Wei Jing yelled a few times and heard the screams of several monkeys. He opened the door in shock and wanted to go in, but his right arm was grabbed by the tea shop owner. The tea shop owner shouted: "Don't go in, you don't have it." Listen to me, is there a bear in there?”
"Are bears powerful?"
"The bear stood up straight, and you only reached its chest and abdomen. It waved its big palm, and probably only Chuang Tianye could catch it when he was still alive!" the tea shop owner shouted, holding Wei Jing's shoulders to pull him away. He lifted it up and pulled it out, but felt that Wei Jing was too strong to pull it out at all.
Wei Jing has lived in the mountains for a long time, holding a heavy hammer and forging iron for many years. Every day he is either practicing martial arts with Yang Qiufei or competing with monkeys to climb trees, and he has unknowingly developed strange powers.
Wei Jing was still imagining what the bear looked like, and when he heard the tea shop owner scolding him, he came to his senses and retreated to the yard.
He could no longer hear the cry of the monkey in the cave. Knowing that the monkey had been killed by the bear, he angrily turned around and rummaged through the pile of glove boxes. He opened a big box and found a box inside. Stack up gauntlets, armor and other guys.
He dug out the thing he had made with his own hands - Uncle Wei's Claw.
This is a pair of steel handguards. The handguards are divided into two parts - the forearm and the palm. The outside of the forearm is protected by a curved armor. The armor structure has several layers. The inner layer against the arm is a soft cotton pad, and the middle layer It is a piece of bamboo, and the outer layer is a piece of black steel that is thick enough to protect against knives and swords;
The palm part is protected by steel sheets lined with cotton on the back of the hand and the outside of the knuckles. When the fist is clenched, the four protruding knuckles are made sharp and protruding, like a tiger finger. The palm edge, elbow, and tiger's mouth There are large and small protruding edges and corners everywhere, even the fingertips are made sharp and protruding, like animal claws.
The low beast roar in the cave became even louder. A big bear opened the door and stepped out, with red blood in its mouth and a ferocious expression, as if it was very angry that the monkeys had been woken up.
"You guy, you took over our home and killed my men?" Wei Jing hummed and shook his arms, making the "Uncle Wei Claws" make a clicking sound. He was lying low, as if he was about to Wrestling with a bear.
"Boy, do you want your life? Fight at a distance with a long sword! Don't fight with it in close combat. Wild bears are better at close combat than you!" Yang Qiufei shouted loudly, and moved slightly before taking action.
"Old sir, you are sick, don't act rashly!" The tea shop owner took the lead, grabbed a torch from a worker, and attacked the bear with a scimitar, but his scimitar was not longer than Wei Jingba's hand. He made a few false cuts, not daring to get too close, hoping to scare off the bear with a torch.
"Tea Boss, get out of the way!" Wei Jing took out his eight hands and pulled out an iron bracket from the top and an iron bracket from the bottom. A string was connected between the two brackets, which turned into a small bow. He leaned over and took out an arrow from the small hanging bag on his leggings. He put on his bow and shot towards the bear, hitting the bear's shoulder.
The bear was hurt by the arrow. He stood up suddenly and hit the tea shop owner on the head with his palm. The tea shop owner jumped back and swung the torch to protect himself.
Wei Jing rushed away and shot another arrow, hitting the big bear's back paw. The big bear staggered and was about to fall. Wei Jing moved very quickly. The moment he shot the arrow, he closed his bow and turned around. Pulling out the knife, he lowered his body to approach the bear's waist, lowered his body and stabbed it into the bear's waist and abdomen.
The bear howled and struck with his palm. Wei Jing raised his hand to block, and was hit with a loud bang. It flew backwards. When he landed, he covered his left arm, shook it, and said with a smile: " Tea boss, who said that only Chuang Tianye can stop a bear's paw?"
The bear ran towards Wei Jing. Wei Jing bounced his bow and stepped back to avoid the bear's attacks. At the same time, he closed the knife and pulled out the iron hook. Suddenly, a ball of flames flashed and hit the bear's head. It was the tea shop owner. Throwing torches.
The bear stood up again, roaring in pain. Wei Jing took this opportunity to hook the bear's right forepaw with his hand.
"Drink -" Wei Jing shouted, stretched out his foot to crook the bear's hind leg where the arrow was, making it unstable. At the same time, he pulled the bear's front paw with an eight-handed iron hook, and slammed the bear's forearm joint with his other hand. At this point, these three actions were completed almost simultaneously, and the big bear was thrown to the ground.
But after all, the bear's skin, flesh, muscles and bones were much thicker than those of a human being. The moment he fell to the ground, he turned over, opened his mouth, and struck wildly with his palms. His palm swiped across Wei Jing's thigh, and immediately made several cuts in Wei Jing's thigh, and blood flowed out.
"Wow!" Wei Jing fell back unsteadily, then turned over and bounced up. He kicked the big bear fiercely and kicked the bear's nose. Wei Jing kicked the big bear's nose and it hurt. Rolling on the ground.
Wei Jing's eight hands were still hanging on the bear's front paw. He finally turned around to draw out the sword, but the bear got up and charged towards him again. Wei Jing had to turn back to block the enemy, raised his hands, and received the big bear's palm. , although he was tumbling with the force, his arms were still in splitting pain, and he shouted bitterly: "I am stronger than Fan Jun!"
"Boy, get out of the way!" Yang Qiufei shouted loudly and blocked himself in front of Wei Jing. With his long sword out, it penetrated straight into the neck of the charging bear. He leaned back and avoided it. The big bear's last palm.
But Yang Qiufei was sick after all, and he didn't completely avoid the big palm, leaving a bloody mark on his cheek.
"Ah, Grandpa!" Wei Jing was shocked and quickly supported Yang Qiufei. He was relieved when he saw that the blood marks on his face were not very deep.
Yang Qiufei stood still, gasping for air. He waved his hand and gave Wei Jing a hard knock on the head, and shouted angrily: "Boy, if you want to be the sword king, just wait a few more years!"
Wei Jing stuck out his tongue and wanted to raise his hands to rub his head. Unexpectedly, it was difficult to lift his arms. They were actually numbed by the big bear. He murmured: "What if I were in the arm guard of Uncle Wei's claws?" Make a few spikes, and the bear won't be able to get any benefits."
As he spoke, he walked over to the big bear corpse and took off the eight hands hanging on the bear's paw. He saw that the big bear had multiple wounds on its body and was in a miserable state of death. He couldn't help but sigh and murmured: "Tsk... This mountain is like wild beasts, fighting each other to survive..."
"It's the same between people." The owner of the tea shop walked over slowly, patted Wei Jing's shoulder, and stabbed the big bear on the head. After making sure that it was completely dead, he called out to those who were dumbfounded. The workers tied up the big bear's body and prepared to move it down the mountain and sell it for money.
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A few days later, Wei Jing's thigh injury was almost healed. With the help of hundreds of monkeys, the inside and outside of the cave house were restored to their original appearance. The owner of the tea shop brought a few chickens and asked Wei Jing to raise them. Yang Qiufei was recuperating in the bridal chamber every day, and gradually became impatient. He saw Wei Jing rushing in and out, playing with those steel blocks, and felt itchy. Unable to bear it, he wanted to go to the blacksmith's workshop several times, but Wei Jing persuaded him to go back.
"Mr. Sword God, what are you so anxious about? When you get well, you can get up and strike. Let me, the Sword King, have fun these days." Wei Jing poured a cup of tea and offered it to him.
Yang Qiufei snorted and said: "You play with other fine steels, don't play with the moon iron we made. It's not easy to collect enough steel-making materials. You should know that after running around with me in the past two years. .”
"Ah -" Wei Jing was of course extremely unwilling. He complained endlessly from morning to night. Yang Qiufei couldn't resist him, so he agreed to let him use a piece of moon iron to make it, and he couldn't touch the remaining two pieces. .
Wei Jing was very excited, but in the next few days, he seemed absent-minded. He often leaned against the tree trunk in a daze. He was hesitant about what kind of weapon he should turn his piece of moon iron into.
On this day, Yang Qiufei was walking around the yard early in the morning with his draft of "Hundred Soldiers". Wei Jing saw him on the tree, turned over and got off the tree, and shouted hurriedly: "Grandpa, are you still sick?" No, don’t come out, it’s very cold outside!”
"I'm cured." Yang Qiufei snorted and walked towards the blacksmith's workshop. Wei Jing couldn't stop him, so he had to quickly prepare breakfast and bring it into the workshop to ask him to eat quickly.
"Grandpa, you just want to build a Yue'er Iron Sword that is better than Bing Jiujiu, right?" Wei Jing asked casually. He had discovered a long time ago that Yang Qiufei had published several revised editions of "Hundred Soldiers" in recent years. , most of them only record ninety-nine soldiers.
The ninety-nine-month iron sword was also the most powerful sword among the weapons made by Yang Qiufei. It could split steel and break iron, but Yang Qiufei was not very satisfied with this magic weapon.
