Fortunately, Nalant's body has been strengthened and fully meets the strength required for a breakthrough. There is no need to worry about directly exploding to death.
This is why practicing Dou Qi not only requires meditating to absorb Dou Qi, but also requires continuous hard work to strengthen the body.
"Almost!" Suddenly, Nalant's expression turned serious as he sat cross-legged on the ground.
Because at this time, he has gathered his fighting spirit to the limit, and when he gives the order at the next moment, his fighting spirit will attack the seeds of fighting spirit.
"Break it for me!"
Taking a deep breath, Nalant no longer wanted to endure the swelling pain in his Qi veins. With a low cry, all the fighting energy was vented towards the fighting energy seeds.
In an instant, the fighting energy in Nalant's energy veins surged like the Yellow River bursting its banks.
boom!
puff!
The next moment, there was a roar in Nalant's body. He felt dizzy and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Ahem! Damn it, isn't it just a breakthrough? Why is it spurting blood? You have to eat several bowls of brown sugar and eggs to make up for it!"
However, Narant did not show any uncomfortable expression after he spurted blood. Instead, his face was filled with joy.
Because he succeeded in breaking through and achieved success in one fell swoop.
From then on, he became an intermediate bronze knight.
"Haha! Is this what an intermediate bronze knight feels like? It's really extraordinary!" At this time, Nalant not only felt that his strength had increased several times, but his hearing and visual senses had also been greatly improved.
This is also the reason why people divide a Bronze Knight into primary, intermediate and late levels, because every small breakthrough is a qualitative leap.
At this time, there was an ant crawling among the flowers more than six meters away from Nalant, and he could see it clearly.
In terms of combat effectiveness, I believe it is no longer a problem for one person to take on more than 20 ordinary people.
Taking a towel to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Narant went directly back upstairs to wash up.
After washing, I came to the vestibule feeling refreshed.
"grown ups!"
As soon as Nalant walked to the vestibule, little Shirley approached him happily.
"Well, little girl, have you waited too long? Let's go, let's set off now!"
Now after completing his daily practice in the morning, Nalant has another activity, which is to go to the stables outside the castle to play with some small fire-breathing lizards.
"Yes, sir!" Shirley immediately jumped onto the carriage after hearing this.
But Vivian had already been waiting with Lightning in hand. At that moment, Nalant got on his horse and headed straight out of the castle.
"Sir!" However, just as he passed through the castle gate, he happened to meet Thomas who was returning from Maiye Village.
"Thomas, how is the construction progress of the stone house?" In the past few days, the renovation plan of Maiye Village has officially started.
The black rocks continuously transported from the Black Rock Territory are piled up in Maiye Village. As long as the masons and coolies work hard, I believe that dozens of stone houses can be completed within a few levels.
"Sir, the construction speed is a bit slow, and the number of barbarians carrying stones is still too small!" Thomas answered truthfully.
"How many pairs of shackles have been made in the blacksmith shop?"
"Sir, these geniuses made ten pairs of shackles!"
"Is it so slow? Have you sent someone to rush it?" Nalant frowned slightly.
Because of the barbarian captives, he no longer mobilized the people from Stormwind Territory to participate in the construction of stone houses.
After all, the barbarians were captured by him and he had to feed and drink them every day. If they were locked up in a dungeon, it would definitely not be cost-effective, so Nalant immediately used these barbarian coolies.
The only problem now is that there are too few shackles and we dare not release the unfettered barbarians.
I just didn't expect the blacksmith shop to be so slow. After all, shackles don't require precision, so logically the speed shouldn't be so slow.
"My lord, not yet. Do you want me to go there again now?" Thomas answered truthfully.
"Ding! The blacksmith shop is one of the most important links in the territory's productivity. How can it be compromised at a critical moment? As the lord, you have the responsibility to improve the work efficiency of the blacksmith shop."
"System side mission: explore the blacksmith shop and solve the blacksmith shop's needs!"
"Task reward: Information about the appearance of the elf!"
At this moment, a system sound suddenly came from Nalant's mind.
"Elf reward!" Nalant's eyes lit up!
"No, Thomas, I'll go there myself." Listening to the sound of the system in his mind, Nalant shook his head.
"Yes, sir!" Thomas respectfully sent Nalant and his party away.
The team continued to move forward, heading towards Maiye Village under the leadership of Vivian
Since he now has a mission and wants to develop his territory, the blacksmith shop is indeed the key. Nalant is naturally planning to go to the blacksmith shop first and then look for a few small fire-breathing lizards later.
Generally speaking, blacksmith shops are built along the streets, because blacksmithing is a popular profession and a profession where you can make money easily.
However, it is obvious that the blacksmith shop in Stormland is a special case.
When Vivian and Nalant walked around Maiye Village, they finally came to a dilapidated thatched house.
"Is this a blacksmith's shop?" Nalant was speechless. The blacksmith's life was too shabby. The house was no different from other serfs.
However, the tinkling sound of forging coming from inside confirmed that it was indeed a blacksmith shop.
Immediately, Nalant walked directly into the thatched hut.
Passing through the thatched hut, Narant soon came to the backyard of the hut. At this time, a middle-aged man was shirtless, humming and forging a red iron tool on the iron felt.
"Blacksmith John, the lord is here!" Seeing that the blacksmith did not notice Nalant's arrival, Vivian immediately reminded him.
The blacksmith John was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Nalant with a slightly complicated look, then quickly put down the hammer in his hand and ran over.
"The villain has met the lord!"
"Get up!" Nalant waved his hand.
"Thank you Lord Lord!"
"Did you forge this?" After John stood up, Nalant asked, pointing to a slender sword on the wall.
"Yes, Lord Lord!"
"You can actually forge long swords!" This was beyond Nalant's expectation. He thought that the blacksmith in Stormland could only forge farm tools or something like that.
Blacksmiths are also divided into three, six or nine levels. Generally speaking, most blacksmiths in the countryside can only forge agricultural tools and other tools.
Only some big cities have skilled blacksmiths who can forge swords and other instruments.
The more powerful blacksmiths are those who can forge armor. Such blacksmiths will usually be won over by the great nobles and taken under their command.
"Back to the lord, I used to open a blacksmith shop in Tulip City!" Blacksmith John heard Nalant's surprise and immediately explained.
"You were also exiled?"
Before entering, Nalant used his five senses after his breakthrough to look around the thatched house. The furnishings in the house were clearly a bachelor's house, and he thought he was a native here.
"Sir, I heard that John Blacksmith's youngest daughter was killed on the order of Baron Docker three years ago!" Vivian stood aside and whispered a reminder.
"There is such a thing!" Nalant finally understood why John Blacksmith looked at him with complicated eyes just now.
He also heard Vivian mention it during chatting about how Baron Doc killed many exiled girls three years ago because he was worried that the Lady of Doom would attract dark creatures.
What Doc did was naturally crazy and outrageous.
However, Doc was killed by a dark creature in the end, and he deserved it.
"John Blacksmith, I'm very sorry about this!" Narant said comfortingly.
As a time traveler, he has an advantage, that is, when facing talents, he can behave like a polite and virtuous corporal. He is not as stubborn as other nobles and strictly adheres to class hierarchy. After all, it is just a word of mouth.
But John trembled when he heard this, and glanced at Nalant with extremely complex eyes, and finally lowered his head and said: "Lord, this is not your fault, you are a good lord! It's a pity that little Xili
Didn’t see you coming!”
John naturally knew what Nalant did during this period, so even though he resented the nobles, he could not hate Nalant.
After a pause, John continued: "I wonder if there is anything you need me to do when the lord comes here!"
"Well, I heard that the forging speed of shackles is a bit slow. John, you can even forge long swords, so it shouldn't be so slow. Can you tell me what problem you encountered?"