Gui Mei said in a cold voice: "The only value of blacksmiths is to forge weapons. Could it be that the Xingluo Emperor wants to expand the army?"
"Old Ghost has a point!"
On the side, Yue Guan looked at Gui Mei with an "ambiguous" look and said in a delicate voice: "The Xingluo Empire has always advocated the use of force, but their population is not as large as that of Tiandou, so they have always taken the route of elite soldiers."
The main forces of the three major forces in Douluo Continent have their own characteristics. The Wuhun Hall relies on tens of thousands of soul masters who are capable of fighting one against a hundred.
The Tiandou Empire has a million-strong army, and the Xingluo Empire has hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers and generals. The three major forces form a clever balance.
"The Xingluo Empire is now recruiting a large number of blacksmiths. In my opinion, there are two purposes." After a pause, Yue Guan continued, "The first is to build weapons for the Xingluo Empire; the second is to expand the number of troops.
Most blacksmiths are strong men. As long as they are trained for a period of time, they can immediately become a powerful soldier!
And by doing this, they have shut our mouths! If Xingluo recruits troops openly, it will inevitably face accusations and attacks from the Spirit Hall.
Now they are recruiting blacksmiths, and under the banner of 'improving the treatment of blacksmiths', even if we want to take the opportunity to attack Xingluo, we have no excuse."
"That's right!" Guimei frowned and said, "Most of the blacksmiths come from the lower classes. If the Spirit Hall insists on taking action against the Xingluo Empire, it is equivalent to making enemies with civilians across the continent.
If we really do this, it is equivalent to digging up the roots of the Spirit Hall. This is really an unsolvable conspiracy!"
The soul masters of the Spirit Hall are basically born in poverty. If they offend the civilians, it will undoubtedly be digging their own graves for the Spirit Hall!
If the Spirit Hall does not take action, it can only watch the Xingluo Empire grow bigger and stronger; if it takes action, it will be against the civilians of the entire continent.
As the ghost said, this is an unsolvable conspiracy!
However, if Davis heard their conversation, he would be speechless.
Are you all Xiaodi? Why are your imaginations so big? I just invented a firearm, how can it be turned into a conspiracy theory?
There is still an unsolvable conspiracy, is there no solution to the Nine-Turn Large Intestine?
"Humph, stupid!" Bibi Dong scolded coldly: "Do you think you can go against my Spirit Hall by winning over the civilians of Douluo Continent? Humph..."
Bibi Dong sneered, and her creepy laughter echoed throughout the Pope's Palace. Looking at the direction of the Xingluo Empire, she continued: "Xingluo Emperor, I hope you can take care of yourself. If you just let the blacksmiths forge iron, I can still tolerate you for a while.
If you dare to expand the army, don't blame my Spirit Hall for being ruthless! Hehehe..."
Xingluo Empire has always taken the route of elite troops. If they are given another million elite troops, I am afraid that no one on the continent will be Xingluo's opponent.
Although the Titled Douluo is powerful, they can only carry out decapitation operations. If they really let them fight head-on with millions of heroes, except for Dugu Bo, the others will be swallowed up by the tsunami-like soldiers in minutes.
...
Time flies, and a year and a half has passed quietly.
In the backyard of the Grand Prince's Mansion, an old man and a young man were fighting fiercely. The young man had blond hair and the immaturity on his face had disappeared, replaced by a tough and calm look, with only a fanatical fighting spirit in his eyes!
The young man was Davis, the Grand Prince of the Xingluo Empire. He was already 20 years old, and it seemed a little inappropriate to call him a young man. He should be a young man now. Now,
two years have passed since he came to Douluo Continent, and his strength is getting stronger and stronger.
"Not enough! Not enough! Uncle Li, is this all you have? Have you only become this strong in such a long time?"
After being possessed by the martial spirit, Davis became even stronger. Even if it was just a fight, he would still be very fierce. A lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit, and the same is true for a tiger.
Two years have passed, and Davis's strength has become stronger. Now he is already a level 48 fighting soul sect!
Ten thousand years of whale glue improves physical fitness, comparable to the cultivation speed of innate full soul power, plus two years of practice, his soul power has increased by seven levels.
Even in these two years, he often went to the firearms factory to study new firearms with Master Lou Gao, and also took the time to develop a powerful self-created soul skill.
If Davis practiced hard, I'm afraid his soul power would have reached level 49.
But even so, Davis himself is very satisfied. You know, it was not until the soul master competition three years later that he reached level 49 soul power.
Davis attacked with all his strength, and Li Hu just kept defending, but he was speechless in his heart.
Fight, who can beat you? My living father.
If you hurt your little ancestor, my nine clans will definitely greet my ancestors for eighteen generations!
Today, Li Hu is fifty-seven years old, and his soul power has reached level 78. His talent can only be considered average, and he has only increased his soul power by two levels in two years.
Although he was complaining in his heart, he could see the changes in Davis in the past two years. At the age of 20, he was a 48th-level fighting spirit sect. He was definitely a rare genius.
Even he had to take Davis seriously when facing him now. If he was not careful, he might suffer a loss in his hands.
"Uncle Li, use your full strength. I want to try how powerful my self-created soul skills are." Davis shouted softly, and the soul power in his body gathered in his hands like a tide.
Because of the possession of the martial spirit, his hands were like strong tiger claws, with the power to tear steel apart.
"Yes, Your Highness, please use your full strength. The seventh soul skill: martial spirit true body!"
As soon as the voice fell, Li Hu's body was suddenly covered by a yellowish-brown light, and the sharp and aggressive tiger roar continued to come from the light. His body continued to expand, and a slender tail swayed in the wind behind him.
The human body disappeared, replaced by a huge tiger like a dark gold fear claw bear.
Facing Davis's self-created soul skills, Li Hu had to activate his martial soul and use all his strength.
"Uncle Li, here I come! Aurora God Wind Claw!"
The strong tiger claws were shining with golden light. Davis was full of momentum and waved his claws towards the face of Li Hu's tiger. His speed was as fast as the divine wind.
Li Hu saw this and quickly stretched out a claw to touch Davis's tiger claw. The two strong tiger claws collided fiercely and made a violent roar.
Davis used all his strength to attack Li Hu non-stop. Under his continuous offensive, Li Hu couldn't help but feel a burst of severe pain in his palm, and his body couldn't help but step back a few steps!
His martial soul is just an ordinary tiger, while Davis's martial soul is the top beast martial soul, the evil-eyed white tiger, which is naturally suppressive to tiger martial souls and cat martial souls. In addition, Davis took ten thousand years of whale glue and was as strong as an ox.
This Aurora God Wind Claw was the result of his hard practice for three months. Davis originally wanted to learn the Storm Nebula Crack, but he didn't have the speed of the tiger king.
Davis couldn't figure it out. They were both tigers, but why was the Tiger King a speed type and he was a strength type?
Davis had no choice but to learn the Aurora Divine Wind Claw of the Golden Iron Beast based on the images in his memory.
(End of this chapter)