Practice starts from a small soldier

Chapter 75 Black Bone Spear and Wind Spirit Bow

"What's wrong with this gun?"

Zhang Qi stopped and looked at the black-robed deacon who was walking quickly.

"This gun is too heavy."

The black-robed deacon came to Zhang Qi, looked him up and down, and warned: "This gun weighs [-] catties. People who are not supernatural powers must not touch it, otherwise they will suffer backlash."

"Eight thousand seven hundred catties?"

Zhang Qi was speechless for a while.

From the outside, this big black gun is slightly longer than his tiger-headed double-section gun. It is three meters long and almost twice as thick. Unexpectedly, it weighs more than 100 times.

"Why is this gun so heavy?"

He couldn't help asking.

The black-robed deacon was very patient, and explained carefully: "This black bone gun was sent back from the outside by the Seventh Elder. It is made of a huge bone, and it is extremely heavy..."

As he spoke, the old black-robed deacon had a look of embarrassment on his face.

Just a few days ago, when he and another deacon moved the black bone gun into the Tibetan army hall, his hands were itchy for a moment, so he picked up the black bone gun and waved it around, but he flashed his old waist on the spot.

After all, he is also a warrior in the Giant Spirit Realm. Although he is old and frail now, and his strength is far inferior to that of a mature man, it is still easy to move something that weighs tens of thousands of catties.

Unexpectedly, this black bone gun actually hides a mystery.

It's nothing to hold it in your hand, but when you swing it, the black bone gun inexplicably becomes several times heavier...

It made him flinch on the spot.

After eating a pair of tiger bone soup, he recovered.

"It was actually a bone gun."

Zhang Qi stared at the black bone gun in front of him, and couldn't help but think of himself.

Because of his practice of eating metal kung fu, his bones are different from ordinary people, and their hardness and weight exceed black iron.The flesh and blood in his body also became extremely dense, causing his weight to be several times that of an ordinary person.Although it has not been weighed yet, seven or eight hundred catties is indispensable.

"I don't know what kind of creature's bone this black bone gun is made of?"

Zhang Qi was secretly amazed.

After talking about the background of the black bone gun, the black-robed deacon continued: "If you like guns, there are some good guns in the Tibetan Army Hall."

Hearing this, Zhang Qi pointed at the Black Bone Spear, "I want to try it first."

The black-robed deacon showed displeasure: "The old man kindly persuaded you, but you ignored my words."

"Senior's kindness, of course this junior knows."

Zhang Qi clasped his hands and said, "It's just that this junior fell in love with this black bone gun at a glance. It would be a pity not to give it a try."

The black-robed deacon shook his head and said nothing more.

He has long seen that the young man in front of him is full of energy and blood, far surpassing his peers.However, it would be too ignorant to dare to set his mind on the Black Bone Spear just by relying on some energy and blood.

The black-robed deacon watched coldly.

Zhang Qi took a few steps forward and removed the 8000-jin black bone gun from the shelf.

He squatted slightly, holding the tail of the gun with his right hand, and one-third of the gun body with his left hand, with the tip of the gun forward, and the gun body parallel to the ground...

This is a typical middle-level gun method, and it is the basis for all gun posture changes.

"One man and one gun."

The black-robed deacon standing aside looked at Zhang Qi who was holding a black bone spear and blending with it, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Not only did he pick up the black bone gun effortlessly, but he also instantly became one with the gun.

"It's not easy."

"I didn't expect that at such a young age, this son would have such profound attainments in gun art."

"It's a mistake."

The black-robed deacon looked at Zhang Qi, and couldn't help but appreciate it a little more. There are fewer and fewer people who are willing to practice the way of guns these days.

Spear is the king of a hundred soldiers.

It is unpredictable, deified, immovable like a mountain, moving like thunder... Especially on the battlefield, it is a first-class killer.

just.

It is easy to get started, but difficult to master in gun practice.

Many people can't bear the pain of practicing guns. In addition, big guns are clumsy, not to mention difficult to carry, and they are easy to be attacked first.

Today, long spears have long since fallen, and swords are popular.

"Don't act rashly."

Seeing that Zhang Qi was eager to try, the black-robed deacon solemnly warned: "This black bone spear has hidden secrets. Once it is moved, it will suddenly increase several times in weight. If it is not careful, it may dislocate the bones of the hand, or break the spine in severe cases!"

"Senior, don't worry, my bones are very hard."

After Zhang Qi smiled confidently, he thrust forward with both hands and stabbed forward.

Boom!

A shot was fired, and there was a muffled sound in the air, and the entire Tibetan Army Hall seemed to tremble slightly.

"It really got heavier."

Zhang Qi slowly retracted the gun, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

The moment he stabbed the gun, the black bone gun in his hand suddenly became several times heavier, which not only caused his energy and blood consumption to soar, but also made his bones rattle under the pressure.

Fortunately, he has practiced the gold-eating kung fu, and his bones are harder than black iron.

If it were someone else, the bones in his body would suddenly be under such heavy pressure that several bones would have to be broken.

He turned to look at the black-robed deacon: "Thank you for reminding me, senior."

The black-robed deacon smiled slightly: "The old man said a long time ago that this black bone gun is not something that ordinary people can use..."

Zhang Qi: "How much?"

The black-robed deacon: "???"

After a moment of silence, he asked: "This gun is difficult to control. After you buy it, be careful not to suffer from it. Do you really want to buy it?"

"This gun has enough weight, just what I want."

After all, Zhang Qi held the black bone gun, stabbed forward a few times in a row, and spun the black bone gun with both hands, performing a big windmill on the spot.

Rumble!
Following his movements, the entire Tibetan Army Hall shook slightly, and even cracks appeared on the ground...

The black-robed deacon saw his eyelids twitch wildly, and said in his mouth: "Don't practice, don't practice."

Only then did Zhang Qi stop, his face didn't turn red, and he couldn't breathe.

The black-robed deacon looked at him with the eyes of a monster, "This black bone gun is worth [-] black knives, but the seventh elder once said that if someone can control this gun, it can be sold at half price. You just need to take out Five thousand black knives can take this gun away."

Zhang Qi reminded in a low voice: "The Great Elder said that today's audience is half price."

The black-robed deacon: "..."

In the end, Zhang Qi bought the Black Bone Spear for only [-] dollars.

Delicious.

After buying himself a big gun, Zhang Qi wandered around again, and finally found a bow.

Wind Spirit Bow, a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, has a bow strength of 140 shi. The body of the bow is made of thousand-year-old iron wood. The arrows shot fly farther and faster.

It was made by a military refiner from Jin State. It was originally worth [-] black knives, but Zhang Qi spent [-] knives to get this Wind Spirit Bow.

Most of the [-] knives on him were spent, and there were [-] knives left.

Zhang Qi left the Palace of Hidden Soldiers, went to the Palace of Treasures again, and used the money to buy two pieces of Lanjin, one large and one small.

Lanjin, a strange metal, is lighter than water, can be suspended on the surface of the water, and turns into mist when exposed to wind. It is amazing and can be used to forge rare spirit weapons.

Zhang Qi bought it, but it was for eating.

(End of this chapter)