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The fastest updated novel, he is like fighting hard with the other party, but he can't beat it, what can he do?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out at all.

The eldest brother was arrested by the people punished by God, but the younger brother was waiting for him here, allowing himself to follow the iron?

Does that make sense?

No!

Run, yes, run!

Lao Tzu is not here to strike iron!

But things are not figured out at all, where to run?

It's nothing more than turning into a headless fly scurrying, and I can't find divine punishment at all, and I can't find my eldest brother.

This is also the most depressed place for Long Xiaoqi, he is very anxious, but the little brother just refuses to tell him what is going on inside.

"Bang! Bite! Syllable! Bite! ……”

Guarding the furnace, Long Xiaoqi learned from the Gurkha people and began to rotate the hammer to beat the iron, beating it over and over again, smashing the impurities in the steel, and then continuing to burn it in the fire.

This is repeated until all the impurities in the steel are removed, and the material for making ********** is formed.

However, this is easy to say, and it is by no means easy to do.

In just one day, Long Xiaoqi was tired and paralyzed on the ground, his whole body was sore, and it was difficult to move.

On the other hand, those half-grown children are still alive and kicking after a day of ironing.

This made him feel very depressed, and it also felt a little unreasonable.

In terms of physique, he definitely surpassed those half-grown children, but at the end of the day, his bones were about to fall apart, and they were all right.

"I'm here to strike iron? Is it just a hammer to knock it out? Long Xiaoliu, are you playing with me? We have to save Big Brother, we have to ......"

"Bang!"

The little brother's fist smashed into Long Xiaoqi's abdomen with great precision, and he suddenly stiffened his body, slowly slumped to the ground, sour water spit out of his mouth, and even felt difficult to breathe.

He wanted to scold, but he couldn't scold him, and this punch directly knocked him out.

The little brother was too lazy to talk to him, and he had to beat him if he kept stopping, and he fulfilled his promise very well.

Early the next morning, Long Xiaoqi continued to strike iron shirtless, and found the little brother again in the evening.

However, after finding it, it was beaten again...... After more than a week of back-and-forth, he finally didn't dare to find a theory with his little brother.

Because as long as you speak, you have to be beaten, even if you don't scold people, you don't ask your brother anything, you have to be beaten.

And in the past week or so, he has also gotten better from being tired of a day of iron.

The already strong physique slowly adapted to the boring iron, hammer after hammer, and there was no goal at all.

This is the most ridiculous thing he has ever encountered, striking iron, making his own knife here, it is simply devastating.

It's not okay if you don't fight, and the little brother can't say when he will punch him.

Half a month later, Long Xiaoqi finally created his own **********.

It's extremely sharp, and it has a special feeling in your hand.

"It's done!"

Long Xiaoqi held the scimitar he had made with his own hands and made an excited sound.

"Hahahaha......"

There was a burst of laughter, and the scimitars made by the Gurkha Xiao Qi all laughed.

Not a blessed laugh, but a verbal laugh.

"Stupid! Stupid! ”

Connor pointed at Long Xiaoqi and smiled, "What can this knife of yours do?" Can you chop wood? ”

Connor is the half-grown child who attacked Long Xiaoqi, maybe he doesn't know each other if he doesn't fight, and in the half a month he has been staying here, Long Xiaoqi has been learning to strike iron with this little kid.

"Chopping wood? Why can't you chop wood? ”

Long Xiaoqi narrowed his eyes, stared at the sharp blade and said, "Now I will chop it to you In the laughter, Long Xiaoqi found a piece of wood and put it on the ground vertically, waved the scimitar in his hand and slashed it down." "Click!" The blade was deeply embedded in the wood, but it was deeply inserted, but it could not be split. "Hahahaha...... Such a knife can also chop wood? Hahahaha...... "The laughter was louder, and Long Xiaoqi, who was laughing, had a feeling of losing his self-esteem. He drew his knife sharply and slashed down wildly with all the strength of his body. He's got to prove that his knife can chop wood, and he's got to make these laughing people succeed. And unconsciously, even Long Xiaoqi himself didn't know that what he was pursuing now was just to split the firewood with the knife he had built. "Click!" "Bang!" The blade was so hard embedded in the firewood that it broke in two because of the force. And that ordinary piece of firewood has not been split, and is still standing there steadily. How can it be? How can it be? Long Xiaoqi was stunned, and the scimitar was broken. "Little Seventh Brother, your knife is just in the right shape, but the arc is too far from the thickness." A Gurkha warrior came over and said to Long Xiaoqi with a smile: "The knife is just like a person, and the structure of all parts must reach the most exquisite perfection. We need to have brains when we think, hands when we need to act, and pairs when we need to walk. legs, and all parts of the body can be used together. Each person is the most perfect sword, which is an innate advantage given to us by the gods. That's why we can become the masters of the world and conquer all living things. Try my knife and maybe you'll feel the difference. Taking the other party's knife, Long Xiaoqi slashed down at the wood very casually. Click! "The wood was easily split in half, with no effort. This is the difference between knives and knives, not between people. "Qiao Mu, why is your knife so useful?" Long Xiaoqi looked puzzled. "It took me seven years to fight this knife, and you only used it for half a month." Said the Gurkha warrior named Arbor. "But am I fighting knives just to chop wood?" Long Xiaoqi suddenly jumped up and shouted at the little brother's house: "Long Xiaoliu, Lao Tzu didn't come here to fight knives and chop wood, the eldest brother is in the hands of divine punishment, I am here to bring the eldest brother back!" If you don't care, just tell me where God's punishment is, and I'll go alone!! "Long Xiaoqi didn't come here to strike iron, he came to bring Long Da back, and he definitely didn't make a knife that could chop wood here." I have money, I can buy any good knife, I can pay someone to forge a knife for me, why waste time here? You want your sister-in-law to be widowed. Women? I really don't know what you think, Lao Tzu can't hold it back, Lao Tzu can't bear it, if you don't make it clear to me, Lao Tzu won't touch the hammer, even if you beat me to death! The little brother walked out, he just glanced at Long Xiaoqi lightly, turned around and walked towards the mountains and forests outside the village. This time he didn't fight Long Xiaoqi, and there was nothing superfluous in his eyes, let alone dissatisfaction. Because he knew that this younger brother of his was unconvinced, and no one in their Long family would be convinced! This book is from/book/html/31/31216/index.html