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Chapter 210 Activate new skills

Miao Shiyu left, but was taken away by her colleagues, and she was still crying before leaving.

The next day, after Wang Liang returned to Jincha City, he called Shen Kuo to explain what happened yesterday and wanted to compensate the little thief. After all, he was just a little thief.

It’s not like Aunt Mei, who is unforgivable and doesn’t even have a single calf. It’s really too much. I’ll pay him some money and after he comes out, I can do a small business and not be poor and sleep on the streets.

As a result, Shen Kuo told him that those people went to the countryside to steal money from the elderly, stole cows and pigs, and were beaten by him. They deserved it and didn't have to pay any compensation.

This matter came to an end.

At the gate of the police station.

While looking inside, Wang Liang asked the guard, "Hello, did Miao Shiyu go to work today?"

"Here you come, you should be in a meeting, come in!"

The director told me that as long as Wang Liang came to find Miao Shiyu, he would come in quickly, so the guard was very enthusiastic.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Liang saw Miao Shiyu and a female colleague walking out of the building. When he saw him, his face changed slightly. He walked quickly to the gate, and said through the electric door, "Can you do it?"

Don't come to me?"

"I want to tell you what happened yesterday"

"What happened yesterday has passed, and now I just hope I won't come to me again."

Looking at Miao Shiyu, who looked a little pale, Wang Liang sighed softly, nodded, and turned around and left.

The horror scene of yesterday flashed in Miao Shiyu's mind, and a sentence suddenly came from behind, "Damn! You actually refused him, your vision is too high."

"If you like him, I can introduce you to you."

"Forget it, how can I be worthy of him?"

On the back mountain.

Wang Liang pinched a small stone and pointed at a dead grass on the back of the hillside. He gently bounced it, and with a "boom", the location of the dead grass turned into a large pit more than a half meters deep.

The power is too great. Unless you are sure that the other party is a heinous person, you can't take action any more casually. You have to think of other ways to practice flying needles. After thinking about it, I thought that it was time to participate in the knife forging competition in early November.

In the past half a month, Wang Liang was not idle. He practiced his stick forging skills until he first glanced at the door. He forged a golden cudgel. When he waved it, the stone was smashed and the steel plate was deformed.

Finally, I gave it to Ying Zheng. He loved to read Journey to the West, and the golden cudgel was just right for him.

As a result, Zhang Dong became the "victim".

"Hao! Eat my old grandson's stick." Ying Zheng held up the golden cudgel and was about to hit Zhang Dong's butt. Zhang Dong threw him a look of helplessness and said, "You are a cow, why are you pretending to be a monkey.

?”.

"You fool, don't you go to beg for alms? Are you going to starve your master to death?"

Wang Liang, who was drinking soy milk, almost sprayed out the soy milk from his mouth when he heard this. Zhang Dong smiled helplessly and said with a smile: "Okay, hurry up and have a meal. The train is half past ten, don't miss it.

car".

"My old grandson has a somersault, a hundred and eight thousand miles away, and he still has to take the train?"

As Ying Zheng spoke, he leaned the golden cudgel against the dining table, sat down, and started to have breakfast, very fast.

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Wang Liang, Zhang Dong, and Ying Zheng came to Longyuan City again. As soon as they got off the train, they felt a wave of heat surged. In November, the temperature in the northwest was already zero, but it was still zero here.

About twenty degrees.

I quickly went to the booked hotel to change my light clothes, changed my clothes, and came out to have a seafood meal that Ying Zheng had been thinking about, and started strolling. During the process, I found a sash stall.

Wang Liang immediately went up and bought all the circles on the stall and started placing them.

Ying Zheng stood beside him and said helplessly: "Is the loop so fun?"

Zhang Dong didn't say anything, just looked at it silently. He felt that the snail seemed to be one of Wang Liang's special abilities, just like a knife forging, and he had to practice constantly.

So, he is not playing, he is practicing now.

The owner of the stall is a fat and white middle-aged man. He smiles like a Maitreya Buddha, but now he is as bitter as a bitter gourd, with his small eyes sinking into his flesh and staring round.

Wang Liang's face turned a little darker whenever he set a prize, and in the end he was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

The onlookers exclaimed repeatedly, "Awesome, awesome! So awesome!"

This time, Wang Liang made a quick trap, with 5,000 laps. It took less than three hours to complete the trap. The progress bar soared to [Round: 600000/1000000].

At this time, all the prizes on the stall had been trapped, and there were more than one plastic circle that trapped the prizes. The boss was almost crying when he looked at these circles.

"Brother Liang, what should I do if these prizes?"

Ying Zheng's words made the boss's heart instantly raise his throat, and his fat face turned red with anxiety.

Wang Liang picked up a toy car, handed it to the beauty behind him, and said, "I'll give the rest to the boss, let's go!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the stall, leaving a very casual back for the boss and the melon-eating crowd.

After walking for a while, I suddenly saw a small stall on the side of the road, surrounded by water. Wang Liang walked over, stood on tiptoe, and glanced at a disabled person without hands, who was crushing clay figures.

A piece of ice cream tied on each of his arms, and the remaining small sticks were used to fiddle with the colorful clay on the table. Two or three strokes, a vivid little clay man pinched it.

Wang Liang was silently saying in his heart, "This person is awesome. A normal person with hands is not as good as him." Suddenly, a golden progress bar popped up in front of him, [Clay Man: 0/10000].

What does it mean?

Is this activation of the unactivated progress bar?

He quickly said in his heart: "The progress bar is not activated, come out!".

There was no movement, and the unactivated progress bar did not appear in front of him like before.

At this moment, he was speechless.

After working hard for so long, Tai Chi sword technique, Sancai sword technique, and Xiao Li flying knife, the progress bar is not activated. Now I just took a casual look at the clay man and activated it directly.

Is there any other kingly law?

Is there any law?

After a few seconds of speechlessness, I thought again that it seemed that the skills of a clay man were still good. I made do with it. Maybe after I reached a certain level, the clay man would live directly, which would be interesting.

Just use three palaces and six courtyards, seventy-two concubines, then civil and military officials, and finally a million mud soldiers, and then you can ascend the throne and become the emperor.

Just as I was fantasizing, a sentence suddenly came from beside me, "Brother Liang, do you eat fried starchy intestines?"

Wang Liang was even speechless. I was going to be the emperor here. Do you ask me if I eat fried starchy intestines?

"Eat, let the boss brush more sauce and sprinkle more cumin chili"

When he returned to the hotel that night, Wang Liang couldn't wait to use the newly bought plasticine and began to practice pinching clay, striving to realize his dream of becoming an emperor as soon as possible. pinching clay looks simple, but actually pinching it, but it is difficult.

Finally, I've been able to pinch a decent clay man well.

The progress bar doesn't rise.

There was no way, Wang Liang searched for a few tutorials on clay makers online, followed by learning, and quickly formed a vivid little clay makers. This time, the progress bar finally rose to [clay makers: 1/10000].

There are still nine thousand nine hundred and nine hundred ninety-nine, so I can’t hurry. I will go to the knife forging competition tomorrow. I won’t practice anymore and go to bed.

On November 3, after the preliminary qualifiers and the half-month official competition selection, a total of two newcomers stood out and competed on the same stage with the world's well-known sword forging masters and famous blacksmiths.

They are the apprentice of Xu Gang, the master of Longquan Sword Forging Master, Su Anran, and the apprentice of Murakamitano, the master blacksmith of the country of plaster, and Masa Yoshikawa.

The competition is located in the suburbs of Longyuan City. The organizer set up a high platform to ensure that the audience can see the scenes of the contestants making swords. In today's competition, the organizer has released news in advance. The god-level forging master Oriental Master will perform on stage.

His knife-forging skills.

The word "performance" is very spiritual.

This made the other players feel relieved. As soon as the leader of the Eastern Sect came on the field, would he still need to compete?

Just admit defeat.

Now the Oriental Master is performing on stage, which shows that he does not participate in the competition and they still have hope of winning the championship.

Today, the Oriental Master took the stage to perform, and there were naturally people watching it on the spot. There were crowds of people, gongs and drums, and firecrackers. There were more people watching the competition before.

This made the merchants in Longyuan City happy.

Especially those who do catering and hotels, the business is so popular.

The leaders of Longyuan City are also very happy. This time, we will bring the organizers of the knife forging competition. This is indeed a good move. It is very helpful for the economic development of the city. In the future, the knife forging competition can be held every two years.

We strive to build the traditional sword-forging culture into Longyuan City’s business card, attract more people to come and travel, and buy the Longquan sword forged by Longyuan City.

At 9:30 in the morning, the knife forging competition officially began. In the impatient eyes of the audience, the host finished his opening remarks and began to introduce today's contestants, "Next, please invite a member of the Freedom National Knifemale Association, Jameson to appear."

In the intense music, a strong foreigner, who was like a small sweet potato, walked up from the backstage, walked to the workbench, and waved to the audience.

Su Anran, who was standing in the audience watching the game, unconsciously clenched his fists.

The last time I didn't know how to stack steel, and I was too nervous, the sword broke directly when competing with this Free Country Knifeman. This time, he must defeat him.

With the introduction of the host, the second and third places also came on stage, namely the president of the Rose Country Blacksmith Association, Albi, and Murakami Tano's apprentice, Masa Yoshikawa.

Yesterday, Su Anran did not get the chance to play. Yoshikawa was lucky and went straight to the soul, making Su Anran speechlessly want to hit the wall.
To be continued...