Long Xiaoqi had nothing to say when he was beaten by the young man. He seemed to have a fierce fight with the other party, but he couldn't beat him. What could he do? He couldn't figure it out at all. The eldest brother was arrested by the man who was punished by the gods, but the young man was waiting for him here and asked him to follow the iron. Is there such a reason? No! Run, yes, run! I won't be here to hit the iron!

But the matter was not clear at all, and where did it go? It just turned into a headless fly running around, and could not find the divine punishment or the elder brother. This was exactly what Long Xiaoqi was most depressed. He was very anxious, but the younger brother just refused to tell him what was going on inside.

"Bang! Ding! Bang! Ding!..."

While guarding the stove, Long Xiaoqi learned from the Gurkhas to start rotating iron hammers, knocking them over and over again, smashing them out of the impurities in the steel, and then continuing to burn them in the fire. This was repeated until the impurities in the steel were removed completely, and then the materials were formed. However, these were very simple to say, and they were definitely not so easy to do.

In just one day, Long Xiaoqi collapsed on the ground with a sore body, and it was difficult to move. On the other hand, those half-aged children were still lively after being beaten for a day. This made him feel very depressed and also a little unreasonable. In terms of physique, he had definitely passed those half-aged children, but his bones were about to fall apart after one day, and they were fine.

"I came here just to make a blacksmith? I just knocked it with a hammer. Long Xiaoliu, are you playing with me? We have to go and save our elder brother, we have to..."

"Bang!"

The young man's fist hit Long Xiaoqi's abdomen with great accuracy, and immediately hunched his body, slowly collapsed on the ground, spitting sour water out of his mouth, and even breathing was difficult. He wanted to curse people, but he couldn't curse it, so he directly hit him.

The young man was too lazy to talk to him, so he had to beat him up all the time. He fulfilled his promise well.

The next morning, Long Xiaoqi continued to make a fuss with his shirtless iron, and at night he found the young man again. However, after finding him, he was beaten again... After more than a week of repeated repetitions, he finally did not dare to argue with the young man. Because he had to be beaten as soon as he spoke, even if he didn't scold or ask about anything about the young man, he would have to be beaten.

In the past week, he has also become better from being tired of hitting iron for a day like mud. His already strong body slowly adapted to the boring ironwork, hammering after hammering, and having no goal at all. This is the most ridiculous thing he has ever encountered. He hitting his own knife here is simply a collapse.

But it won’t work without hitting it. The guy can’t tell you when he punches him.

Half a month later, Long Xiaoqi finally created his own. It was extremely sharp and felt a special feeling when held in his hand.

"It's done!" Long Xiaoqi held the scimitar he made with his own hands and made an excited voice.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A burst of laughter came, and the Gurkha people all laughed when they saw the scimitar made by Long Xiaoqi. It was not a blessing smile, but a laugh like a joke.

"Stupid! Stupid!" Connor pointed at Long Xiaoqi and smiled, "What can your knife do? Can it chop firewood?"

Connor is the half-grown child who attacked Long Xiaoqi. Maybe he didn't know each other without fighting. During the half month of staying here, Long Xiaoqi kept learning to make a fool of himself from this little kid.

"Splitting firewood? Why can't we chop firewood?" Long Xiaoqi narrowed his eyes and stared at the sharp blade and said, "I'll chop it for you now!"

Amid the laughter, Long Xiaoqi found a piece of wood and placed it on the ground, waved the scimitar in his hand and slashed it hard.

"Click!"

The blade is deeply embedded in the wood, but it is only deeply embedded, but it cannot be split.

"Hahahaha... Can such a knife chop firewood? Hahaha..."

The laughter became louder, and Long Xiaoqi felt like he had lost his self-esteem. He suddenly drew out the knife and slashed it wildly with all the power on his body. He had to prove that the knife he had shot could chop firewood, and he had to let these laughing people see that he could succeed. Unconsciously, even Long Xiaoqi himself did not know that what he was pursuing now was to use the knife he had made to split firewood.

"Click!"

"Bang!"

The blade was embedded in the firewood. Because of its great power, the blade actually broke and split into two. The ordinary firewood was not split and still stood there steadily.

How is that possible? How is it possible? Long Xiaoqi was stunned and looked at the broken scimitar in his hand.

"Brother Xiaoqi, your knife is just the right shape, but the arc and thickness are too far apart." A Gurkha warrior came over and said to Long Xiaoqi with a smile: "The knife is like a human being. The structure of all parts must reach the most exquisite perfection. When we need to think, we have a brain when we need to move, we have both hands when we need to walk, and we have both legs when we need to use it together. Everyone is the most perfect knife, which is the innate advantage given to us by the gods. Therefore, we can become the masters of the world and conquer all living things. Try my knife, maybe you will feel the difference."

After taking the other party's knife, Long Xiaoqi slashed at the wood casually.

"Click!"

The wood is easily split in half, effortless. This is the difference between a knife and a knife, not a human.

"Qiaomu, why is your knife so easy to use?" Long Xiaoqi looked puzzled.

"I used this knife for seven years, but you only used it for half a month." said the Gurkha soldier named Qiao Mu.

"But I'm trying to chop firewood?" Long Xiaoqi suddenly jumped up and shouted at the young man's house: "Long Xiaoliu, I'm not here to chop firewood. The eldest brother is in the hands of the divine punishment. I'm here to bring the eldest brother back! If you don't care, tell me where the divine punishment is, and I'll go alone!!!"

Long Xiaoqi came here not to make a blacksmith, he came to bring Long Da back, and he definitely did not shoot a knife that could chop firewood here.

"I have money, I can buy any good knife, I can spend money to make a knife for me, why do you waste time here? Do you want my sister-in-law to become a widow? I really don't know what you think. I can't hold it in, I can't bear it anymore. If you don't explain it clearly to me, I won't touch the hammer, even if you beat me to death!"

The young man walked out, he just glanced at Long Xiaoqi indifferently, turned around and walked towards the forest outside the village. This time he did not hit Long Xiaoqi, and there was nothing extra in his eyes, let alone dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!