"This, so fast?"

Looking at the neat rows of dark metal pipes in front of him, General Zeng Rui asked in surprise, "Master Qi, many of you have actually mastered the forging of a spirit pattern weapon in one day.

method?"

It's not that he is so rare, it's just that it usually takes at least ten days and a half for these military craftsmen to learn a new skill. However, Zhong Wen followed Shangguan Mingyue to the camp for less than a day, and now in front of him

But it was already piled with hundreds of sacred fire guns.

According to Master Qi, these new weapons were all made by craftsmen themselves, and Zhong Wen was only responsible for drawing the spiritual patterns on them.

In other words, excluding the spirit pattern part, these craftsmen probably mastered the method of making a powerful new weapon in less than half a day. The learning speed is amazing.

"Thanks to the drawings provided by Master Zhong." Master Qi's face was full of excitement, "I, Lao Qi, have been doing this job for decades, but I have never seen such detailed and easy-to-understand drawings. As long as you master this kind of drawing

From now on, nothing will be able to stump us."

"Zhong Wen, what new thing have you tinkered with?" General Zeng Rui was no stranger to Zhong Wen's various eccentricities. He was not surprised when he heard Master Qi's words. Instead, he turned to look at Zhong Wen curiously.

asked.

The strange sight that appeared in front of him, even though he had been watching it for a long time, still made General Zeng a little uncomfortable.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a drawing method." Zhong Wen lay prone on a wooden raft and replied lazily, "Xiao Yueyue, go down a little, go down a little, yes, that's right here.

, harder, harder!”

Shangguan Mingyue was standing aside, rubbing and squeezing his body with a pair of snow-white and delicate catkins, tapping and pressing. The dignified eldest lady of the Shangguan family was actually quite skillful in her massage techniques.

However, the expression on her face was definitely not happy. With General Zeng's keen insight, it seemed that he could faintly sense that this peerless beauty was exuding bursts of murderous intent.

He can actually teach Miss Shangguan to give him a massage herself!

This kid is definitely not an ordinary person!

"Relying on a drawing method, can the speed of understanding be improved by such a rapid pace?" General Zeng Rui sighed inwardly, but asked seriously.

"In the past, the drawings you used only showed the front, and you couldn't even see the sides and bottom." Zhong Wen explained patiently, "The real structure of the utensils is all passed down by word of mouth, so it is naturally difficult to understand. I just drew all the details.

That’s all, once you understand the truth, it’s no surprise.”

Now that he agreed to the technology transfer, Zhong Wen no longer hid his secrets, but directly resorted to the most common "three views" in his previous life.

"Master Zhong is too modest." Master Qi had an excited face and an extremely respectful voice. He looked at Zhong Wen as if this lazy guy lying down receiving a massage was the legendary god of craftsmen. "The drawing you proposed

The concept is definitely the only whimsical idea that I have ever seen in my life. Once it is popularized, it will definitely bring Daqian’s manufacturing power to a new height. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an unparalleled achievement!"

For former engineering students, drawing a three-dimensional view is certainly not a difficult task.

If placed in any design institute or production workshop in the 21st century, the drawings drawn by Zhong Wen can only be described as "simple" and "rough". However, for Daqian craftsmen who have always only looked at simple drawings, In other words, such a detailed description is absolutely amazing high-tech.

The structure of the divine fire gun is not complicated. The core part is the special spirit pattern drawn on the surface and inside of the barrel. Since there are not many spirit pattern masters in the army, Zhong Wen had to make a guest appearance as a military spirit pattern master for free. , As a result, the parts that the craftsmen need to be responsible for are very limited. In addition, the structure of the sacred fire gun is drawn in detail on the drawings. In addition to the three views, cross-section drawings are also added as assistants. These people are excited and novel. Driven by his mood, he actually created hundreds of divine fire guns that had not yet been engraved with spiritual patterns in just half a day.

Afterwards, Zhong Wen drove everyone out of the tent, leaving a mysterious man hiding inside without knowing what he was doing.

Less than half an hour later, when he walked out of the camp again, all the hundreds of sacred fire guns had completed the drawing of spiritual patterns. The craftsmen were stunned and could hardly believe their eyes.

Of course they didn't know that beside Zhong Wen, there was an invisible tool man with extremely fast hands. They just knew that the master had done it himself, and they immediately worshiped him and treated him like a god.

In addition, many people in Zeng Rui's army had participated in the original Xiqi Border War, and the legend about the "Zhong Shenxian" quickly spread, and there were faint signs of becoming popular again.

"It's an award, it's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning." Zhong Wen said a few words in a pretentious manner, then suddenly turned to Shangguan Mingyue and complained, "Try harder, Xiao Yueyue, you're not full. Food?"

"Shut up!" Shangguan Mingyue scolded fiercely with black lines on her head, "Also, don't call me Xiao Yueyue!"

"As a maid, you naturally have to accept the judgment of the master at all times." Zhong Wen said with a bad smile, "You have such a bad attitude, how can you act like a maid? Are you trying to break the agreement?"

"Bringing tea and pouring water, beating shoulders and legs, I do it all the time. Where have I broken the promise?" Shangguan Mingyue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, clearly smiling, but for some reason it gave people a gloomy and strange feeling, " Besides, who said that the maid must be polite to the master?"

"What a loss-making deal." Zhong Wen felt a chill in his heart and muttered with great dissatisfaction. Then he buried his head deeply between his arms, as if he was asleep and never wanted to raise his head again.

When Shangguan Mingyue saw that he was giving up, a smile flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her angry expression and continued to press hard on his back.

Why is this guy so tough?

After massaging this body that had been transformed twice by Dilong's painstaking efforts, Shangguan Mingyue, who had already entered the realm of spiritual masters, found that her palms were sore and she could hardly hold on. Although she was unhappy, she was also vaguely surprised.

"coming!"

After a while, Zhong Wen, who was lying on his stomach pretending to be dead, suddenly looked up and looked outside the tent and said something lightly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

About a moment later, bursts of loud noises like drum beats reached everyone's ears, and the noise of people coming and going was immediately heard outside the camp.

"Meet the enemy!"

Zeng Ruijiang stood up, his eyes shot out sharply, he took long steps and walked towards the outside of the camp.

"General Zeng." Shangguan Mingyue suddenly stopped massaging his hands, "Would you like to try the effect of this new weapon?"

"..." Zeng Rui hesitated for a moment, his eyes gradually became firm, "Okay, let's give it a try!"

…

As the third son of the leader of the Canglang tribe of the Chi tribe, Alale has always believed that men must have muscles and strength!

And because of his strong physique and immense strength, he is highly respected in the tribe, has won the hearts of countless girls inside and outside the tribe, and is even considered by his father as a candidate to be the next leader.

Therefore, he despised the two elders of "Seven Star Pavilion" with thin arms and legs above his head.

"Young patriarch, you are the number one warrior on the grassland."

The person who spoke was Alare's confidant Tiqi, "What qualifications do those two old guys have to tell you what to do?"

"Keep your voice down, don't let them hear you." Alare replied carelessly, "There are still some powerful characters in the Holy Land."

"They don't understand our language." Tiqi glanced at the two black-clothed spiritual masters in the sky and said disdainfully, "Young Patriarch is still too cautious. If you ask me, you can directly enter the Seven Stars

Ge', cut off that saint's head and see who else on the grassland dares to be disrespectful to our Canglang tribe!"

He is also a tall and muscular man. He is on par with Alare in terms of muscle worship. He always believes that the strong men in the Holy Land are just weak chickens who can fly. As long as they get the chance, they can easily kill him.

Slap him to death.

"Although these people in the Holy Land are annoying, they are on our side after all." Alale couldn't help but feel comfortable after being praised by him, and laughed loudly, "It's better to deal with those weak southerners first, and then go and kill the saints.

It’s not too late either.”

"The young patriarch's head is better." Tiqi said flatteringly, "Unlike me, I only know how to fight on the battlefield and don't know how to strategize."

"Follow me and study hard, and one day you will become smart." After being praised in this way, Alare patted his shoulder proudly and said, "When the war starts later, remember to let those two old men in the sky

Guys go ahead."

"Why?" Teach scratched his head, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Although the southerners are weak, their weapons are better than ours." Ala'le explained patiently, "Even though the Canglang tribe has no shortage of warriors, it should not lose too much strength to avoid suffering losses in future battles with other tribes."

"Yes!" Tiqi nodded repeatedly, with a look of admiration on his face.

Just as the two were talking, the army of the Dagan people had already come into view. Under the sunlight, each piece of exquisite armor exuded a dazzling light, and the momentum was truly astonishing.

Before Alare could use his "strategy", the two elders of the "Seven Star Pavilion" in the sky rushed forward very consciously, releasing the powerful aura of the Earth Spirit Lord and pressing hard against the large number of soldiers on the ground.

A Daqian general wearing silver armor rose into the air, also exuding the aura of a spiritual master, offsetting the pressure of the two elders in black.

At the same time, a small group of people in the Daqian army formation below suddenly raised their hands and pointed to the sky.

Each person held a dark stick in his hand, with the top pointed at the location of the two elders in black.

"What is that?" Alalay had never seen such a weapon before and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Aren't these southerners stupid?" Tiqi chuckled, "What role can such a short stick play on the battlefield..."

However, before he could finish his words, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed, and dazzling white lights that almost blinded people's eyes burst out from the tops of hundreds of sticks, flying straight into the air at an unimaginable speed. The two elders in black walked away, lighting up the entire sky in an instant, and the terrifying sound shook the sky. Even though they were so far apart, Tiqi still felt pain in his eardrums, and there was a buzzing in his head, and he could hardly control it. His body was so balanced that he almost fell off the back of the prairie wolf.

When the light dissipated, the body of an elder in black turned into dust, slowly falling towards the ground.

Although the other elder could still keep flying, he had lost his arms and legs. His whole body was swaying and he seemed about to fall from the sky at any time.

Before he could recover from the severe pain, the Daqian general had quickly approached, with a spear flying in his hand, as powerful as a dragon, and his spiritual power transformed into three orange sword lights in front of him, circling and twisting, dancing smartly, from the black Elder Yi's chest, left shoulder and right waist were stabbed hard.

How could the half-dead elder in black withstand the blow from the Spirit Lord? He fell from the air in a free fall like a frightened bird.

The two "Seven Star Pavilion" elders who were alive and kicking not long ago actually lost their lives inexplicably in just a dozen breaths.

And those who killed them were actually secular troops who had never been taken seriously by the Holy Land.

"Young, Young Patriarch." Tiqi felt a little bitter in his mouth and asked stammering, "W-should we..."

"These skinny people from the Holy Land are of no use as expected." But Alale said nonchalantly, "When it comes to the battlefield, we still have to rely on the warriors of our Canglang Tribe to prepare for the charge!"

Tiqi stared at the confident expression of his young patriarch, feeling something was wrong in his heart.

"Wow!"

Before he could say anything to persuade him, Alare had already clamped his legs together, urging the prairie wolf under him to jump out and kill Daqian's army.

That kind of weapon shouldn't be used continuously, right?

Seeing that it was a done deal, Teach had no choice but to comfort himself while driving his mount to follow closely, holding up the thick mace in his right hand, intending to start a killing spree.

However, when they were only ten feet away from the enemy formation, the Daqian soldiers who emitted white light seemed to have finished tinkering with something and raised their short sticks again.
To be continued...