Practice starts from a small soldier

Chapter 68

"Could it be that the Great Elder did it?"

Zhang Qi stared at the wire grass in the box, and suddenly remembered that when he saw the Great Elder yesterday, the Great Elder said to him, 'I have already arranged everything for you'.

According to this sentence, it can be speculated that if there is no accident, it should be a good thing done by the Great Elder.

Besides, he couldn't think of anyone else.

but--

Why didn't the Great Elder hand over these iron thread grasses to him in a fair manner, but in such a sneaky way, could there be some hidden secrets?
Zhang Qi couldn't figure it out.

He checked the doors and windows, and there was no sign of being pried. The box of wiregrass seemed to appear in his house out of thin air.

"Forget it, since you have delivered it to your door, don't reject it for nothing."

Zhang Qi stopped being entangled, and counted the wire grass in the box.

There are nine in total.

At the bottom of the box, there is also a small dagger.

The number of root nodes of iron wire grass will vary depending on the year.Every ten years, the iron wire grass will grow an extra section, so it is easy to identify.

Zhang Qi made a distinction.

Three from the 70s, three from the 80s, and three from the 90s.

Although there are no century-old ones, the value of these nine iron wire grasses is still very high, at least five hundred black knife coins in the Black Riding Valley.If you make money by sweeping the streets, you have to sweep for more than half a year.

If it's outside, if you don't have tens of thousands of taels of silver, you can't even think about taking it.

"It tastes so mellow."

Zhang Qi picked up a 70-year-old wirewort and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. The unique smell of rust made him feel refreshed and intoxicated.

Since he practiced Jin Jin Kung Fu, his taste has become more and more perverted...

After cleaning the 70-year-old iron wire plant in his hand, Zhang Qi was about to eat it, but found that he couldn't stop biting.

The toughness of the 70-year-old iron wire grass exceeds that of the 50-year-old iron wire grass.

His teeth are powerless for the time being.

"The hardness is almost meaningless."

After Zhang Qi sighed regretfully, he suddenly remembered that there was an unremarkable small dagger in the box containing the wiregrass.

He took the dagger out of the box.

It is less than the length of a palm, very miniature and pocket-sized, but it is quite heavy in the hand. I don't know what material it is made of, and the whole body is as black as ink.If you look closely, the light around the dagger seems to be slightly distorted...

"It's weird."

Zhang Qi could sense that this dagger was a bit unusual, but he couldn't tell what was so special about it.

then.

He used this dagger to cut wire weeds.

As a result, with a little force, the wire grass in his hand was cut into two on the spot, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

"It's so sharp!"

Zhang Qi was a little taken aback. He never expected that this inconspicuous dagger in his hand would be so sharp that cutting wire weeds was like cutting sausages.

This is obviously not an ordinary dagger!

According to the classification of miscellaneous families, the weapons in the world can be divided into three types: ordinary soldiers, spiritual soldiers, and Taoist soldiers.

His tiger-head double-section spear and iron wire bow belong to ordinary soldiers.

As for spiritual weapons, they either have strange spirituality, or contain great power... Only such weapons are qualified to be called spiritual weapons.

For example, the poisonous spider sword used by Zhao Que is an eighth-rank spiritual weapon, and a spider mother spirit is sealed inside. Once it hits the enemy's body, the enemy will be poisoned and paralyzed instantly.

As for the Dao soldiers, they are all god soldiers of the country, suppressing the luck of a country, and there are only a handful of them in the world.

"It's not a spirit soldier."

Zhang Qi looked at the black dagger in his hand.

He had been in close contact with Zhao Que's poisonous spider sword, and that sword would emit unique aura fluctuations, like a living creature that could breathe.

Zhao Que told him that all spirit soldiers have spirits.

The dagger in his hand was lifeless, without any aura fluctuations, so it was definitely not a spirit weapon.However, with this unimaginable sharpness, even if it is not a spiritual weapon, it is not far behind.

"The value of this dagger is probably even more precious than those nine wire weeds."

Zhang Qi sighed.

No wonder Zhao Que persuaded him to leave the White Horse Camp.

The background of the Beiliang black cavalry is far from what the Baimaying can compare.

If someone makes a random move, it will be iron thread grass worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, plus a mysterious dagger of inestimable value.

Subsequently.

Zhang Qi experimented with this dagger.

Whether it is 70-year-old wiregrass, 80-year-old wiregrass, or 90-year-old wiregrass, it can be chopped and cut easily.

"Iron thread grass can be cut, what about that person?"

After cutting all three years of iron wire grass, Zhang Qi suddenly stared at him.

He wants to try.

Is this dagger sharper, or his body is harder.

Because the left hand has a 'disease'.

So he held the dagger with his left hand and went to cut his right hand.

"what!"

When the dagger was still a few inches away from his right arm, Zhang Qi already felt a slight stabbing pain.This dagger is really extraordinary.

Stimulated by this, his right arm stiffened automatically...

The right arm, like cast iron, swelled up in an instant, and a layer of silver-white metallic cold light shone on the surface of the skin, looking indestructible.

After cultivating to the state of steel bones, his physical body has become soft and hard.

Hard as you want.

Zhang Qi pressed down with his left hand, and the extremely sharp blade had already touched his skin.

Then pull hard.

Crack... creak creak!
Like the sound of train wheels rubbing against the rails, a blinding flash of lightning flashed between the dagger and his right arm, and sparks flew everywhere.

Lifted the dagger to have a look.

On his right arm, a red bloodstain suddenly appeared.

Zhang Qi gasped.

Broken.

Broken.

I broke my skin!
Zhang Qi looked at his right arm, which instantly recovered to its original state, with a gloomy expression.

Although the bloodstains on his hands had long since disappeared, the scene just now had an indelible impact on his mind.

"I'm really too weak."

"A dagger that isn't even a spirit weapon can easily break through my defense."

"If the enemy is armed with a spirit weapon, then he will kill me on the spot."

"no!"

"I have to quickly practice the food-eating kung fu to 100%, and after I finish practicing the food-eating kung fu, I will practice some hard skills."

"There is no hardest, only harder, and I want to be harder."

"Until no one can beat me."

Feeling deeply frustrated, Zhang Qi was not in the mood to go out and spend the next few days staying in his own room, eating grass and practicing kung fu crazily.

Three days later.

Zhang Qi ate up all nine old iron thread grasses, refined them and absorbed them.

[Food gold skill: 37% proficiency]

[Vigor and blood: 8.4]

It is only the last step away from the steel bone Dacheng.Further down, there is the fourth level——Golden Body Realm.

Qi and blood did not increase much.

Shijin Kungfu majors in physical defense, and its effect on increasing qi and blood is far inferior to that of the ancestral blood hegemony.

"With another 80-year-old iron wire grass, the steel frame can be completed."

Zhang Qi had no choice but to stop his cultivation because he ran out of iron thread grass. He left the house and went to the second elder Xu Xiu's barracks to see if he could get a piece of grass to eat from the second elder.

Go half way.

A familiar figure suddenly stopped him.

(End of this chapter)