Just as Dongfang Xiuzhe was about to take a clear look, a strong wind blew suddenly, restoring the corner of the tent to its original state.

Immediately afterwards, Engel's somewhat smug voice came: "Everyone, look carefully, I'm going to start!"

Dongfang Xiuzhe turned his head to take a look, and saw that the magic armor in the shape of a flying eagle was flapping its wings like a steel knife all over his body, and every time he flapped, it would bring up a lot of wind.

"It's so strong, if anyone is swept by its wings, it will definitely not be able to stand it. In the crowd, someone spoke.

"Look, look, its body is starting to lift off the ground, and it's really flying. Someone shouted after him.

Dongfang Xiuzhe glanced at it, and couldn't help but feel funny in his heart, the claws of the flying eagle demon armor were only one centimeter above the ground, and someone was actually shouting and flying.

Please, even if it's a pig jumping, it's not more than this height.

At this moment, a young man suddenly came out of the relatively atmospheric tent in front of him, about twenty years old, with dark skin, and a red hemp rope tied to each of his arms, swaying back and forth as he shook his swing arms.

This man was Tugar's son, named Tuzarus, and he stood up and watched his father perform over there from a distance of more than ten meters.

Bursts of applause came from the crowd watching from time to time, and Tuzaru had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: as long as he is a guy who has never seen the world, even a refiner is easy to deceive, it seems that this trip to the Heavenly Fire Empire is a correct choice, and he will definitely make a lot of money.

His eyes glanced at the ape armor with some pride, the rough lines, the powerful texture, and the cold light reflected in the sunlight made him feel extremely proud.

This ape magic armor was refined by him, and he originally heard his father show this magic armor. He still had some worries in his heart, but now it seemed that these were superfluous.

"Father is going to show the Flying Eagle Demon Armor, but fortunately, this is the Refining Celebration here, and there is a protective barrier above the head, so that the Flying Eagle Demon Armor can not fly too high and will not expose its flaws. There are no tall buildings here, so it will be easy to maneuver and fly, even for me, perhaps. It can also be done in a smooth way. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, he didn't dare to disturb his father, don't look at Tugel's kind appearance in front of everyone, but he, who is a son, knows very well how terrible it is for his father to start a fire.

Afraid of disturbing his father's performance, Tuzaru was about to retreat to the tent to rest for a while, but when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the slightly shabby tent next to him.

With a cold snort coming from his nose, he muttered, "That shit." Aren't you lazy again?"

The look on his face suddenly became haughty, and he stepped forward, lifted the curtain, and locked his eyes sharply on the startled little boy.

"Uk. You shit, you're lazy again!" Tuzarus walked in with his hands behind his back.

"I ...... I didn't!" Uke argued, looking a little nervous, and trying to hide the model he was fiddling with.

"And said no. I've been caught by me, and I still don't admit it, isn't it undercut?"

Tuzaru grinned and pulled over a chair and sat down. A posture of interrogating prisoners.

"I didn't!" the little boy's voice was louder.

"Then I ask you, are you done wiping the parts?" Tuzaru said, picking up an unassembled piece of armor beside him and looking at it.

"It's all wiped clean and put in the storage box. Uke hurriedly gestured to the large box in the corner.

"Hmph, it's done so quickly, it must be perfunctory, you shit, don't let me remind you again, if you want us to keep it, just work hard for me, don't fiddle with your shitty thing all day, believe it or not I smashed it?" Tuzaru looked at the model that the little boy was about to hide behind him.

Uke didn't speak again, as if he was used to this kind of reprimand.

"A waste who has no magic at all, but is delusional about learning to make a magic armor, do you think you are that material, and you don't spill urine to take care of yourself. Tuzarus didn't stop there, and continued to speak sarcastically.

Uk's lips twitched, but he finally held back the words that came to his lips.

"Wait a minute, I'll come over and check, and if I find out that you're perfunctory, you won't want to eat today. ”

Tuzaru heard thunderous applause outside, a little curious, and before he walked out, he didn't forget to threaten.

Uke stared at Tuzaru before he took out the model behind him again.

This is a model composed of pear wood, which is characterized by strong toughness, oiliness, and is not easy to dry out after air drying, and is a common material for making zuò furniture.

Uke looked intently at the wooden model he had made with his own hands, and when he noticed something wrong, he would take out a slanted knife in his pocket and gently modify it.

The carving knife fell into his hand as if it had been enriched with life, gently receding layer after layer of veil on the surface of the wooden fast.

"It would have worked better if you had added a flying wing here!"

Picking up the mold in his hand, Uke had a new idea.

Then he began to look at the mold from all angles, and began to calculate in his mind what kind of flying wing would be safer.

When he finished thinking about it, he immediately put down the mold, reached out, took out an irregular piece of wood from the cloth bag under his buttocks, and then took out a special shaping knife and began to act.

It wasn't an easy task, and it wasn't as easy as it seemed, and it often took a lot of effort to cut off a large area of wood, but he was patient and seemed to enjoy it, and a smile began to appear on his lips.

His palms were covered with calluses, and the wide shaping knife was held powerfully in his palms.

Perhaps practice makes perfect, but in just a few moments, the general shape of a flying wing was completed.

Next is the meticulous carving, and the bayonet making zuò.

Sawdust sprinkled all over his feet like snow, and the rhythmic grinding sound was like a melody playing in his heart.

The wings are more and more beautifully carved, and if you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that it came from these rough hands.

"The craftsmanship is good, and the design of the model is very peculiar!"

At this time, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

Uke was startled, and the carving knife in his hand shook, and as a result, his fingers were scratched, and blood immediately came out of the wound.

However, Uk raised his head unconsciously, staring at the strange little boy who suddenly appeared.

He couldn't help but be surprised, he didn't know when the little boy in front of him came in, why didn't he feel it at all?

You know, in order to prevent being scolded, even if he focuses on the model, he has developed the habit of being vigilant about the entrances and exits, as long as the curtain moves, he will immediately notice it.

But why, why didn't I know how this strange little boy got in?

Also, who he is and why he is here, I have never met him.

Uke knew that outsiders were not allowed to enter this place, which was why he was even more strange.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but it's because I really want to see your work. Dongfang Xiuzhe said apologetically.

Uke stood up, ignoring Dongfang Xiuzhe, and instead looked towards the entrance of the tent.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't alarm anyone when I came in. Dongfang Xiuzhe said with a smile.

However, it was okay that he didn't say this, and after saying it, he startled Uk.

"You...... You sneaked in?" Uke stared wide-eyed, unable to believe how there could be such a person at the Refining Ceremony.

Dongfang Xiuzhe nodded his head and said, "You can say that!"

"Then you go quickly, I won't tell you before you are discovered, go quickly, if you are discovered, it will not be good. Wu Ke was in a hurry, and even the carving knife in his hand was temporarily put down by him.

Seeing that the other party's fingers were still dripping blood, Dongfang Xiuzhe said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I hurt you because of me." ”

Uke looked down at his fingers, put them to his mouth and sucked them, and then continued to urge: "Let's go, my injury is nothing, it will be healed in a few days, if you don't leave, you won't have time." ”

Dongfang Xiuzhe looked at him a little funny, he raised his finger, condensed a light blue water ball, and then said, "Come, let me treat you." ”

Seeing the water element condensed by the little boy, Wuke's expression was a little stunned: "You...... Do you know magic?"

Knowing magic is not something to make a fuss about, but for Uk, who has no magic potential since he was a child, whenever he sees others who can do magic, he will be extremely envious.

Dongfang Xiuzhe's wrist shook slightly, and the water element in his hand instantly wrapped Wuke's injured fingers.

The wound was healing at a visible rate, and for the first time in his life, Uke had experienced the magic of healing.

"Alright, now your wounds are completely healed!"

Dongfang Xiuzhe said to Wuke, who had not yet come back to his senses.

Although the healing technique of water-based magic cannot be compared to light-based magic, it is still no problem for treating such small wounds.

"It's amazing, it's really all good!"

Uke examined his finger closely, and saw that the wound on it was gone, and there was no trace of scarring.

Dongfang Xiuzhe looked around, it was like a messy temporary warehouse, boxes of various sizes were stacked, and there was a slightly pungent smell in the air.

The room had a shabby single bed with a bedding as yellow as wax paper, and it was hard to imagine that this was a place to live.

"Okay, let's talk about business!" Dongfang Xiuzhe, who sighed a little in his heart, suddenly became firm. (To be continued......)