From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 6 The early stage of leather refining!

Such scalding heat is the energy and blood contained in Zhu Yan's blood!

Wu Fengdeng suppressed the discomfort of dry mouth and tongue, and quickly stood on the ground to practice the Bingfa Jue to digest the strong qi and blood.

Ho~ho~
During this practice, his eyes were burning, and his whole body seemed to have endless strength, and his moves became more swift and steady!

Unconsciously, he had completed five sets in one breath. It was not until the sixth set that he felt tired and the boiling heat in his body slowly subsided.

Wu Fengdeng barely finished the sixth set. His underwear was soaked with sweat and beads of sweat the size of beans were sliding down his face.

"What a powerful drug! If it weren't for these six sets of Bing Fa Jue to help me digest it, I would have been choked to death by the drug!"

He gasped and raised his arm, squeezing the muscles on it.

Tough and strong, especially the skin, which is as elastic and tough as rubber under the nourishment of qi and blood.

"Now the power of my punch is about 600 to 800 kilograms. If I can absorb and digest the remaining Zhu Yan's blood, I should be able to enter the early stage of skin refining."

"There is less than half a month left until the selection of the Vanguard Battalion. There is plenty of time!"

Wu Fengdeng was slightly pleased, and then he took out ten coins and went to the kitchen to buy a large basin of pig offal.

Now steamed buns alone are not enough to fill his stomach, and pig offal is cheap and plentiful, making it his only choice.

In the next two days, Wu Fengdeng worked during the day and took Zhu Yan's blood to practice the art of attacking soldiers at night. He sweated every time he practiced.

But hard work makes a person less willing to give. After the last exercise, I felt the soreness in my skin and flesh all over my body subside, and was replaced by an endless sense of comfort.

The skin is firmer, the muscles are visibly bulging, the contours are clear, and the whole body is light.

The early stage of leather refining!

Wu Fengdeng smiled sincerely, then suppressed his excitement and came to the outside of the barracks where snow was falling heavily.

He took a deep breath and then threw a straight punch!
This time when he swung his fist again, he could clearly feel a heat quickly passing through the inside of his arm!
Some dark red airflow could be seen on his arm.

Boom~
A strong wind blew down, and the flying snow within five meters in front was instantly swept away and disappeared in an instant.

Then the snowflakes began to fall.

"The hot air that just blasted out should be what Lao Hu called the Qi and blood. It can increase power in battle, and can also protect the body and keep warm when quiet."

"In other words, it is equivalent to the energy of internal force and spiritual energy!"

Wu Fengdeng was filled with joy. It was the first time in his two lifetimes that he experienced the feeling of having power.

In this troubled time, strength is the foundation of survival!
After testing his strength at this time, Wu Fengdeng did not return to the barracks directly, but stood in the wind and snow and opened the Book of Ever-Victory.

The antique bamboo slips were opened. In the volume of [Craftsman], [Mobility] and [Fire-Boosting] were both already accomplished to a small extent, but the remaining three skills had not yet been activated.

The business point also shows [贰] at this time.

"Although the [Craftsman] is not a very powerful soldier, his skills are still quite useful. For example, this transportation ability is not only useful for forging iron, but also in combat."

"So it's best to light up all the remaining three skills in the next ten days. When we select the vanguard battalion, we will probably be able to unlock new soldiers."

Wu Fengdeng thought quietly, and his future goals became clearer.

……

The next day, he came to the kitchen at noon as usual.

"Uncle Li, same as always!"

Wu Fengdeng took out ten copper coins and placed them on the stove.

Because he came here many times for extra meals, he had already gotten to know the cooks in the kitchen. He then agreed with them to come and buy pig offal every two days, which was considered a reservation.

A few steps away, an old man with a blind eye was chopping meat.

He was in his sixties, thin and gaunt, with a hunched back, and his hands holding the bone-chopping knife were somewhat unsteady.

He looked up upon hearing the news, then laughed, put down the boning knife, and scooped a basin of cooked pork offal from the big pot.

"Little boy, you're not going to spend all your money on this cheap food, are you?"

Wu Fengdeng smiled slightly: "In today's world, is there anything more important than filling your stomach?" Uncle Li's face was full of wrinkles, and he hunched over and shook his hands.

"Haha, you are quite honest. Unlike that stinky boy of mine, I spent all my money on those women instead of giving it to me... to me... cough cough..."

"Can I find a few for you, too?"

"Well, that's right... No! You kid are making fun of me, aren't you?"

As he was about to fight, Wu Fengdeng quickly laughed and said, "I dare not, I dare not."

"Old Li! Give me five pounds of pork offal, and I'll treat you guys to a drink today!"

Suddenly there was a sharp shout, and Wu Fengdeng turned around to look.

He was a young man in his early twenties, with a bulbous nose, small eyes, and a very arrogant look.

He was wearing a cotton-padded jacket made of soft cloth and long boots. It was obvious that he had bought the clothes with his own money, which was in stark contrast to the shabby cotton-padded jacket distributed to Wu Fengdeng.

"Oh, okay, okay!"

Uncle Li did not dare to neglect them. After all, those who could buy clothes with their own money came from families with some money and power, and they were not people that people like them, who came from poor backgrounds, could afford to offend.

The big pot was opened again, and amid the rising hot steam, all the pig offal was fished out and put into a large basin.

"Young man, I don't have enough for five catties, but the remaining three catties are enough for treating guests to drinks."

Qiao Li frowned and said, "Old Li, I'm inviting five or six brothers to drink. What can this amount of money do?"

After saying this, he glanced and saw Wu Fengdeng who was about to leave.

"Isn't there another pot?"

"He has already booked this."

Uncle Li's words made Qiao Li exclaim "Eh~" and he raised his arm to block Wu Fengdeng.

"Boy, have some fun and let me have it."

“I paid for this.”

"Spend money? Ha."

Qiao Li looked at the tattered jacket on him, and then his garlic nose moved.

"Such a strong smell of charcoal, you must be a new recruit in the blacksmith shop, how can a poor man like that afford to eat meat?"

"Well, I won't let you suffer any loss."

After saying that, he took out a handful of copper coins.

Then he carefully counted out ten and stuffed them into Wu Fengdeng's pockets, and brought over the pig offal.

Wu Fengdeng's face darkened: "I didn't say I would give it to you, did I?"

Qiao Li heard this, turned around, put his hands on his hips, and said disdainfully: "Do you have the final say on whether to let me go or not? I am just a refugee, my life is worth less than a dog's, I deserve to eat weeds and tree roots for the rest of my life."

"I'm in a good mood, and I paid for you because I feel sorry for you. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll let you know how powerful the infantry battalion is!"

Seeing his arrogant expression, Wu Fengdeng paused, then smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I was not tactful just now."

"Well, I'll help you carry the meat. Just consider it as my apology to you."

Seeing him being so humble, Qiao Li felt extremely satisfied.

Only in front of the refugees can he be called "boss".

"You are sensible. I am a magnanimous person and will not bother with you. Just follow me with the meat."

After a moment, Wu Fengdeng walked out of a barracks, and his smiling face instantly turned gloomy.

Look back at the number of this barracks.

(End of this chapter)