Mei Nanchu looked complicated and authentic.

"My lord, if you have any instructions, let me just say it, I'm flustered--"

Mei Nanchu gritted his teeth and said.

Since he can remember, no one has treated him so well except for his dead mother.

He didn't think he had any value worthy of Zhou Shu's doing so.

The sixth rank of martial arts, the cultivation base is not bad, but in the Demon Slayer Army, there are people like him without one thousand and eight hundred...

He really couldn't understand why Zhou Shu treated him this way.

He didn't feel any excitement at all right now, but he was just scared.

"What I asked you to do."

Zhou Shu laughed, "It's very simple."

"Change your name."

"I don't like the name Mei Nanchu. It has a bronze head and iron arms, no injuries in all battles. From now on, you will change your name to Mei Wushang."

"Mei is not hurt?"

Mei Nanchu was dumbfounded, and gave me such a great benefit, just to let me change my name?

Changing the name is not a big deal in this world, and there is no saying that the name given by the parents would rather die than change.

The question is, is it necessary to change the name?

You are the prince, you asked me to change my name, even if it doesn't give me such a big advantage, I have to change it.

Moreover, Mei Wushen seems to be a little better than Mei Nanchu...

"The prince——"

"Don't be too happy~www.wuxiamtl.com~Zhou Shu waved his hand, he couldn't expect a good guy to give him hypocrisy.

"Besides, I have one more thing for you to do."

"If you can do it, naturally you don't have to say anything. If you can't, you have to return it to me whether it is a weapon or a golden bell."

"This thing is, ten countries show martial arts, I want you to kill a hundred enemies!"

"If you want to refuse, now there is still a chance—"

Mei Nanchu, that is, Mei Wuhuo, froze for a moment, is this a request?

He participated in the ten-nation martial arts exercise. He was meant to go into battle. Isn't it a matter of his own right to kill the enemy?

Killing a hundred is a bit difficult, but not too difficult.

"I promise!"

Mei Wushang said divinely.