Chapter 4: Patrol Hunting

Let's say that the difficulty of Pan Lei Miao's run-in with the phantom wheelchair is different from mastering the transformation of the phantom wheelchair's form, and it took nearly half a month to run in like his own legs. Walk freely, form muscle memory, and be able to open your legs without thinking.

On this day, Pan Shenglin saw that Pan Lei Miao's walking and running were fine, and finally decided to start teaching Pan Lei Miao's martial arts. However, before passing on the skill, Lei Miao first had to choose his natal weapon. This is a process that every martial artist must go through before stepping into the martial path. Weapons are the second soul of warriors.

Panjia, Tibetan Arsenal, a three-story pavilion nearly five meters high, which collects all kinds of divine weapons and martial arts. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, sticks, mallets, whips, hammers, crutches, abductions, meteors and other weapons. Among them, there are many knives, swords, spears, and whips.

"Miao'er, you must know that although you have been suffering from leg disease since childhood, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, making your upper body strength far superior to that of the same person. Now that you have a phantom wheelchair, you can move your legs without hindrance for the time being, and in your current realm, the strength of your body is far beyond that of your peers.

Nowadays, what you need to lack is how to use the power of your body reasonably and explode it. Your immediate task is to choose a class that suits you.

However, once a warrior chooses a weapon type, it is easy not to change it. The matter of selecting soldiers is related to the development of martial arts in your life, so you must be cautious. ”

Before and after bringing Pan Lei Miao to the door of the Tibetan Arsenal, Pan Shenglin taught again.

"Father, Miao'er knows, although Miao'er has not officially practiced martial arts and embarked on martial arts, but Miao'er still knows these common-sense things. And you've said it many times. ”

Since he had a phantom wheelchair, Pan Lei Miao's behavior has become much more confident everywhere.

"Knock, knock, knock"

"Squeak~"

After Pan Shenglin knocked on the door of the hidden arsenal according to a certain rule, the door of the hidden arsenal slowly opened, and a silver-haired human head poked out.

"Yo, Xiaolinzi, you haven't come to see the old man for a long time~"

"Amount"

Pan Shenglin's face froze obviously, but he couldn't say anything, who made the family old, in his memory, since Pan Shenglin remembered, the guard who hid the arsenal was him, and no one knew the name of the clan elder, but his own generation grew up under his eyes.

"Patriarch, this, haven't you been busy with the training of the children's coming-of-age ceremony recently, next time, when you have time next time, I will bring you the roasted goose of the drunken flower building. This one... You see, isn't this Miao'er, the kid also ready to practice martial arts, take him to choose a weapon to take advantage of today. ”

Hearing Pan Shenglin say that he wanted Pan Lei Miao to choose weapons, the old man looked at Pan Lei Miao.

"This is your son who was born with thunder and fairy mist visions, this, his legs, okay? This is really what I have heard about for ten years, and I only saw it today. Alright, old rule, you wait outside, I'll take him in and choose weapons."

As he spoke, the old man turned around and entered the arsenal first.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze?", the old man walked a few steps, and when he saw that Pan Lei Miao hadn't caught up yet, he turned around and muttered.

"Huh?"

Pan Lei Miao hurriedly moved to follow in.

As soon as I entered the hidden arsenal, I found that there was a lot of things inside. This first layer, looking from afar, is brilliant, but in Pan Lei Miao's eyes, he can only see that there is a glimmer of light around the weapon. At first glance, the weapon rack is hazy.

After walking for a while, at the entrance to the first floor of the Kura-Hyogo, there was a table so empty. The old man took out a jade card from an unknown place under the table and handed it to Pan Lei Miao.

The old man's hand seemed to inadvertently pass over Pan Lei Miao's hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he talked to Pan Lei Miao about the relevant precautions.

"This is the Soldier Seeking Card, you take it, remember, you have an hour to choose your weapon. Take the card, go in, and remember, when the hour is over, you won't be able to take a single weapon. ”

Pan Lei Miao took the soldier search card, looked at the arsenal of Nuoda, and made a mistake in his heart, this can't just choose one.

Pan Lei Miao's eyes rolled, and an idea suddenly popped up.

"Clan Grandpa"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing Pan Lei Miao call himself, the old man who was just about to sit down turned his head and asked.

"This... You see, there are 180 kinds of weapons in the world, and you are older and have seen a lot, so how can I find a weapon that suits me?"

Hearing Pan Lei Miao's question, the old man smiled. Over the years, almost every little guy who came to the draft asked himself this question. This little Lei Miao is quite polite. The old man looked at Pan Lei Miao, stretched out his withered fingers, turned around, tapped Pan Lei Miao's chest, grinned, showed his big white teeth and said:

"Hey, hey, from the heart"

After speaking, he stopped caring about Lei Miao, sat straight on the chair, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep. After a while, I remembered the snoring.

"Purr ~ Purr ~ Purr ~ Purr ~"

Pan Lei Miao, who was still thinking about the question of heart, couldn't help but show a wry smile when he heard the snoring sound in his ears.

"Forget it, let's go in first, I don't have any thoughts. Pan Lei Miao thought in his heart.

As soon as he thought of it, he raised his feet and walked towards the weapon rack.

Pan Lei Miao raised his eyes and looked, and his eyes were dazzled by the weapons one by one. In this moment, half an hour has passed, this from the heart, how to follow, still no clue. Looking at the weapons, I don't have a clue. The heart became more and more irritable.

Unable to do so, Pan Lei Miao had no choice but to sit down cross-legged and calm down.

The old man sitting at the entrance opened his eyes at some point, looked at the meditative Pan Lei Miao, and showed a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lei Miao took a deep breath, and gradually, his restless heart slowly calmed down. Gradually, Pan Lei Miao felt a slight difference. It seems that different swordsmen have different personalities. But I still don't know how it is.

It's better to practice than to think, since you don't feel clear, then pick it up and try it.

Wu, Pan Lei Miao opened his eyes and walked towards the weapon rack. First of all, Pan Lei Miao needs to determine one thing, that is, whether the character of the weapon is different due to different types, or whether each handle is different. If it's just because of the different types, it's better, if each handle is different, then it's troublesome, and there is less than half an hour left, and it's too difficult to choose the right weapon for you.

"Hiss~Whew~"

Taking a deep breath, Pan Lei Miao picked up a knife, the blade was three feet long, and the handle was about two fists long. The knife is the one who dominates the world, who else is me. The horizontal knife is immediate, who competes with it.

Shaking his head, Pan Lei Miao felt that this domineering character did not match him. took a few swords in a row, almost all of them gave Pan Lei Miao a domineering feeling, and at this time, Pan Lei Miao already had some confidence in his heart. In order to ensure his grasp, Pan Lei Miao felt the character of sword and whip weapons again. This is the affirmation in my heart, the character of the same kind of weapons is similar. I also understand why it is very important for a warrior to choose a good weapon.

However, the time for another stick of incense has passed, but Pan Lei Miao still hasn't decided what weapon to choose. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, whips and sticks, these ordinary weapons, Pan Lei Miao has felt them one by one, except for the humble gentleman of the sword who feels very comfortable for Pan Lei Miao, other weapons make Pan Lei Miao feel like strangers meeting, but the sword weapon, the feeling of giving Pan Lei Miao, still makes him unsatisfied. I always felt a little alienated.

"Myself, what weapon should I choose? Time, it's running out! I really can't do it, just choose that sword weapon, and let's continue to look down first. ”

Pan Lei Miao, while feeling the breath of various weapons, thought at the same time. Time is slowly slipping away. After reading the major types of weapons, there is no one that makes Pan Lei Miao feel excited.

"It can't be a weapon over there."

Pan Lei Miao frowned, and looked at the corner of the hidden arsenal, where the weapons, of any kind, could not fit into a weapon rack.

It's not that Pan Lei Miao is resistant to the types of weapons, but that a small number of weapons means that there are fewer people who use them. Correspondingly, there will be very few related martial arts. Or not in the stream, or top-notch. There is no other possibility.

I'm not looking forward to it, but it seems that I can only try my luck there.

Double-stabbed?

Hammer? not suitable

Not suitable

Sticks?

Hooks, hooks, forks, inappropriate, inappropriate, all inappropriate

"There are only axe soldiers left, and there is only one axe soldier in the arsenal of Nuoda, and no one has taken care of it, this... Forget it, give it a try. ”

But when he arrived at the axe area, he was even more speechless. The only axe, without a name.

After not being able to find the type of troops he wanted for such a long time, Pan Lei Miao finally calmed down, and once again appeared agitated. The rest of the time, there is less than tea.

"Well, it's a hunting patrol, what a strange name."

Suddenly, as he picked up the axe, there was a throbbing in his heart. It feels like a reunion of old friends. The name of the axe came to mind. Pan Lei Miao only felt that his brain was filled with question marks.

"Hum~"

Suddenly, the weapon that Pan Lei Miao had just picked up vibrate, and the blade of the axe, which was covered with patina, seemed to shine with a silver light.

Looking at the rusty plate axe in his hand, Pan Lei Miao couldn't believe it. There were so many weapons, but this axe alone made waves in his heart.

Pan Lei Miao tried to remove the patina, but found that he had exhausted his strength, but he couldn't get a piece of patina.

"Well, I can only choose you"

Horizontal cutting, vertical chopping, diagonal chopping

I tried it, and it was really good, and I felt handy. The only disadvantage is that the patina is a little clumsy.

"It's time to get out"

I estimated the time, and an hour was coming.

"Clan grandfather, I've chosen my weapon"

Walking to the registration office, looking at the old man who was still sleeping, Pan Lei Miao was patrolling with one hand and gently pushed the old man with the other.