God Soldier Atlas

Crackling—

The sound of burning flames echoed in the courtyard of the Lord's Mansion of Tongguan City.

Occasionally, the sound of various metal collisions is mixed in it.

Cui Lin brought a total of five disciples with him on this trip, the leader being Long Shengwu.

These five disciples are also all the direct disciples of Cui Lin, the first deputy head of Tiangong Pavilion.

The reason why Cui Lin brought them here was because he thought that if Wu Zongquan was really qualified to be the head of Tiangong Pavilion, then he would let his disciples assist Wu Zongquan.

In the future when Wu Zongquan really becomes the pavilion master, these five disciples will also have a bright future.

Cui Lin never imagined that just after he left, his five disciples would directly approach the door. They didn't have a good relationship, but they started to provoke.

Of course, Zhou Shu didn't take these people's provocations to heart.

Although Long Shengwu and the others are much older than Zhou Shu, but in terms of experience, they have no way to compare with Zhou Shu.

In terms of mentality, Zhou Shu looked at these people as if he was looking at a few juniors.

Seeing that Long Shengwu and five people were busy casting magic weapons, Zhou Shu was lying leisurely on the reclining chair, as if he had completely forgotten about the competition.

But it's not that casting magical weapons should not be distracted, Long Shengwu really wanted to ask Zhou Shu, did you give up struggling completely?

He is now waiting for the moment when his magical weapon is forged. When the time comes, he must teach Wu Zongquan a lesson!

The casting of divine weapons is not a matter of a moment.

It is normal to spend months or even years to cast a soldier.

Of course, Long Shengwu and the others would not spend several years in Tongguan City for a competition. They all chose the magic weapons they are most familiar with to forge.

Without sleep or rest, only half a month later, Long Shengwu, the one with the strongest skill in casting soldiers among the five, began to take shape of his magical soldiers.

In the past half a month, Zhou Shu, apart from sleeping, just watched the five soldiers forging leisurely. He himself never started work.

Seeing that his magical weapon was about to be forged, Long Shengwu was also full of excitement, and he even gave Zhou Shu a provocative look.

The corners of Zhou Shu's mouth raised slightly. These boys are only average in casting soldiers, and their arrogance is not small.

Do you think you are sure to win?

Zhou Shu paced and slowly came to Long Shengwu.

He looked at the magic weapon that had been formed in the casting furnace. This magic weapon had already completed 90% of the process, and it could basically be regarded as a successful casting.

Forging a magic weapon in just over ten days, it is already considered a very good level for an ordinary soldier casting master.

Long Shengwu also looked proud now, and this time, he even performed a little extraordinarily.

This time, he is 100% sure that he can slap Zhou Shu in the face.

Hmph, Wu Zongquan, don't worry, even if you lose, as long as you are willing to admit that you are a liar, I will not take your life, I will spare you.

Long Shengwu divided his mind and spoke.

Really? Then I have to thank you.

Zhou Shu stared at the casting furnace for a moment, as if he wanted to see the appearance of the magic weapon clearly.

However, let me talk after you win first.

Before the words fell, Zhou Shu had already raised his hands.

call--

Between his hands, two fire dragons suddenly sprang up, which startled Long Shengwu.

Long Shengwu frantically typed out a series of formulas before he stabilized the flame in his casting furnace.

Just being frightened by Zhou Shu, he almost failed the casting.

what are you doing!

After Long Shengwu was sure that there was nothing wrong with his magic weapon, he said a little angrily.

Looking good!

Zhou Shu didn't answer him, but spoke calmly.

I saw the fire dragon entangled between his hands, exuding a fiery breath.

All kinds of materials for casting soldiers flew from nowhere, and milk swallows were thrown into the flames as if they were thrown into the forest.

Long Shengwu's eyes widened suddenly.

He stared at the materials for casting soldiers that were thrown into the flames.

He was very familiar with those military casting materials.

The magic weapon he is casting is made of these materials, and he knows this better than anyone else.

What is he doing here?

A flash of doubt flashed in Long Shengwu's mind, Does he want to use the same casting material to cast divine weapons?

No, he doesn't have a casting furnace, how can he cast divine weapons?

Long Shengwu's heart was already in a mess.

He has clearly determined that Wu Zongquan is a liar. He doesn't know the art of casting soldiers at all. The magic weapons he took out before were all made by others...

But what happened in front of him now made him a little confused.

This Wu Zongquan not only knows how to cast soldiers, but also can cast soldiers with bare hands without using a casting furnace?

How is this possible?

Bang bang—

At this moment, there were two muffled sounds from around, and a man stood up in disgrace, the casting furnace in front of him had already exploded.

He also saw the movement here, and in shock, his luck was not as good as that of Long Shengwu. He failed to control his casting furnace, failed to cast soldiers, and directly blew up the furnace.

Fryer means he lost.

The faces of the other four people became a little ugly. They didn't dare to be too distracted, and they all focused on their own casting furnaces, and only secretly glanced at Zhou Shu standing in front of Long Shengwu from the corner of their eyes.

The temperature in the air was still rising, and even Long Shengwu felt a little uncomfortable at that temperature.

What made Long Shengwu feel even more uncomfortable was that after the materials for casting soldiers fell into the flames between Zhou Shu's hands, they began to melt and fuse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After all, Long Shengwu is the direct disciple of the first vice-master of the Tiangong Pavilion, and he is quite accomplished in the art of casting soldiers.

Why can't he see that Zhou Shu is really casting soldiers!

And his casting speed is many times faster than himself and others!

In less than an hour, he had already completed the steps that he needed a whole day to complete.

Long Shengwu has now seen that every step of Zhou Shu's casting is exactly the same as his own.

He is using the same casting materials, the same steps, and casting the same magical soldiers as himself!

This discovery made Long Shengwu feel uneasy immediately!

This Wu Zongquan has already mastered his own recipe for casting soldiers just by looking at his casting soldiers?

The magic weapon that I want to cast is my own unique magic weapon, and it is my own original formula for casting soldiers!

It is absolutely impossible for Wu Zongquan to have seen his own recipe for casting soldiers before!

How could it be possible to master one's own casting formula at a glance? Even Master can't do it!

But apart from this possibility, Long Shengwu really couldn't think of any other explanation.

What puzzled him even more was that Zhou Shu's steps in casting soldiers were almost exactly the same as his, but every step, he felt that Zhou Shu's steps were more perfect than his.

Long Shengwu didn't want to admit it, but just looking at Zhou Shu's steps in casting soldiers, he discovered many problems in himself.

He felt that he had a deeper understanding of the casting method of this divine weapon!

If Long Shengwu wasn't the direct disciple of the first vice-master of Tiangong Pavilion, if he didn't have such a good talent for casting soldiers, if he didn't have such a good vision, maybe he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.

It is precisely because of his talent, ability, and vision that he wants to commit suicide in pain now.

By this time, if he still can't see that Zhou Shu's art of casting soldiers is far beyond his imagination, then he will be a disciple of the first deputy head of Tiangong Pavilion in vain.

He now feels like a clown, jumping around in front of others for so long, but they only need to raise their hands to rub themselves against the ground.

No wonder Wu Zongquan had been sleeping on the recliner before. He didn't give up struggling completely, but he didn't pay attention to himself and others at all.

His art of casting soldiers is not at the same level as his own.

Thinking of this, Long Shengwu's heart felt ashamed.

boom--

With a bang, the casting furnace in front of Long Shengwu also exploded.

The flames mixed with the fragments of the magic weapon and scattered in all directions.

Long Shengwu seemed to be stupid, he didn't know how to dodge or resist.

Zhou Shu frowned slightly, flicked his sleeves lightly, and a force had already rolled up the fragments of the magic weapon.

This Long Shengwu has both talent and ability, but his psychological endurance is really terrible.

Cui Lin's disciples are like flowers and plants in a greenhouse, and they have experienced too little wind and rain.

That's right, they are geniuses in the first place, and they were accepted as disciples by the first vice-master of the Tiangong Pavilion. In this world, they are high-ranking military builders, and they probably haven't experienced any setbacks in their life.

Otherwise, they would not be able to provoke Zhou Shu face to face.

Anyone with a little brain can understand that even if Zhou Shu is not the direct disciple of the master of Tiangong Pavilion, he must have some skills.

Didn't he seek death for such reckless provocation before he found out his background?

In the final analysis, Long Shengwu and the others have too little experience, which is why they let themselves fall into such an embarrassing situation.

While manipulating the fire dragon between his hands, Zhou Shu said, Long Shengwu, do you want to continue?

While the fire dragon was circling, the materials for casting soldiers were still melting together, and the shadow of a divine weapon was already looming.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this divine weapon is about to be successfully forged.

Long Shengwu's body was covered with black ash, describing him as extremely embarrassed, his face was ashen.

He knew he had lost, and the loss was terrible.

I lost.

Long Shengwu said.

After saying a word, all the strength in his whole body receded like a tide, and his whole body limply fell to the ground.

Ridiculous, really too ridiculous.

His behavior is so ridiculous.

He thought he could teach Wu Zongquan a lesson, but he never thought that he was an ignorant clown.

Master is right, Wu Zongquan is the strongest soldier casting master of the younger generation.

No, his skill in casting soldiers may not even be comparable to his master!

For such a person, he challenged him beyond his control. This is really self-inflicted, and he cannot live!

The magic weapon you want to cast is the same as mine?

Long Shengwu raised his head and looked at Zhou Shu, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Although he conceded defeat, he still couldn't believe it. Zhou Shu just took a look at his process of casting soldiers, and directly mastered his unique formula of casting soldiers, and improved it even better.

The magical weapon you want to forge is a thick-backed straight knife with a length of three feet and three inches and a sharp edge. With the blessing of Lingyuan, it can emit several blade lights...

Zhou Shu raised his eyelids, glanced at Long Shengwu, and said casually.

The light in Long Shengwu's eyes disappeared, that's right!

What Wu Zongquan said was exactly the magical weapon he was going to cast, from shape to power, it was the same.

He can really master his own casting formula at a glance!

How do you do it?

Long Shengwu said unwillingly that this recipe for casting soldiers was created by himself after years of painstaking research and countless attempts.

He couldn't believe it, Zhou Shu saw through it just by taking a look.

The art of casting soldiers is always changing.

Zhou Shu said flatly, Anyone can do it as long as they understand the basic principles and get more familiar with the materials for casting soldiers.

Long Shengwu's eyes widened, anyone can do it?

are you joking?

The casting formula of a magic weapon, from the matching of casting materials to the temperature of the casting, is all different by a thousand miles.

To be able to see the formula of casting soldiers with the naked eye, what kind of attainments do you need to be able to do this?

Is there anyone who can really understand all the thousands of changes in the materials used to cast soldiers?

The art of casting soldiers is ever-changing, and who dares to say that he has mastered all the basic skills of the art of casting soldiers?

It's a pity that you lost, so now it's not that I should teach you the art of casting soldiers, but that you should hand over the bet you promised me.

Zhou Shu did not continue this topic, but spoke.

Where is the Yuanshi vein you are talking about? Did you have someone transport it, or should I go get it myself?

There was also a hint of excitement in Zhou Shu's voice.

Yuanshi, that is a peerless treasure that can't be found.

He is short of Yuanshi in Tongguan City, Long Shengwu, a good man.

this--

Long Shengwu panicked.

Before he uttered nonsense and used the Yuanshi mine as a bet to compete with Zhou Shu. At that time, he was extremely confident and did not believe that he would lose.

Yuan Shi mine veins as a bet, he is simply bragging!

That's right, his Long family did control a Yuanshi ore vein, but it wasn't Long Shengwu's own.

Even the Yuanshi vein cannot be regarded as belonging to their Long family.

Every piece of Yuanshi collected from the Yuanshi mine vein must be handed over to the sacred.

No one, not even a false god, is qualified to occupy Yuanshi.

How could he, Long Shengwu, come up with a Yuanshi vein?

Can't you take it out?

Zhou Shu's face darkened, and he said coldly.

no--

Long Shengwu's originally black and red face became even more black and red, and he argued shamelessly, Yuanshi belongs to the sacred, even if I give you the mine vein, you can't use it privately.

That's my business.

Zhou Shu snorted coldly, I just ask you now, where is the Yuanshi mine vein?

Long Shengwu's face was hot. He didn't know how to explain it. No matter how he explained it, it couldn't change the fact that he was talking nonsense.

He lost in the competition of casting soldiers, but he couldn't come up with the bet he promised himself.

If it's a rogue, then it doesn't matter, just renege on it.

With the first vice-master of Tiangong Pavilion as his backing, who can kill him?

But Long Shengwu is basically a young master who has not experienced much wind and rain, he is not a scoundrel.

He couldn't make any foolish moves at all.

He didn't want to play tricks, but he couldn't hand over the Yuanshi mine. For a while, Long Shengwu wished he could find a stone and hit him to death.

Long Shengwu, if you want to play tricks, then I will go to Cui Lin and ask him, what are the disciples he taught!

Zhou Shu looked at Long Shengwu and said coldly.

This matter has nothing to do with my master!

Long Shengwu said urgently, Wu Zongquan, I am the one who lost to you, and I am the one who agreed to bet with you. If there is anything wrong, you are here for me. Don't involve my master!

Hmph, I don't want to involve Cui Lin, you're just like a man.

Zhou Shu snorted coldly, I would like to accept the bet. Regarding the bet, what do you say?

I think you are also a person with some background. If you can't pay the bet, then I will ask the family behind you to ask for it.

Zhou Shu squinted his eyes, a cold light flickered in his eyes.

Long Shengwu only felt cold all over his body, as if falling into an ice cave.

He was born in the Long family, and he is the youngest son of the current head of the Long family, so he can be regarded as a person of considerable status in the Long family.

But his value is far less than that of a Yuanshi ore lode.

It is impossible for the family to give up the Yuanshi mine vein in their hands because of his bet!

waste!

Zhou Shu scolded.

Long Shengwu was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but he had no way to refute.

Long Shengwu is a waste, he can't afford to bet, you guys are playing tricks on me, right?

Zhou Shu's eyes fell on the other four people.

The four people turned pale and shook their heads.

Fortunately, the bet they promised was the materials for casting soldiers.

Compensation for some soldiers casting materials will hurt muscles and bones, but it is not impossible to get them out.

If you put it together, you can still get it out.

They glanced at Long Shengwu sympathetically, and said one after another, Wu Zongquan, give us a little time, we will definitely find a way to collect the materials we promised and send them to you.

Zhou Shu nodded. Sure enough, these people have never experienced the dangers of the world. They rely on their own status and cannot do repudiating their debts.

If you change the old arena, you will lose if you lose. What bets are you giving?

Even if I don't give it to you, what can you do to me?

If he really encountered such scoundrels, Zhou Shu would really not do anything to them now.

Right now, he doesn't want to completely turn against someone with an unusual status like Cui Lin.

I can use casting materials instead—

Long Shengwu opened his mouth to speak, but before he finished speaking, his face was already hot as if it was on fire.

How much do you think the value of casting materials can be compared to a Yuanshi ore vein?

Zhou Shu said with a half-smile, Can you come up with so many materials for casting soldiers?

Long Shengwu was speechless, he couldn't take it out.

I, Long Shengwu, am not a person who does not keep my word! I am willing to admit defeat. Since I can't make the bet, I will use my life to pay it back!

Long Shengwu gritted his teeth and said, a light flashed in his hand, and a long knife had appeared in his hand.

He raised the long knife and slashed across his neck.

I, Long Shengwu, am willing to gamble and admit defeat. This life is for you!

Long Shengwu yelled loudly, his spiritual energy stirred, and the light of the long knife soared, and his head was about to be chopped off with one blow.