"Ah Ling, who is he?" Mei Dongen looked at the young man behind Gong Liangyu and asked.

"Childe brought the guest today!" The boy replied respectfully.

"Guest?" Mei Dongen looked at the bruises on Gong Liangyu's face, and seemed to be a little puzzled. Then he raised his head suddenly, and his eyes lit up:

"Childe is back?"

"Yes, because as soon as Childe came back, a lot of people came to look for him, so-" Sang Ziling was saying, and Miss Mei had already twisted her small waist and ran away with a click.

"Phew! Bah! Gongliangyu saw that Mei Dongen had gone away, and desperately spit out the spit in his mouth, before he looked up to the sky and sighed:

"I'm so wronged!"

This girl is indeed like a fairy descending from the earth, but when he drooled just now, he didn't see what the other party looked like. Thinking of the heir of his dignified Gongliang family, who was actually regarded as a disciple, Gongliang Yu suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears!

"I still don't admit it!" The young man Sang Ziling remembered the fat man's embarrassment when he saw Mei Dongen, looked at him with disdain, and put countless labels on him in his heart-

Arrogant, harsh, dirty, gluttonous, lustful...... Plus cheeky!!

"Well, shall we continue?"

"Good!" Gongliang Yu nodded unwillingly, and then asked, "Child, let me ask, how long will it take for you to eat?" ”

"There is still an hour!" The boy rolled his eyes and said, adding another gluttonous label.

"Oh, what does you Lord, Mother do? Why is her room full of meat? Gong Liangyu rubbed his stomach and asked curiously.

"It's obviously a medicinal fragrance, but you can smell the meat!" The young man was extremely speechless in his heart, but he said: "I just heard that Miss Mei plans to be a poisoner, and she is now studying all kinds of poisons every day, maybe the smell of meat just now is also some kind of poison, right?" ”

"Oh, so? Let's go somewhere else first! Gong Liangyu listened to the young man's explanation, and walked forward on his own, walking quickly on his two legs.

Label N – Fear of death!

As soon as he walked into the deepest part of the valley, Gong Liangyu forgot about the problem of eating, and also forgot the embarrassment just now, because he was attracted by the team of soldiers who were training in front of him.

It appears to be a makeshift shooting range, long and narrow, with white lines depicting different distances, seemingly divided into fifty, hundred, five, and eight hundred meters, each with several large wooden rakes placed side by side on the scale.

There were about a thousand soldiers, with an ordinary temperament and a dignified expression, but what caught Gong Liangyu's attention was the crossbows in their hands.

Because these crossbows are just ugly!

In addition to the workmanship of the horn-like bow and crossbow, the shape of the crossbow arm and crossbow machine is very stiff, and the colors are different, at first glance, they are improvised patchwork, without the slightest beauty, and the surface is not polished.

Gong Liangyu even saw that many soldiers were holding a broken stone in their hands, rubbing on their crossbow arms—

Could it be that you are polishing?

With a puzzled look on his face, he looked at the young man beside him.

"Made by the Gongshen Craftsman!" The young man simply explained and stopped talking, seeing his ignorant look, Gong Liangyu had no choice but to move his gaze back to the shooting range.

Now there were four soldiers on the field, and they were holding ugly crossbows, spaced two meters apart, neatly lined up.

"Wind!" The four soldiers shouted the name of the action while skillfully opening the bow, Gong Liangyu could see that the tension of this crossbow was about four or five hundred catties, and several soldiers were a little struggling, and it was estimated that they were some new soldiers.

"Start tuning!" Gong Liangyu's eyes were fixed on the other party's next move, and instead of raising the crossbow to aim at the target, these soldiers placed it on top of an equally ugly wooden shelf, and then half-crouched next to the crossbow and began to operate.

"Target: 100 meters!"

"Angle: Banxuan!"

Gong Liangyu blinked, the wooden frame could still adjust the angle!

"Shooting tuned!"

"Number one shot!" The soldier on the left holds the crossbow and pulls the hanging knife (trigger) -

Buzz –

Boom!

Hit! The soldier on the left stood up, his face calm.

"Shot number two!" Then the second soldier also pulled down the hanging knife -

Same hit!

Subsequently, the third and fourth soldiers also made separate shots, and all of them hit.

That's a pretty good hit rate!

Gong Liangyu nodded secretly, admiring that Gong Shen Craftsman in his heart, it is obvious that the accuracy of the opponent's shooting has a lot to do with the ugly wooden frame, using the wooden frame instead of hands, coupled with the accurate angle, to achieve accurate shooting, is a very creative idea!

The four soldiers finished shooting, and did not return to the group, but continued to repeat the previous operation, re-wound their bows—

"Start tuning!"

Goal: 500 meters!

Angle: One Xuan!

"Shooting tuned!"

"Number one shot!"

Buzz –

Boom!

Hit! The soldier on the left stood up with a hint of smugness on his face, but Gong Liangyu's face was a little solemn, because he found that when Soldier No. 1 was adjusting the angle, he also observed the wind direction, that is, the other party even took the wind direction into account.

There is a way in this, if the soldier makes a judgment based on his own experience, he can still accept it, but if the other party converts the wind into fixed data, it is a very terrible thing.

Sure enough, the remaining three soldiers also finished shooting and observed the direction of the wind, but only two hit the wooden target and one missed.

"The other party really calculated the wind, this god craftsman is too terrifying!" Gong Liangyu verified his guess and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

……

When Gong Liangyu saw that Soldier No. 1 had shot a wooden target 800 meters away, and the whole battalion was cheering, he turned around and walked back.

"Aren't you going to keep watching?" The boy asked from behind him.

"Don't look at it, go back!" Gongliang Yu didn't look back, he was in a hurry, and his tone was also very anxious.

"But what if there's anything more powerful in there?" The boy knew that the fat man must have been stimulated, and he couldn't help but play with it, intending to make him watch something more exciting.

The fat man stopped suddenly: "What else is inside?" ”

"Inside is Mr. Junno's laboratory!" The young man held back a smile and said quietly.

"Why don't you go check it out?" Gong Liangyu muttered quietly.

"Okay, come with me!" The boy changed his previous indifference and became very enthusiastic.

The two of them walked along the road on the right side of the shooting range for a distance of about five or six hundred meters, and then they saw a small black room that was lonely.

The style of the small black room is exactly the same as that of Maidon's, but the area is slightly larger. However, the small black house in front of him felt a little strange to Gong Liangyu - there were no buildings around, and there was no trace of anyone, which seemed extremely mysterious!

Not far away, you can see some broken walls, and a large area of the mountain wall is still bare and charred.

Could it be that there was a fire here not long ago? This is rare in the icy and snowy Northern Demon Plain!

Thinking of Mei Dongen's small black house, Gong Liangyu stopped abruptly and looked at the young man with a suspicious expression: "What's in this house?" ”

"There's everything, the most powerful one is called bakugan!" The young man smiled playfully, and stretched out his hand to point to the charred black place in front of him:

"That mountain was blown up by bakugan!"

……

Gong Liangyu suddenly became a little silent, looking at the lonely little black room with complicated eyes, and the fat man who chattered endlessly before, judging the two of them.

After a long time, Gong Liangyu rushed forward a few steps, his legs were slightly bent, his fists were clenched, he looked up, and with all his strength, he let out the most majestic roar in his life:

Yes! I'm going to be a conductor—

Be a conductor!

Be a conductor!!

……

The majestic roar echoed through the valley, and the aftermath lasted for a long time......

Boom! A delicate green and red silk belt suddenly broke off out of nowhere and slowly slid to the ground.

Note: Xuan is the name of the ancient angle: one Xuan means 45 °, and half Xuan means 22 ° 30 '