Chapter 70: The Heavenly Bestowed Divine Artifact

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  Ou La covered the crossbow behind his back with one hand, took a few steps back, and looked at him vigilantly, saying: "What are you doing? Don't want to keep your word? We agreed earlier that the bribe money would be split 40-60, and this crossbow belongs to me."

  Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time as he looked at him, indeed still a child, without any experience, actually revealing such confidential matters in public, how could he survive in the future?

  He saw Aphrodite's suspicious gaze and his face turned stern as he asked, "Am I so unworthy of your trust?"

  Oola thought for a moment with her head tilted to one side, then nodded seriously and said in a very affirmative tone: "Yes."

  Ye Feng almost got angry to the point of vomiting blood, never expecting him to lose face in front of Afu Luo like this. He forced himself to swallow a mouthful of saliva and said: "I'm not asking for it, I just want to add something to your crossbow."

  Ola saw the almost murderous gaze in his eyes and immediately understood the severity of the situation. To be able to survive alongside Nia and Diana, two powerful women, was no easy feat. Under their joint hands, he had long since honed his skills in observing facial expressions and adapting to changing circumstances.

  He reluctantly removed the crossbow from his back, with a sorrowful face, saying: "Don't deceive me? You must return it to me."

  Ye Feng snorted coldly and didn't bother to respond, reaching out to snatch the crossbow from his hand and placing it on the table. Then he picked up several components from the tray, walked to the window, and carefully examined them in the sunlight.

  Springs of astonishing power, gears that meshed with tight precision, and escape wheels with teeth of unusual shape. All were made from the finest Uuz steel in the world, carefully hand-crafted by Jorum, a veteran craftsman who had served for thirty years at the Damascus Royal Forge.

  The component sparkled with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight, with a subtle cloud pattern visible. It can be said to be the pinnacle of metallurgy and manufacturing technology in this era.

  Ye Feng stroked the exquisitely crafted component, and suddenly a familiar feeling surged up in his heart. He hastily shook his head, throwing out those thoughts that shouldn't be there, then sat back down at the desk.

  He looked at the parts on the table, picked up the crossbow to estimate the approximate size, and then quickly assembled and fixed a series of things such as the mainspring and the pawl on the crossbow under the gaze of everyone's surprise.

  After a moment, Ye Feng assembled it and looked at his work, nodding in satisfaction.

  Ou La lay on the edge of the table, her eyes fixed on him as he loaded a bunch of miscellaneous items onto the crossbow, her heart aching to the point of tears. Just then, Ye Feng finished and handed it over, she hastily picked up the crossbow from the table, feeling that it was much heavier in her hand, and glared at him discontentedly, muttering: "Look what you've done! It's so heavy now, how can I use it?"

  Ye Feng snatched the crossbow from his arms, jumped onto the table, held it up to the sky, and struck a heroic pose like Hou Yi shooting down the sun. He said loudly, "You don't understand, this is a divine artifact."

  A repeating crossbow powered by a mainspring mechanism appeared before everyone's eyes.

  It's just that when this divine artifact appears, there aren't any shocking movie special effects like lightning and thunder or a holy dragon turning nine times to scare the ignorant villagers on the scene, so it isn't very popular.

  In fact, the three people present, one was a noble brat, one was a holy actress, and the other was a slave scholar. They were all incompetent when it came to weapons, so they looked at Ye Feng with a gaze that seemed to think he was crazy.

  Ye Feng jumped down from the table again under everyone's gaze.

  But can such trivial matters stump our bricklayer-like scholars? The answer is of course not. As a philosopher once said: Truth is like that in history, it's fundamentally unimportant.

  It is recorded that at this time, the sky showed strange colors. Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, the holy dragon descended from the ninth heaven and transformed into a divine instrument in the hands of the great emperor. In an instant it cleared up.

  Ye Feng saw that everyone didn't understand, and he didn't explain much either. He turned around and went outside the door. Oola saw him and got anxious, stamping her feet, saying: "That's mine, you can't take it away." Then she chased after him.

  The two people left in the house looked at each other and also rushed out. They came to the outside of the house, just to see Ye Feng squatting on the ground, gritting his teeth and twisting the hairpin.

  After a moment, Ye Feng loaded another arrow, inserted the quiver, and shouldered his crossbow.

  He lightly pulled the bowstring, and a crossbow arrow fell from the box above into the slot. Since there was a piece of magnet attached below, it absorbed the iron arrowhead, so even if shooting downwards, there was no need to worry about the arrow falling off.

  Ye Feng held the crossbow, looking at a large tree not far away, then his finger lightly pressed, and a bolt of arrow flew out under the action of the string force, as fast as lightning, accurately nailed to the tree.

  At this time, the mainspring lightly resonated, the gear rotated, and a burst of creaking sounds was emitted. The automatic mechanism once again drew the bowstring taut on the crossbow, and another bolt fell into place in the arrow groove. Ye Feng nodded slightly: Very good, this almost completely met his requirements.

  He knelt on one knee, his fingers moving rapidly.

  In the midst of everyone's stunned gaze, arrow after arrow shot out like a string of pearls, forming a faint shadow in the air that created a visible black arrow line.

  In an instant, Ye Feng had shot all twenty crossbow bolts in the box, and at this time, the spring issued a light "ding" sound, its elasticity was also reached to the limit, not enough to support another string.

  Ye Feng stood up with a lingering intent, and that tree had already been shot by him to be full of arrows like a porcupine.

  He gently patted the crossbow and sighed, the technique was still not quite right. In order to shoot out as many arrows as possible, he had already adjusted the range to the smallest 50 meters, which could only shoot out 20 arrows. If the range is increased to 300 meters, at most, only two or three arrows can be shot.

  Ou La finally came to, hastily closing his sore jaw, a flattering smile on his face as he approached Ye Feng, wishing he could stick a tail on his own butt and wag it at Ye Feng a few more times.

  He reached out and gently patted Ye Feng's back, flattering him with a smile: "Indeed, my master, the things you create are truly divine artifacts that can't be any more divine. Master, you're really too amazing. My admiration for you is like the endless Yangtze River, continuous and unbroken..."

  "Alright," Ye Feng shuddered. He still had a bit of conscience and couldn't bear to hear such words from a child's mouth.

  Can't help but say that Ou La is a personal genius, he only listened to Ye Feng say it once and remembered all the words. Whenever he flattered others, he would take them out and use them, and as a result, he was invincible every time, and he would return with a triumphant smile. As a result, his skills became more and more proficient.

  Ye Feng was very suspicious, everyone else was the same, after listening to Oula's nonsense, it was highly likely that they couldn't stomach it and felt nauseous, wanting to vomit. They could only go along with Oula's meaning and get rid of him as soon as possible.

  Ye Feng handed the crossbow to Oola and said, "Here, go play with it, but be careful not to shoot anyone."

  Ou La cheered and took the crossbow, ran a few steps before turning back to ask: "By the way, Ye Feng... uh... Master. What's this crossbow called?"

  Ye Feng was taken aback and said: "Name?"

  Oola nodded seriously and said, "Yes, if others ask me what this powerful crossbow that's like a divine artifact is called, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I say I don't know?"

  Aphrodite said beside him, "Yes, I've traveled the world for so many years, but I've never seen such a ferocious... weapon. It really should have a name, to remember the countless ghosts that will die under it in the future."

  Ye Feng didn't mind the warning tone in her words, he just glanced at her lightly, stroking his chin and muttered to himself: "What name should I give it? Ah, yes, something powerful."

  "What about the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Soul-Searching Crossbow?" he asked, turning his head.

  Three people shook their heads.

  "Soul-Stealing Crossbow Combo?"

  Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads again.

  "Are you going to shoot arrows at the sun?"

  Three people looked up at the sky simultaneously and then shook their heads resolutely.

  "Leaf Wind Linked Crossbow?"

  Eula and Atom were both on the ground, vomiting profusely. Afura also looked uncomfortable, her hand covering her chest, forcing a smile: "The adults' naming sense is really..."

  "Alright, don't say anything more, I understand." Ye Feng waved his hand dejectedly.

  Suddenly he brightened up, snapped his fingers and turned to Oola: "Got it! There's a name that fits it perfectly back where we come from, and that is..."

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