Great Dao Ji

The following days were still very peaceful.

An Qisheng practiced boxing, taught his disciples, boiled medicinal liquids, refined elixirs, moved qi and blood, warmed up his internal strength, and hugged the holy fetus every day.

The days passed as plain as water, and there seemed to be no waves.

Among them, the only surprise was that Jiang Tingting, who was almost ten years old, still had not practiced internal strength, and there was still no sense of qi in her body.

An Qisheng comforted her well, but he had no intention of helping her.

Although it was just a piece of cake for him, it was absolutely unacceptable to force things to happen.

Once the internal strength was practiced, Zhang Haohao's heart was no longer on the boxing routine. An Qisheng said it several times, and although he listened and practiced diligently, his heart had shifted to the internal strength practice.

The progress of internal boxing was naturally surpassed by Jiang Tingting, but it was not that Jiang Tingting had made any progress in internal boxing.

After observing for this period of time, An Qisheng had to admit that his little female apprentice was really a rare "waste".

And that ‘Tianyi Pearl’ gave him a big surprise.

Although the internal force after purification was much thinner, the progress of integration with the body was greatly accelerated. Gradually, it had penetrated into the bone marrow and was close to the blood transfusion barrier.

Once the blood transfusion condensed the seeds of true qi, it had already stepped into the upper three grades.

In the Dafeng Dynasty, he was already qualified to open a small sect and a small gang.

As the internal force gradually deepened.

An Qisheng also understood more and more the difference between internal boxing and the martial arts of this world. Internal boxing polished the body and moved qi and blood to strengthen the body and break through the limits of the human body, while the martial arts of the Jiufu world were different.

The process of integration of internal force and the body will certainly improve the physique and increase strength, but the focus is still on internal force.

The internal force travels through the meridians, penetrates into the bone marrow, and reaches the whole body. Every move is blessed by internal force. Compared with pure physical strength, it is naturally much stronger.

The martial arts in this world, whether it is swordsmanship, knife skills, light skills or horizontal training, are all closely related to internal strength.

For An Qisheng, this is not the case.

During the process of "holding the holy fetus", he did not stop the transfer of internal strength. On the contrary, as the process of "holding the holy fetus" progressed, the combination of internal strength and physical body became faster, and the transfer of internal strength became faster.

Because the physical adjustment in the process of "holding the holy fetus" is originally a transformation towards perfection.

In other words, it is the improvement of "root bones".

While promoting the process of "holding the holy fetus", the physical body is still further under the state of holding the elixir!

Under the combination of the two, although "holding the holy fetus" has not yet ended, An Qisheng's physical body has surpassed the strong man in the realm of holding the elixir of Xuanxing.

And the fusion of internal strength and blood, and the 100-day blood exchange barrier, is the greatest improvement and sublimation of the physical body under the qi and meridians.

"Huh!"

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his abdomen squirmed, and a stream of air rose up and was sprayed out of his body with a slight fishy smell.

This was the poison left by the pills he had swallowed in the past few days.

It is true that medicine is three-tenths poisonous, and not all ingredients can be absorbed by humans. Once the pill realm is completed, he can expel all the poison from the pill with a slight movement.

Push open the door.

In the courtyard, the little guy with obviously different spirits was still standing seriously.

Jiang Tingting was concentrating. The fact that her senior brother had practiced internal strength obviously stimulated her, making her practice very diligently these days.

Zhang Haohao also encouraged himself. He had already mastered the boy's skills. How could he be surpassed by his junior sister?

"Practice well, I won't come back today."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, gave an order, and pushed the door out.

It was not the middle of winter, and although it had not snowed, the weather was still cold, and there were not many pedestrians.

An Qisheng walked on the street, his expression slightly moved.

The atmosphere in Nanliang City has been quite good these days, because the six-door police have settled in, and there are fewer petty thieves in the past.

In a dark alley, An Qisheng shuddered, and his figure immediately grew half a foot taller. His skinny body suddenly became fuller and full of vitality.

After the Dan, he changed his body shape temporarily, and height was no longer a problem for him.

If he didn't think it was unnecessary, except for the new teeth, his white hair could turn black.

He took out the cloak that he had prepared long ago and put it on, then walked out of the street slowly and walked into the weapon shop with familiarity.

"Hero, you are here?"

The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, and looked at An Qisheng as if he saw the God of Wealth.

Even though they had met twice, he didn't know that this burly man was the old Taoist priest who asked him to sell a knife before.

"Is the thing ready?"

An Qisheng glanced at him.

His good attitude was justified. After returning to the city last time, he spent a lot of money to customize weapons in this weapon shop.

"It's done, it's done. Because of your request, all the blacksmiths in my shop have been mobilized to forge them without sleep these days."

The shopkeeper chattered and led An Qisheng into the inner courtyard.

Behind the weapon shop, there were weapon furnaces emitting rolling heat waves, and big men were sweating profusely as they hammered iron blocks.

It was really a primitive forging method.

An Qisheng's eyes moved.

However, although the method was primitive, the quality of these weapons made of cold iron and meteorite iron, which naturally contained spiritual energy, was obviously better than that of Xuanxing iron.

"Wait a moment, hero."

The shopkeeper poured An Qisheng a cup of tea, turned and walked into the yard, and shouted a few times.

Then two burly men walked out.

The two men carried a dark spear and slowly walked into the house.

The spear was all the same color and was two feet long. It seemed extremely heavy. The two big men were carrying it, and their expressions were not relaxed.

"My hero, according to your instructions, this spear is one foot long, no more than one point less, and weighs three hundred and sixty-five kilograms, no more than one foot and no less than one foot. It is made of the toughest cold steel. Made of iron, the cold iron alone is worth three hundred and sixty taels of gold!

A pound of cold iron is one tael of gold. If you ask anywhere else about this price, there is absolutely no lie."

The shopkeeper ordered the two big men to put down their spears:

"Several masters in our family have made it according to the appearance of the legendary Daewoo Spear. It is an absolute fine product and a top-grade spear!

Four hundred taels of gold is absolutely worth it, and we can only earn some hard-earned money. "

Phew~

An Qisheng didn't answer. He tapped his foot lightly, and the spear not far in front of him bounced up and was held in his palm.

The spear is two feet long, has a thin wrist, and has fine patterns all over its body. The only strange thing about it is that it has not been fired.

This was specially ordered by An Qisheng.

It is natural that you have to do it yourself.

Buzz~

With a slight shake, the spear vibrated like a dragon dancing, and made a loud buzzing sound, which made the shopkeeper stagger.

The shopkeeper and the two big men carrying the weapons were both startled.

They have been running this business for many years, so they naturally know that being able to lift this weight is nothing. To be able to use this weapon, its strength must be more than ten times the weight of the weapon.

This is definitely a master!

"Nice gun."

An Qisheng only felt that his tentacles were cold, the sound of the gunshot was extremely tough, trembling slightly, and the force reached all directions, as if his hands and feet were extended.

Of course it's a good gun.

Four hundred taels of gold was already one-third of the gold and silver accumulated by the Zhao family, nicknamed Nanliang Bancheng Family, and now An Qisheng had it all.

Based on the price of goods in this world, four hundred taels of gold is enough to feed a hundred thousand strong men on a living table for three days.

If it were a Xuanxing, it would cost more than 60 million Daxuan coins.

With such a high cost, if it was not a good gun, he would tear the shopkeeper in half with just one shot.

"Heroes are really powerful"

The shopkeeper opened his mouth and could only marvel.

"Tell me how much it is."

An Qisheng held the spear and couldn't put it down.

During his two lifetimes in Baji, he had been wielding big guns every day. He was more familiar with big guns than any other weapon. He had not touched a gun for several months, and now he had the urge to practice his marksmanship.

With a gun in hand, the feeling of heart-to-heart connection arises spontaneously.

If he had a spear in hand that day, he could kill Kong San with just one shot.

"My hero, didn't we agree on four hundred taels of gold?"

The shopkeeper's heart thumped. Is this person trying to lower the price?

Because of its large output, the price of cold iron is much lower than that of other exotic metals, but it is definitely not a mass commodity.

"I don't bother to ask if the material fee is three hundred and sixty taels of gold, but the hard-earned money of forty taels of gold is indeed a bit much."

An Qisheng glanced at the shopkeeper with a half-smile.

One tael of gold per kilogram of cold iron is naturally good, but those who have opened weapons shops all year round naturally have their own purchasing channels. If hundreds of kilograms of cold iron cannot be sold at a discount of one or two cents, he himself will not believe it.

"That's what the hero said."

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat.

A big man holding a 400-pound cold iron gun is looking at you eagerly. How much pressure must he bear?

"I've already paid for the materials. It's ten taels of gold. It's not like my hard work was in vain."

An Qisheng put down the gold with a click.

"Ten taels of gold!"

The shopkeeper's face trembled, and he trembled with heartache: "My hero, your price is too high, how much can you increase it?"

"Fifteen taels, no more."

An Qisheng thought for a while and took out another gold ingot.

"you"

The two haggled for a while, and finally put down twenty taels of gold. An Qisheng picked up two more long swords and walked out of the weapons shop.

When the shopkeeper walked to the door, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Although this trip was not as profitable as expected, it was also the biggest business he had ever made in his life.

"The shopkeeper is quite good. He is made of cold iron. He didn't mix other iron materials to deceive me."

An Qisheng was walking down the long street wearing a cloak and carrying a spear, and the already small crowd dispersed.

For ordinary people, no one in the martial arts world should be provoked.

Until walking out of the city gate.

The king's head guarding the city gate flashed his eyes, and after An Qisheng's figure had gone far away, he whispered to his subordinates:

"Liuzi, go to the Yamen now, find the group of headhunters from Liumen, and tell them that there are masters out of the city."

After a pause, he added:

"Wearing a cloak, I don't know what he looks like. Let's just say he is carrying a black gun and has a burly figure."