God Soldier Atlas Chapter 3

　　 "You made this knife?"

　　 A middle-aged man in his thirties of medium build, stroked the blade with his fingers, and asked.

"Yes."

　　 Zhou Shumumudi replied.

　　His eyes moved up and down the broken wooden stake.

　　 A wooden pile with a diameter of almost half a meter was cut into two pieces by himself?

　　 Although this body has been ironed since childhood, it is still strong, but in terms of strength, it is only at the level of an ordinary adult...

　　 Is it because the knife is too sharp?

　　 This is unscientific...

　　 Zhou Shu feels that his scientific common sense has been provoked. No matter how sharp a knife is, enough force must be applied to it to cut the stakes. This is basic junior high school physics knowledge...

　　 But then again, this is not the earth, and the laws of physics are different?

　　 also, there seems to be that kind of peerless strong man who flies in the sky and hides—

　　 "Your name is Zhou Shu?"

　　 Xiao Zongshui continued to ask.

"Yes."

　　 Zhou Shu nodded.

　　 "Your grandfather Zhou Guangzu, your father Zhou Niandong?"

"Yes."

　　 Zhou Shu didn't know what the subject meant, but he answered honestly.

　　 Xiao Zongshui is the chief of the workshop and Zhou Shu's immediate boss, who directly determines Zhou Shu's survival.

　　 "They are both good styles, it's a pity."

　　 Xiao Zongshui nodded and said, "You are also very good. Although this knife is not yet in product, it can be regarded as the best standard long knife."

　　 "The best standard long knife?"

　　 Zhou Shu was a little disappointed. It was just a high-quality long sword. It seemed that it would be impossible to use this sword to become a soldier.

　　 But the disappointment only flashed by. There was a map of the gods, and it was only a matter of time before he became a soldier.

　　 The best standard long knife is already powerful, how powerful is the weapon that has been purchased?

　　 Zhou Shu's heart's expectation of becoming a caster became even stronger.

"At your age, being able to cast the best standard long knife without a teacher is much better than your grandfather and your father." Xiao Zongshui looked at Zhou Shu and continued, "Maybe one day, you can become a real one. It may also be the founding division."

　　 "Then thank Master Xiao for his cultivation."

　　 Zhou Shu said with his hands.

　　 "I didn't cultivate you."

　　 Xiao Zongshui looked at Zhou Shu with a faint smile, "Your father and grandfather don't have such a vigorous mind as you. It's no wonder that you can cast the best standard long knife."

　　 "Master Xiao has been awarded."

　　 Zhou Shu was a little embarrassed, and he hadn't practiced flattering skills in his previous life.

"Okay, here I have done the work well. It's more effective than anything." Xiao Zongshui waved his hand and said, "This superb long knife is of high quality, and one can compare to several ordinary long knives. ."

　　 "In the future, you only need to cast this high-quality long knife, one can replace three ordinary long knives."

　　 After Xiao Zongshui finished speaking, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

　　 I don't know whether it was intentional or not. The sharp standard long knife in his hand did not return to Zhou Shu, but took it away...

　　 "Xiao Peipei!"

　　 After Xiao Zongshui walked away, Zhou Shu secretly took a sip.

　　 A sharp standard long knife, in terms of value, is definitely comparable to ten ordinary standard long knives, but when it comes to Xiao Zongshui, it can only be worth three, ah!

　　 After cursing a few words, Zhou Shu's heart that had been hanging around, also relaxed a little.

　　 A sharp standard long knife can replace three ordinary standard long knives. His original monthly task was to hand in one hundred standard long knives, but converted to more than 30 sharp standard long knives.

　　 For Zhou Shu, the difference in the casting difficulty of these two long knives is not that big. In other words, his workload has actually been cut drastically, and he will no longer have to work overtime and iron.

　　 At the very least, the crisis of sudden death is lifted...

　　 Returning to his "doghouse", Zhou Shu lay on the hardwood bed tossing and awake. After studying the map of the gods for a long while, he simply got up and went to the work shed to ding-dangling and busying himself.

　　 Soon after, a sharp standard long knife appeared in his hand again.

　　 Zhou Shu looked satisfied, and it seemed that he had indeed mastered the method of casting a sharp standard long knife.

　　 "Call—"

　　 Zhou Shu was appreciating his work with satisfaction, and suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind behind him.

　　 He lowered his head subconsciously, feeling a strong wind blowing through the back of his head, and his scalp was a little painful.

"boom-"

　　 There was a muffled sound, as if something hit the anvil in front.

　　 Zhou Shu's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, just listening to the sound, you can also hear that the thing is full of weight.

　　 If it wasn't for hiding quickly, it would not have hit the anvil, but his head!

"Who!"

　　 Zhou Shu turned his head abruptly and shouted loudly.

　　 "You'd better not move." A gloomy voice rang in Zhou Shu's ear, "I don't want your life, don't force me."

　　 Opposite Zhou Shu, a thin, tall man stared at him coldly, holding a hammer for hammering in his hand.

　　 That hammer is the size of an adult's head, and its handle is almost as tall as that of a man. If this thing is lifted...

　　 Zhou Shu seemed to see the scene where his head was smashed like a watermelon.

　　 shivered all over, subconsciously squeezing the sharp standard long knife in his hand, which gave him a slight sense of security.

　　 "Who are you, what do you want to do!"

　　 Zhou Shu said loudly, hoping that his voice would attract the attention of the workers around him.

　　Unfortunately, his plan fell through, and the jingling percussions around him did not stop at all, as if no one heard his voice.

　　 The face of the thin and tall man opposite Zhou Shu showed sarcasm.

　　 "You don't have to work in vain. Before dawn, you will break your throat and no one will pay any attention."

　　 Zhou Shu felt a little bit in his heart. Although he didn't know why this man was so determined, he also knew that in a short time, I was afraid that no one would come to save himself.

　　 "The money is under the bed, take it all if you want it!"

　　 Zhou Shu pointed to the wooden bed in the room and said loudly.

　　 "I am not interested in money!"

　　 The thin and tall man's triangular eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said coldly, "Hand over the secret recipe for the best standard long knife, I can save you!"

　　 The tall, thin man was carrying a huge hammer and approached Zhou Shu step by step. Seeing him like that, he didn't worry about the long knife in Zhou Shu's hand.

　　 No matter how good the weapon is, it depends on whose hand it is.

　　 The thin and tall man obviously didn't pay attention to Zhou Shu.

　　 Zhou Shu's heart sank, rushing to the secret recipe for casting soldiers?

　　 A few hours ago, he only forged a sharp standard long knife. Is anyone tempted so soon?

　　 This is the workshop of the founding soldier, how dare he?

　　 The exposure of the sharp standard long knife was beyond Zhou Shu's expectation. If he had known that the knife was so sharp, he would never go to the military inspection field to test the knife.

　　 And he did not expect that this news spread so quickly, not only the principal Xiao Zongshui immediately appeared and took the knife, but now there is also this guy who is obviously also an apprentice to rob!

Zhou Shu stared at the tall and thin man. He didn't know him. The 108 workshops of the Division of Soldiers, the 97th workshop where he was alone, had hundreds of people, so many people. He couldn't have seen everyone.

　　 Even if he knew each other, it is estimated that this thin and tall man would not care about his peers.

"boom-"

　　 The big hammer in the hands of the thin and tall man hit the place heavily, making a dull sound.

　　 He looks extremely thin, but his strength is not small. The huge hammer is as light as nothing in his hand.

　　 "A casting secret recipe that is not a purchased weapon, is it worth it?"

　　 Zhou Shu clenched the sharp standard long knife, stared at the lanky man, and said.

　　 "Huh!" The thin and tall man snorted coldly. If it were the secret recipe for the foundry weapon, he wouldn't dare to **** it.

　　 The secret recipe for the casting of the incoming weapons, that is exclusive to the casting division, even if he snatches it, he has no ability to keep it.

　　 The secret recipe for the casting of this superb standard weapon will not attract the attention of the masters, and it has enough value to change your own situation. This is the most suitable thing for ordinary apprentices!

　　 The tall and thin man was not in the mood to explain this to Zhou Shu. He held the hammer handle, his eyes fell on Zhou Shu like a falcon, and said coldly, "Give me the secret recipe!"

　　 "The secret recipe for casting soldiers is here, if you want, you can get it yourself!"

　　 Zhou Shu pointed to his head. The next moment, he had already grasped the handle of the sharp standard long knife with both hands, preemptively, and slashed towards the lanky man.

　　 Zhou does not understand martial arts, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but he is young and strong, even holding a sharp weapon, using brute force to smash, the power is also full.

　　 A flash of disdain flashed across the face of the thin and tall man. Although they were all apprentices, there was a gap between people and people.

His ancestors were highly mentored and once learned a set of martial arts. Although he hadn't practiced anything in his generation, he still made him far more effective in combat than ordinary people. .

　　 Zhou Shu's attack like this is fine to scare ordinary people, but is he an ordinary person?

The thin and tall man sneered, his arms swung, and the sledgehammer was pushed up from the bottom up. He was confident that this hammer could knock down the standard long knife in Zhou Shu's hand and break his ribs by the way. !

"Ding-"

　　 With a crisp sound, the hammer and the standard long knife collided together. The thin and tall man seemed to have seen the standard long knife knocked into the air, and then Zhou Shu wailed and fell to the ground. His face showed a cruel grin.

　　 Suddenly, his smirk solidified on his face, and his eyes were full of horror and incredible.

"boom-"

　　 The sledgehammer fell obliquely to the ground, and a clear blood line appeared on the thin man's chest. The blood line continued to spread. After a while, blood poured out without money.

"How can this be!"

　　 The tall and thin man left his last word in the world, and then fell to the ground in a sudden, dying!

　　 "The sharp standard long knife you forged causes kills, rewards the exercises, and the dragon elephant is Prajna Gong!"

The 　　 God Soldier Atlas automatically appeared in front of Zhou Shu's eyes. The page flipped to the page of the sharp standard long knife, and a line of words that looked like a barrage was swept across the page.

　　 Zhou Shu suddenly saw countless figures jumping up and down, and a huge amount of information instantly crashed into his mind.

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