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Chapter 351 Arsenal

 Gently pushing open the study door, Liu Mingzhi directly invited Zhang Kuang in. Anyway, there was nothing worth avoiding inside. Mobile version https:

Zhang Kuang examined it carefully in Young Master Liu's study. Mu Ran's eyes stopped on a sword hanging on the wall. It was the Heavenly Sword given to Young Master Liu by Wen Renzheng.

Seeing the simple scabbard on the wall, Zhang Kuang frowned a few times: "Boy, is the sword hanging on the wall a heavenly sword?"

Liu Dashao, who was flipping through the drawings, was stunned. He looked back at the Heavenly Sword on the wall that he had neglected for a long time and nodded gently: "Uncle, indeed, he has a sharp vision. This sword is the Heavenly Sword given to me by my mentor, Mr. Wenren. It's a pity that

The boy is not that piece of material, the Heavenly Sword will be like a pearl covered in dust once it reaches the boy's hands."

Not bad, since he received the Heavenly Sword, Young Master Liu did not leave it alone, but Shi Chang used it to perform a set of sword techniques according to the nine-style sword song sent by Wen Renzheng.

However, it is just a form but not a method. To put it simply, it is just a showpiece and cannot show the kind of power that the world has in the hands of Wen Renzheng.

Later, Young Master Liu also found out that the sword strike that fell from the sky at the foot of Erlong Mountain was exactly the sword move performed by Mr. Wenren.

That scene is still fresh in my memory. The ground was cracked and rocks were flying. The aftermath alone was enough to blow me away from the capture of the ninth elder of the White Lotus Sect and into the Qinhuai River.

It can be said that the power of the Sky Sword and the power of falling from the sky are even more lethal than the 105 howitzer of later generations. It is simply a humanoid tank.

Liu Mingzhi never imagined that Wen Renzheng, who was so thin that his back was even a little bent, and that he had been greedy for money and drunkenness for a long time but had no integrity, could have such astonishing kung fu.

He gave himself the Heavenly Sword and the Nine-Style Sword Song. Of course, Young Master Liu was enthusiastic. Even if he learned these martial arts, he would not be able to travel around the world, but there was no problem in protecting himself.

I will not become that playboy who can be manipulated by others. When I am fine, I will face the crisis of kidnapping.

Mr. Liu has privately complained about his predecessor more than once. Others said that he was poor in literature but rich in martial arts, so his predecessor was supposed to have no shortage of opportunities to practice martial arts.

There are so many Liu Ye brothers in the family who are highly skilled in martial arts, and my grandfather's Donghai Bai family is a martial arts family, so it is not a problem to learn one and a half moves.

How could it make sense that in the face of such a great opportunity, he turned into a playboy who was incompetent in literature and martial arts?

So since the Heavenly Sword came into my hands, not to mention recreating the style of Wen Renzheng at that time, if not, I can be almost like the lady, but God is not good.

When the Heavenly Sword arrived in Young Master Liu's book, it didn't even say it split mountains and rocks, it didn't even split a piece of wood.

Not to mention the use of weapons, the fourth-level masters in the world can break a tree as thick as a bowl with their bare hands. But Young Master Liu, a man with a weak kidney, can use a rare magic weapon in the world to defeat this fourth-level master.

The inner breath cannot split a piece of wood.

Helpless, Young Master Liu could only sigh that he was no longer the material.

Zhang Kuang looked at Young Master Liu in surprise: "The Heavenly Sword is in the hands of Senior Wenren. When I was young, I held the Heavenly Sword and went to fight against an unrivaled opponent in the world. I didn't expect that it would eventually fall into your hands. No matter what, I hope you will not let down Senior."

Don't let the reputation of Heavenly Sword disappear in the world."

"Young man, try your best. If it really isn't the material for martial arts training, then I have no choice but to recruit another disciple instead of my mentor to teach the Heavenly Sword."

"Everything is God's will. I hope you don't bury the reputation of Heavenly Sword. Where are the blueprints?"

"Uncle, wait a moment." Mr. Liu began to dig through the pile of books again. He really didn't know where he put the drawings of Hengdao.

You can only search them one by one.

Looking at Liu Mingzhi who was rummaging through the drawings, a black line could not help but appear on his arrogant forehead. He didn't know that such an important drawing of a sharp weapon was secretly included in the treasure box, but randomly sandwiched it among some miscellaneous items.

Out of boredom, he could only pick up some rice paper that Liu Mingzhi had put aside and flip through it to pass the time.

"Boy, why are there two strange wheels on this iron bow? Why are these bow and arrow drawings you drew so nondescript?"

Liu Mingzhi, who was looking for the drawings, subconsciously replied: "The pulley saves effort. If the pulley is installed on the five-stone iron bow, a soldier who can only pull the three-stone bow can use it easily."

There was a glint in Zhang Kuang's eyes as he looked at the drawing of the bow and arrow carefully, as if he wanted to keep it firmly in his heart.

"Where is this bed crossbow? Why is the winch on it so huge? Judging from the specifications described above, it is three times larger than the bed crossbow currently equipped in the army. Such a large tension requires twice as many manpower.

.And why are the directions of the bow arms reversed?”

"This is called the Eight Ox Crossbow, which means it has the power of eight oxen. It is also called the Three-bow Crossbow. The crossbow arm reverse device can increase the range and power of the crossbow. Although I haven't tested it, it is estimated to be better than the military.

The bed crossbow installed now can shoot about 300 more steps without losing power. We have to try it to find out exactly how it works."

"Eight Ox Crossbow!" Zhang Kuang murmured a few words. Major Liu, who was looking at the drawings, folded the manuscript paper in his hand and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket.

"Why is the hand crossbow in this picture so simple? It shouldn't be very powerful, right? The drawing marked with the divine arm crossbow has a bow length of three feet and three feet. Isn't it a little too big?"

"God's Arm Crossbow? Oh, that's that one. Uncle, don't look at the simple shape. The arrows of this God's Arm Crossbow can shoot more than three hundred steps. The current hand crossbow can only be about a hundred steps, but it's not that big.

Perfect, I haven’t tested it in detail yet, some specifications may need to be refined.”

"Three hundred steps? Is this still a hand crossbow?" Zhang Kuang snorted softly before folding the blueprint and stuffing it into his sleeve.

"What's that thing on top? Why are there so many arrows on the car?"

"The continuous ballista can shoot dozens of long arrow clusters and countless short arrows at one time. The cliff is a great weapon against infantry. I only know the data but haven't studied it clearly yet, and I don't know the specific power. But look for it.

We should be able to improve some of the drawings from the Ministry of Industry."

He flashed his eyes wildly a few times and stuffed it into his sleeves without politeness.

"Oh, I found it. It's actually tucked here. I haven't looked at it for a long time. I almost thought it was lost somewhere."

Young Master Liu looked at the rice paper manuscript in his hand with joy: "Uncle, this is it. There are specific records of the Hengdao on it. Whether it can be made or not is none of my business."

"Don't worry, don't worry, uncle is suddenly thirsty. Go and pour him a cup of tea."

Zhang Kuang looked at the dozens of rice paper manuscripts on Mr. Liu's desk, all exposed.

"Okay, I'll have someone bring you a pot of good tea right away."

Zhang Kuang's face darkened: "Why, uncle, isn't it worth it for you to pour a glass yourself?"

"Ah? Okay, uncle, wait a moment while I go get you some tea."

After Young Master Liu walked out, he eagerly stared at the manuscript on the desk and rushed over, scrutinizing it with unblinking eyes.

From time to time, he hesitated and muttered: "This wooden box is so light. Could it be Zhuge Liannu's drawings? Hasn't it been lost? Why are there only drawings but no manufacturing data?"

ps: I can only save manuscripts these days. I will update as soon as the matter is resolved.


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