Chapter 62 The New Blacksmith

The next morning, when Ouyang Ming woke up from his lethargy, he felt refreshed again.

He came to the courtyard, and first squatted for half an hour in a horse stance. When squatting this time, he clearly felt the huge changes in his body. The fourth-class zhenqi of the powerful product is still not ranked among many sergeants, but it is not at the bottom.

Except for the personal guards of the battalion masters and generals, when facing ordinary sergeants, even if Ouyang Ming didn't use his skills or wear equipment, he could still fight them head-to-head. Moreover, judging by his full energy and blood at the moment, this fight still has a greater chance of winning.

In the dantian, the light circulating in the center is no longer the size of a small bean, but several times larger, like a baby's fist.

Of course, this is just an image metaphor. If someone really opened his stomach, he would never find a light source like a baby's fist.

After the horse stance, Ouyang Ming began to practice boxing and sword skills. Although this fist, kick and saber technique was taught by Sui Hezhi, but when Ouyang Ming uses it at this time, it has a different flavor.

Moreover, when he was practicing, the spiritual power between his brows was ready to move, eager to try.

Suddenly, a ray of spiritual power was released, which gently pushed Ouyang Ming's waist. Immediately, Ouyang Ming rushed forward with this force, and slashed like lightning.

In the eyes of outsiders, this posture seems to have exhausted its strength, and at the moment when it cannot be changed, new strength is suddenly born, which leads to a ground-breaking knife when it is impossible.

If it was in a formal battle, even if he could not win a complete victory with this knife, at least it could scare the opponent to death.

A faint smile flashed across his face, and Ouyang Ming finally discovered a trace of spiritual power. When he cooperates with martial arts in battle, he can release unexpectedly powerful power.

Although the pressure and crisis secretly brought by Zhang Yinfan in the military camp had not been relieved at this time, Ouyang Ming was no longer as panicked as before. Because he already had a certain amount of self-protection power, even if Zhang Yinfan took action himself, he was confident that he could escape. Moreover, as his strength continues to improve, one day, he will be able to crush his opponent in reverse.

Suddenly, the door rang, and Ouyang Ming's ears twitched slightly. He immediately threw away the saber and walked away in two steps.

As soon as the door was opened, the old craftsman stretched out his fingers.

"Ouch, old man, it hurts!" Ouyang Ming stood on tiptoe, grinning and screaming, "Your ears are going to be torn off!"

Hearing Ouyang Ming cry out in pain, although the old craftsman did not let go, he held back his strength and dragged him in.

After entering the house, the old craftsman finally let go, and said angrily: "You boy, you are really impatient, you dare to beat a half-elf beast, don't you die?"

Ouyang Ming rubbed his sore ears, and hurriedly told the old craftsman to sit down, and offered some lukewarm tea, and said, "Old man, did you hear wrong, who is chewing your ears beside you?"

The old craftsman sneered, and said: "Do you still need me to inquire? The generals of the Zhongying have issued a notice, this time hunting the half-elf beast, your meritorious service is the first. Hehe, very good, dare to fight the half-elf , why don't you lose an arm or a leg!"

While the old craftsman was speaking, his eyes swept over Ouyang Ming's body several times to make sure that he was fine. The hanging heart was finally let go, but then the anger rose from his heart, and the evil turned to the gallbladder. He stretched out his foot and wanted to kick it, but he was afraid that he would really hurt the kid. So, he went around in a circle, came behind Ouyang Ming, and kicked his ass hard.

Ouyang Ming groaned, and fell to the ground.

In fact, with his current ability, it is very easy to dodge, but if the old craftsman makes a move, he will bear it even if he grits his teeth.

The old craftsman stepped forward and gave him a good beating.

While beating, he said: "You brat, I told you to follow me to see it. You can fight with ordinary wild beasts a few times, but now even half-elven beasts dare to provoke you. Are you impatient? Want to Let the old man send the white-haired man to the black-haired man? Since you are impatient, I will beat you to death first!"

It's just that, the old man spoke fiercely, but he greeted Ouyang Ming's thick skin and flesh with all his moves.

Ouyang Minglai groaned on the ground, but didn't get up, but the screams became louder and louder.

After a while, the old craftsman finally stopped, and when he looked at Ouyang Ming who was curled up on the ground, his heart skipped a beat, and he murmured to himself, could it be that he hit him too hard and broke him? However, this kid squats and practices martial arts every day, so he won't be so unbearable.

He frowned slightly, and said: "Stinky boy, what are you doing lying on the ground, pretending, get up for me!"

Ouyang Ming covered the pain on his body, stood up limping, and said with a sad face: "Master, it hurts me to death!"

The old craftsman snorted coldly, went into the room to find a bottle of Dieda ointment, and said, "Come here, I'll rub it for you."

Ouyang Ming stepped forward and took off his clothes. The old craftsman searched his body, but couldn't find many bruises.

Ouyang Ming felt bad, and hurriedly said: "Master, I have never seen a half-elf beast at all this time."

The old craftsman's thoughts were really misled by him, and he said angrily: "Nonsense, since I haven't seen it before, why do you lead the meritorious deeds?"

Ouyang Ming quickly explained: "Because I forged three arrows and used them for Zhongying Jiang Chengwei. It is said that these three arrows played a key role."

The old craftsman asked suspiciously: "What kind of arrow is so powerful?"

Ouyang Ming chuckled and said, "Grandpa, wait a moment, I'll show you a demonstration!" He slid into the house with a stride, his movements were light and quick, and he didn't look injured at all.

The old craftsman stared, and thought, no, this time it was light, next time it can be harder!

After a while, Ouyang Ming came over with a dagger and said, "Old man, I did some tricks in the ammunition, and it became like this. Take a look at this."

The old craftsman took the dagger, looked at it carefully for a while, and said solemnly in his eyes, "This dagger is indeed weird. The structure inside seems to be stable, but it also has a strong tension. How did you type it?"

Ou Yangming admired it in his heart, the old craftsman really deserved to be a top arms blacksmith, and immediately saw the biggest feature of this dagger.

He lowered his voice a little, and said: "Old man, I fused a ray of spiritual power with ammunition and sent it into the dagger. It was a fluke."

"Spiritual power?" The old craftsman was taken aback, and asked suspiciously, "How could you possibly use this kind of power?"

Ouyang Ming thought to himself, why can't I use it? But in front of the old craftsman, he didn't dare to talk back, otherwise he would definitely be beaten again.

Although there is no blood relationship between him and the old craftsman, they are true relatives, but the expressions of both parties are somewhat different and reserved.

"Ahem, old man, don't look down on me, I was taught by you, right?"

The old craftsman nodded hesitantly. Of course he taught this kid by himself, but why can't he remember when he taught him spiritual strength.

Besides, what is this spiritual power?

However, in front of Ouyang Ming, he absolutely refused to admit his ignorance.

"Okay, what's the use of this thing?"

Ouyang Ming chuckled, and said, "Look, old man!" He got lucky, typed a little bit, and then threw it towards the far corner.

"Snapped--"

After a soft sound, Ouyang Ming no longer had to explain anything to the old craftsman. After working as an arms blacksmith for so many years, if the old craftsman couldn't see the value of this weapon, he wouldn't be able to become the chief master in the barracks.

Holding the other dagger and looking at it for a while, the old craftsman let out a long sigh, and said, "Hey, it's really old to be old, but if there are successors, it's a worthwhile life."

The point of his words is that there are successors, so there is not much emotion, but rather joy.

Ouyang Ming hurriedly said: "Old man, you are growing strong and can live for hundreds of years!"

The old craftsman was amused by his words, and said: "Hundreds of years? Haha, that's impossible." He shook his head and said, "Don't say it's you, even the blacksmith who came from Fucheng yesterday Master, he is much stronger than me. Hehe, what is rare is that he is so young and has a bright future in the future!"

Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he immediately thought of one thing.

When there was a conflict with Xiying Huang Jingtian and others that day, they had said that General Xiyingtian had invited an arms blacksmith from Fucheng. Moreover, this master seems to have figured out some method for mass production of high-quality armguards.

Although Ouyang Ming scoffed at this rumor, it was a high-quality armguard. No matter how the process was changed, the cost could not be reduced to the point where ordinary soldiers could buy one. However, he also knows that those who come are not good, and those who are kind do not come.

Now it seems that the master came during the few days when he entered the dense forest, and even had a face-to-face meeting with the old craftsman.

"Old man, did that person offend you?" Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed coldly. If he offends himself, he can laugh it off. But to offend the old craftsman, hehe...

The old craftsman said inexplicably: "What offended me, the skill that that kid showed is really good, there is no problem in surpassing me in the future. But..." He smiled proudly, and said: "Now the old man can still suppress him for a year Half a load!"

Ouyang Ming looked seriously at the old craftsman's expression, especially the proud look, and immediately realized that he was thinking too much.

The old craftsman slapped his forehead abruptly, and said, "Oh, I was so busy teaching you a lesson that you are unfilial, but I forgot." He glared at Ouyang Ming, and said, "I haven't got dressed yet, follow me to see Ni Grandmaster."

Ouyang Ming put on his clothes quickly and said, "Master Ni? Which Master Ni?"

"It's the new master, you have to learn more from him, understand?"

Ouyang Ming's eyes lit up, and he said with a smirk, "Yes, old man, I will definitely not embarrass you."