Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

The Dali Forging Workshop occupies a vast area, seven or eight times larger than an ordinary shop on the street.

In addition to the shop in the front and the smelting and forging area in the back, there was also a weapons-testing room, which was used by people who wanted to purchase weapons to try them out.

Dali Forging Workshop produces a wide variety of tools, ranging from weapons used by martial arts masters to hoes and shovels used by ordinary farmers.

Their service reputation is naturally excellent.

Zhou Chen followed behind Wang Erniu through the side door of the front room.

The shooting range is divided into two areas. One area is for testing bows and arrows, with targets ranging from thirty to two hundred paces in distance, which is enough for most people to test their skills at will.

Another place was somewhat similar to the training grounds Zhou Chen had seen in the martial arts schools of the old world, with iron and wooden stakes placed around it to test the slashing and thrusting abilities of swords and other weapons.

"No wonder this forge can be so large, yet its service is so excellent."

Zhou Chen walked to the table displaying all kinds of arrows and chose the most familiar goose feather arrow from it.

crunch...

The muscles in his right arm bulged, and the bowstring of the ten-stone bow was slowly pulled back more than halfway.

Wang Erniu's eyes flickered as he watched the bowstring being drawn to eight-tenths of its full length.

With a strength of 240 jin, he had already crossed the threshold of the skin-refining level, and was even stronger than him when he first entered the flesh-refining realm.

The bow, with its ten stones, can be drawn to eight-tenths of its full potential, which is enough to unleash the full power of the Dragon Blood Bow.

"Whoosh..."

The arrow left the bowstring and hit the bullseye.

Fifty steps.

Wang Erniu looked at the target Zhou Chen had hit and felt a little more at ease.

Archery is easy to learn but difficult to master. Being able to hit the target every time within fifty paces is considered a skill.

This level is not bad, but it's only similar to his.

"Excellent archery skills!" Wang Erniu exclaimed in admiration, even though he felt that Zhou Chen's archery skills were similar to his own.

Creating sufficient emotional value for customers was the first lesson his father taught him when he entered his family's forging workshop.

Zhou Chen listened to Wang Erniu's praise without showing any emotion.

He then reached out and picked up another arrow from the table.

He didn't activate his spiritual tracking ability to amplify his senses when he fired that arrow, so the distance was fifty paces.

Now that I've found a rare archery training ground, I naturally want to test the limits of my archery skills.

The ability to track objects is activated.

The stabbing pain that had been suppressed in my brain resurfaced.

In the old world, death affects the spirit, and psychic abilities require the consumption of one's own spiritual power.

With this shift in power, the normally effortless telepathic abilities suddenly became somewhat strained.

Zhou Chen endured the pain in his head and held his breath.

Another arrow was shot, hitting the bullseye.

100 steps!

Wang Erniu's heart skipped a beat when he saw the arrow in the bullseye of the target at a hundred paces.

"His archery skills have reached a minor level, hitting the bullseye from a hundred paces away."

Before he could even cry out, Zhou Chen fired another arrow.

This time, the arrow was shot at a target a full 150 paces away.

"Thump..."

Wang Erniu's eyes widened as he stared at the arrow tail still trembling at the edge of the target.

One hundred and fifty steps!

He was already close to mastering archery.

Zhou Chen slowly lowered the Dragon Blood Bow from the table, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he maintained his spiritual tracking ability.

He was an expert archer, able to hit the bullseye every time within fifty paces.

If there is no mental damage, the telepathic abilities will function stably, and the arrows can hit targets within 150 paces.

"good!"

Wang Erniu cheered again, this time with genuine enthusiasm.

At such a young age, he had already achieved a basic level of archery skill.

His Crimson Flame Martial Arts School had many scions of noble families who came to learn, but none of the younger generation possessed this archery skill.

Thinking of this, he looked at Zhou Chen's appearance again, and a guess arose in his mind.

"Could it be that scion of a powerful family is playing that self-reliance trick again?"

"However, if that's the case, it's even more important to provide sufficient emotional value."

Seeing Zhou Chen's gaze wandering over the arrows, Wang Erniu immediately made a decision.

To curry favor with a scion of a prominent family who conceals his identity, one must learn to be tactful.

At this moment, Zhou Chen's headache subsided again, and looking at the arrows on the target, he was quite satisfied with the power of the Dragon Blood Bow.

With this bow in hand, even a flesh-refining demon beast cannot withstand a single arrow from him.

Taking the quiver from Wang Erniu, Zhou Chen glanced at the sky; it was nearly noon.

"It's time to go and meet up with Uncle Sun."

After a while, Zhou Chen walked through the long, dark city gate, where Uncle Sun was already waiting not far away with his oxcart.

"Wow, the Dragon Blood Bow." Uncle Sun spotted the red longbow Zhou Chen was carrying from afar, his tone slightly envious.

The Dali Forging Workshop was recommended by Uncle Sun, so he naturally recognized the type of longbow that Zhou Chen was carrying at the moment.

There was a time when he thought about buying a Dragon Blood Bow to hone his strength, but after much deliberation, he ultimately switched to the cheaper and more practical Yellow Zhe Bow.

The money saved was used to buy herbs and food to ensure the survival of the family of three.

Now, the oxcart is piled with several rolls of cloth and some odds and ends, all of which he wants to take back.

The most important herbs were kept in his satchel.

"Yes, we bought it to build up our strength. If we encounter a bear demon again, we won't be as miserable as last time." Zhou Chen sat on the oxcart and slowly moved forward.

Uncle Sun, driving the cart, glanced curiously at the quiver at Zhou Chen's waist and said, "This Dragon Blood Bow is really something else; it even comes with eagle feather arrows."

"Eagle Feather Arrows?" Zhou Chen looked at the quiver upon hearing this.

Among the many arrows with goose feathers, three arrows emanating a faint demonic aura stood out.

"Twenty-seven?"

"Is this extra?"

He suddenly remembered the subtle gesture Wang Erniu made when he handed him the quiver, realizing it belatedly.

When the man handed over the arrows, he covered the quiver with his palm, so the man did not notice the three special arrows.

Zhou Chen drew out three eagle-feathered arrows. Under the midday sun, the arrowheads gleamed with a cold light, clearly made of extraordinary iron.

The arrowhead has deep blood grooves on both sides and barbs at the tail. To remove it from the wound, one would have to work through skin and flesh.

The arrow shafts are made of yellow mulberry wood, which is suitable for making bows, and are perfectly straight without any bending.

What's most unusual is that there are three eagle feathers attached to the end of the arrow shaft, emanating a faint demonic aura.

"What a fine arrow!" Uncle Sun exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the eagle-feathered arrow. "Such a precious arrow must be worth a fortune."

Zhou Chen put the eagle-feathered arrow back into the quiver, memorized Wang Erniu's somewhat simple and honest appearance, and fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhou Chen woke up, it was almost dusk, and he could already see the tall, ancient pine tree in the center of Cangsong Village.

"You're awake." Uncle Sun heard the noise and handed Zhou Chen a piece of steamed bun. "We'll be in the village in half an hour."

While Zhou Chen was driving the cart, Uncle Sun climbed over the back of the oxcart and sorted out all the things he had bought in the city that day.

There were candied hawthorns bought for Xiaohua and Xiaohu, some daily necessities that Aunt Sun usually talked about and were almost exhausted, and several rolls of cloth of different colors.

"Xiao Chen, Uncle Sun bought some fabric this time, and you got a share."

"Have your aunt take your measurements and make you a well-fitting dress."

Hearing Uncle Sun's nagging behind him, Zhou Chen smiled.

Since transmigrating, he has grown quite a bit taller, and the clothes left behind by the original owner are indeed a bit too short.