Indestructible Primordial Spirit

  It seems that these disciples all thought he was a freeloader who came to mix and eat? Lu Buqi's mouth slightly pursed, but he didn't say anything.

  At this time, Wang Gang said loudly: "In order not to waste coal and everyone's time, the rule for this competition is that whoever sends effective wind more times within half an hour will win."

  "What a waste of coal? I haven't worked with my hands for a long time, they're all itching. Rarely do we have someone to operate the bellows, so let's get to work and have some fun!" Wang Lishou had already taken off his leather apron and was holding a small hammer: "Gang Qiang, you team up with me, don't just stand there idle, tonight we're all on overtime. First, I want you to forge twenty iron spearheads, let's see if your skills have improved over the past six months."

  Wang Leshou spoke up, and the apprentices and blacksmiths naturally followed suit, each taking out their own tools and quickly pairing up in twos before preparing the materials.

  Lu Bujiu discovered that the iron-forging pairs were all composed of an older and a younger person. The older one should have more experience, holding the tongs and small hammer, while the younger one held the large hammer, seemingly a more mature routine.

  "Lu Ya Zi, Wen Ya Zi, you two are in charge of keeping score for Bu Qi and Nian Sheng. Li Hong will help supervise, don't make too many mistakes!" Wang Li Shou's face glowed with an unusual red light, his eyes looking at Lu Bu Qi with a hint of expectation: "Begin!"

  When Lu Buqi and Wang Niansheng pushed the bellows with all their might, the opened top of the roasting furnace suddenly made a loud noise, two tongues of flame rose half a meter high, instantly illuminating the entire roasting house as if it were daytime.

  The sound of clang clang rose, Lu Buqi knew that Wang Lishou and others were throwing the prepared iron material into the furnace, and the counting voice of Lu Piaozi also sounded in Lu Buqi's ear.

  The bellows puffed and pulled, but Lu Bu didn't start pulling with all his might from the beginning. In his impression, when iron was first put into the furnace, it didn't need a fierce fire, after all, even refining iron was a gradual process.

  To others, Lu Boyu's bellows seemed to be a bit laborious, and the speed was obviously slower than Wang Niansheng. The frequency of the flames rising from the stove that Wang Niansheng was in charge of was much faster. When the other side had already reached fifty, Lu Boyu's side had only thirty-two.

  Many people showed an expression of "as expected", in their view, Lu Fei was still just a thirteen-year-old boy, and had never even touched iron before, how could he possibly be a match for Wang Niansheng? Being able to perform this well already wasn't bad!

  Only Wang Lishou was smiling all the time, because he knew that Lu Buqi couldn't lose. Moreover, what surprised him was that he found Lu Buqi seemed to be born to be a blacksmith, and even pulling the bellows just took a few times to find a very good state.

  However, the thirty-two times of sending wind achieved a molten iron effect that was in no way inferior to Wang Niansheng's fifty times of sending wind. This can also be seen from the speed at which the ironworkers on both sides moved out the iron blocks.

  When the sound of ding-dong-dang echoed in his ears, with uneven beats, Lu Buqi's speed in pulling the wind box suddenly accelerated, because he also understood that to stay in Wang Lishou's blacksmith shop, he must first win over Wang Niansheng.

  Lü Buzi was clearly somewhat surprised, as he found that his moves were no longer adequate. The change in frequency left him at a loss. Lü Bu's speed in pulling the wind box had indeed increased by a lot, and originally it was with both hands, but now it had become single-handed.

  Wang Lihong's eyebrows slightly raised, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared. Just now, Lu Buqi was pulling the bellows in a careless manner, and there was no obvious surge of courage in his body, but now, that natural surge of courage appeared, and it couldn't escape Wang Lihong's eyes, who was an expert at the Bone Resonance Realm.

  "Good fellow, it's only been half a year of work, and you've already cultivated the Force to the ninth level?" Wang Lihong muttered to himself, his heart greatly shocked. He suddenly somewhat understood why Wang Lishou was able to eat several kinds of precious beast meat.

  At that time, Lu Bu hadn't even cultivated the Force Technique yet, but his strength was already equivalent to a good hand with seven or eight layers of courage. Moreover, he dared to challenge the refined beast. If he cultivates to the ninth layer, it's likely that even if he encounters the refined beast head-on, he won't be dragging Wang Lishou's legs. In this way, encountering the refined beast on the road also gives him a chance to kill it.

  Wang Niansheng also discovered that Lu Buqi's frequency had accelerated, and at first, he thought it was just because Lu Buqi was a bit more familiar with the task, so he sped up a bit. However, when he found out that Lu Buqi's speed wasn't just "a little" faster, but actually twice as fast, he began to take him seriously.

  Originally, Wang Niansheng was sitting pretty on the fishing boat, and even felt a little sorry for the coal. But now that he's taken a look, he knows that Lu Buqi really has some skills, and if he doesn't go all out, there's still a chance of capsizing in the gutter.

  As a result, the flames in the furnace danced more and more freely, and the temperature of the entire forging house rose again. Many young apprentices, including Shuō and Liǎng, all stood outside the forging house.

  However, Lu Buqi didn't keep the high speed for long. Just as he was about to overtake Wang Niansheng's wind times, he slowed down slightly, giving people a performance that seemed like he was exhausted. But in fact, Lu Buqi had just seen Wang Lishou and others put the iron material back into the furnace, so he slowed down to avoid the flames from scorching people. Otherwise, he didn't mind overtaking Wang Niansheng directly.

  But after several rounds, although Lu Buqi's wind delivery times were still less than Wang Niansheng by a few dozen, the gaze of the crowd towards him was completely different.

  Sweat-drenched Wang Niansheng's thoughts also changed. If he still couldn't react at this time, the fact that Lu Buqi's basic abilities were not inferior to his would mean that he wouldn't be able to become Wang Lishou's favorite disciple either.

  But even so, the proud Wang Niansheng would not allow himself to be defeated by a newcomer, after all, this guy was only thirteen years old, still a rookie, and more importantly, he was a Ze Nu, a low-ranking person who had just been granted a title but did not even have a surname.

  Within half an hour, amidst the murmurs of other apprentices who had not entered the rush work activity, Lu Buqi's wind delivery times eventually naturally surpassed Wang Niansheng and maintained this leading edge firmly in hand.

  "The time has arrived!" Wang Lihong's voice also announced the result of this contest: "Buqi sent wind 1,960 times, Niansheng sent wind 1,887 times, Buqi wins."

  "Haha……" Just as he had just thrown the gun tip that had been tempered into the quenching pool, Wang Lishou, who was covered in ancient bronze-colored oil, took advantage of the opportunity to pour a mouthful of cool water and laughed heartily: "I told you, I wouldn't misjudge people! Nuo, you can slow down a bit now, or else you two will burn out all the coal."

  Wang Niansheng's face was ashen, but he still supported the wind delivery, of course, at a much slower speed, until even the slowest group had completed the gun tip's backfire forging before finally stopping his hand.

  Then, Wang Lishou turned around and looked at the twenty gun tips one by one. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction: "En, very good, everyone's level has improved, these days have not been lazy, just like Min Han, your gun tip backfire is a bit unsteady, intensity slightly worse than others... But don't worry, these are just the blanks I want..."

  "What? The Thousand Refinements is still just a prototype?" The many blacksmiths and apprentices were all astonished, as in their impression, this level of gun tip was completely qualified to be the standard rifle for private military camps.

  Wang Leshou glanced at Lu Buqi and smiled brightly: "Don't ask so many questions, just put it away for me. I'll have a use for it when the time comes."

  He patted his hand and walked over to Wang Niansheng, slapping him on the shoulder: "What's wrong, little Wang, still not convinced?"

  Wang Niansheng gritted his teeth and hung his head: "I give up!"

  "Accept it!" Wang Lishou nodded: "If you don't accept it, you'll have a hard time! Since you've accepted it, I'll give you the wages for not opening the eighth knife. Do you have any other opinions?"

  "No!" Wang Niansheng said at this time. What face did he have to express his opinion? If Lu Buqi wasn't worth eight knives' wages, wouldn't that mean he was even less worthy?

  "Let him live with you in the same house, do you have any opinion?" Wang Lishou squinted his eyes at Wang Niansheng, who shook his head again: "None, just follow Master's arrangement. If I lose, I'll admit defeat, and tomorrow Niansheng will host a banquet for Buqi at Kuaihuo Building."