Just as a group of hunters were discussing why Wu Qi could approach the master craftsman, Lykaon heard the sound and came over and asked them what they were talking about.
Several hunters said so. Lycaon snorted softly and said with a serious face: "Stop talking about those nutritious things. Even if we don't deny Wu Qi, if we have established a relationship with the master craftsman, what do we plan to get from the master craftsman? ?”
The hunters were stunned by Lycaon's question, and one of them said blankly: "Uh... better weapons and armor?"
Lycaon was angry and wanted to laugh in his heart, but on the outside he maintained the seriousness necessary for training.
"His weapons and armor are the same as ours, but is his strength equal to ours? Ask yourself, are the things I want to get really wrong? Do I have high value? So instead of talking about those things, we No, why don’t you quickly improve your archery skills during training?”
No hunter in the hunting party knew Lycaon's temperament. Lykaon is particularly good when he is gentle, so no one will disobey him when Lykaon is serious. Several hunters recognized their mistake and went to prepare the equipment and supplies needed for routine training.
Laikaon glanced at the entrance of the workshop in the distance. Master Wu Qi and Solu had disappeared, probably entering the workshop.
"Boy, he seems to have underestimated me a little." Lycaon crossed his arms across his chest and said to himself. There was no hostility in his tone, so he simply admired Wu Qi's ability.
At the same time, outside the workshop.
Wu Qi followed Master Solu into the workshop, and what caught his eye was a scene that expanded his impression of the hunting team camp.
The tone of the entire workshop is composed of black iron stone and light red air. The air is filled with steam everywhere, and the red and yellow firelight comes from the hinterland of the huge smelting furnace. Several craftsmen's apprentices were carrying materials and checking the pulleys of the machinery to make a good start for Donglai's half-day work.
The workshop occupies a large area. Although there is a huge smelting furnace standing in the center of the group building, and exercise equipment and commissioned weapons and armor can be seen everywhere, the entire space still feels relatively spacious. There is a staircase leading to the second floor in the corner of the workshop, which means that there is room in the high ceiling on the first floor of the workshop.
That is where Master Solu and his apprentices usually work. It was the first time for Wu Qi to see such a period-style forging building. Smelting, forging, and making equipment using Iron Age methods are completely different from the high-tech equipment abundant in human territories.
"It's not big there, I'll look around." Master Solu said.
Wu Qi nodded. The workshop on the first floor had a clear view. He looked at it carefully and then said: "Master Solu, your workshop is very good. Was the 'dust-free arrow' made there? Which tool was used? , this junior didn’t notice it for a while.”
"Want to see the 'Clean Arrow'? Come here and show it to me."
Master Solu walked around behind the workbench. Two strong and tall craftsman apprentices helped Solu move out a rectangular wooden box placed in the corner and placed the wooden box firmly on the workbench.
Master Solu pressed the switch of a wooden box, and the mechanism control cover on the outside of the box separated from the middle and bounced to both sides. Only then did Wu Qi realize that there was an arrow template inside the wooden box. There are 20 arrow templates on each plate, and the number is just enough to meet the limit of arrows that can be stored in a hunter's quiver.
"The production of 'dust-free arrows' is neither simple nor easy, nor difficult. But there is one thing that no one can deny, that is, 'dust-free arrows' are arrows that only I can make." Master Lu said proudly.
Wu Qi's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He didn't want to miss any details that Jie Donglai saw.
"Materials." Solu said two words, and two apprentices immediately brought a heavy and huge sack of sackcloth. As soon as the rope of the sack was loosened, what was revealed was a bag of red sand collected from the Silver Sand Desert.
Solu glanced at Wu Qi's obsidian eyes, and then pointed his finger. Just listen to the red sand in the sack forming a slender stream of sand, drawing an arc like a rainbow out of thin air, and leaping into the hollow of the arrow template at a constant speed.
Wu Qi's pupils shrank slightly. When he saw the slender sand flow filling an arrow hole with great precision, he moved to the east. In a few breaths, the complete arrow template was filled.
Solu pressed the east switch again, and the cover of the wooden box snapped shut. As soon as he pressed his legs against the wooden box, the old legs with obvious traces of time began to glow with a measurable layer of light yellow brilliance. Waves of measurable fluctuations were transmitted to the outside of the wooden box, and the measurable flow fluctuated in a slow and rapid sequence, shrinking back to the outside of Solu's legs after about half a minute.
The answer seemed to have appeared in Wu Qi's mind. The cover of the wooden box finally opened, and what appeared on the board were 20 arrows of half the volume.
At that time, the red sand that was once extremely fine particles had turned into real arrows. Its hardness and sharpness make it very difficult to compare with the wooden arrows trained by the hunting team, whether they can easily pierce Wu Qi's atavistic scale armor weapon!
Solu flicked his legs and summoned 20 arrows of half size, and controlled the arrows to connect two by two. After a second, there were 10 finished "dust-free arrows" floating in the air.
Wu Qi stared at the "dust-free arrow" floating in the air with bright eyes. He slowly stretched out his right leg and held a floating dust-free arrow. The body of the Wuchen Arrow still had measurable traces and temperature of Solu, but Wu Qi could feel that the measurable traces there would soon dissipate, and what he could feel now was the initial remaining warmth.
"Exquisite and controllable kick technique! Master Solu, I would like to ask, what is the name of your special ability?" Wu Qi's amazement was beyond words.
"Is there an unprecedented third-level special field-type magic created by me? It's called 'Tiangong Kaiwu'."
"Tiangong, Kaiwu!"
Wu Qi repeated Solu's words. The moment he finished reciting the first two words, his right leg holding the arrow suddenly clenched into a fist!
Wu Qi's eyes suddenly burst out with strong curiosity, which was so strong that Solu's heart suddenly moved when he glanced at it. At the same moment, Wu Qi's right leg surged out of silver liquid, and the silver liquid flowed around the entire dust-free arrow. Wu Qi had closed his eyes, holding his breath and mustering up 120,000 points of concentration.
Wu Qi had an idea that came out of nowhere and wanted to realize it on the spot!
Solu's eyelids jumped because he saw that the dust-free arrow he had made was slightly deformed in the silver package.
That's an unbelievable thing for Solu. The deformation of the Wuchen Arrow can only occur if the Wuchen Arrow withstands an unimaginable kinetic impact, or is hit by a high-intensity torrent. Only when those conditions are met can external force be enough to break the "vessel seal" of "Tiangong Kaiwu" and make the dust-free arrow return to its original state.
Solu has never seen anything made by his "Tiangong Kaiwu" passively breakable, and the limit of high-intensity measurable torrents requires at least a measurable life reaching the level of the Lord of the Throne.
Solu is very clear that the current situation obviously does not meet both conditions. The Wuchen arrow held by Wu Qi's leg has not been forcibly broken. The "weapon seal" of the Wuchen arrow is still there, but it can be forcibly deformed.
"Wu Qi, what am I doing!" Solu wanted to shout loudly and take back the Wuchen Arrow. But when the time came for the words to escape his lips, he stopped himself.
Solu seemed to have discovered the truth about Coco, and the horror in his eyes gradually turned into curiosity and surprise. As the owner of "Tiangong Kaiwu", he now wants to know what Wu Qi can do.
The deformation of Wuchen Arrow continues. The amount of silver erupting from the palm of Wu Qi's leg has reached an order of magnitude. The amount naturally changes into a silver flame that wraps around the palm of his leg according to Wu Qi's deep thoughts. The silver flames crazily stimulated the dust-free arrow in the center, and the magic was running at extremely high power.
Beads of sweat broke out on Wu Qi's forehead. The pain of cutting off one of Wu Qi's legs and arms with a knife would not make Wu Qi grin, but now Wu Qi has reached the point where his expression is out of control just by using his magical powers.
Now, in the swaying flame of silver light shining in Wu Qi's palm. The supernatural powers of "gravity" and "repulsion" are fighting to the death with the "Tiangong Kaiwu" Liudong's "Qi Feng".
Wu Qi used the details of Solu's "Tiangong Kaiwu" and thought that the properties of "Tiangong Kaiwu" should be similar to his "gravity", so he wanted to give it a try. But he never expected that there was not even a measurable trace left on the creation of "Tiangong Kaiwu", but the effect of the supernatural power was as solid as a rock.
It should be said that Master Solu deserves to be respected as a master craftsman by all hunters, or else Harvey is a respected figure. When Wu Qi challenged him, he saw a mountain far higher than his height.
"He can't break the power of 'Tiangong Kaiwu'..."
"Try to get rid of Chuchu!" "
Wu Qi gave it a try before! The moment he screamed in his heart, layers of pitch-black scales appeared on the surface of his skin! The brilliance of the silver flames in the palms of his legs greatly increased, but the circumference of the flames shrank by a large circle, covering the surface of the Wuchen Arrow with a thick layer.
In the huge workshop, Solu, the craftsmen's apprentices, and the craftsmen's apprentices who came in later all stared at where they were.
One second, two seconds. The flames in Wu Qi's legs suddenly went out. He punched the Wuchen arrow onto the workbench, then bent his knees and almost fell to the ground.
"Hoo, ho. I can't afford to be wrong, Master Solu. I really can't afford to be wrong. Wu Qi was offended."
Wu Qi gasped and said word by word. But Master Suolu didn't seem to hear what he said. He stared at the "dustless arrow" in Wu Qi's leg with high spirits. He gently opened Wu Qi's leg fingers with his legs and carefully took the "dustless arrow" Arrow" was taken out.
There was an arrow in Solu's leg. The arrowhead has become nearly 4 times larger, and its shape has transformed into a "blade"; the arrow body has been shortened to one-third, with considerable thickening; and the arrow feathers have even disappeared.
That's nothing more than a flying knife!
"Was it sent to the door by God..." Solu murmured.