Legend has it that Zhang Liao didn't use a Yellow Dragon Hook Sickle Treasure Knife? It is made of meteoric iron, the knife is six feet long, and there is a hook and sickle on the back of the knife, and there is a blade, which can be chopped, chopped, hooked, and cut, and it is full of murderous spirit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The question is, what's going on with this tattered iron spear in front of you?! This is the guy who will eat by himself in the future! Why is it so rough!

Misplaced?

But the memory that came to Zhang Liao's mind clearly told him that, yes, the original Zhang Liao didn't have any Yellow Dragon Hook and Sickle Treasure Knife, only a big spear, but when crossing the river, the war horse was frightened, and the big gun fell into the water, so he temporarily found this iron spear......

Could it be that Lao Paper did something wrong in his previous life, he was sent by God to this time of the era, and he didn't even have a good weapon, a good horse, except for a useless busy dog, how can it be said that he is clean and clean? Never mind...... The goddess of history has been lost, and the iron spear is the iron spear, so let's use it first.

Zhang Liao grabbed the iron spear and swung it twice, weighing thirty catties, the whole body was made of pure iron, and after checking it, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his strength seemed to be very large, very large, bigger than his previous life, and even bigger than the original Zhang Liao.

You must know that in his previous life, he practiced a qi cultivation method with a lame Taoist priest, and he developed an amazing strength, and he was famous for his simple mind and developed limbs in school. Although he is not simple-minded, his strength is strong enough to ignore everything else, including his IQ.

About two months after he entered the county government to work, he encountered a large gang robbery and murder case, and wanted to take him hostage, he rushed over with a wild laugh without hesitation, picked up those robbers, threw them with both hands, and threw five or six people more than ten meters high like a juggling ball, which frightened the fierce elements to cry and cry for their mothers, and farted and urinated, and also frightened a group of bystanders.

Since then, Zhang Zhaohu has been called the golden-winged Dapeng by several old men in the county who tell stories, the first hero in the world, Zhang Yuanba! Of course, some people secretly call him Zhang Violent Tiger.

At this moment, Zhang Liao was surprised to find that his strength seemed to be greater, and holding a thirty-pound iron gun seemed to be holding a straw.

Could it be that his original strength has become one with Zhang Liao? Or did he get through the second vein of Ren Du and become a congenital master in martial arts novels? Or is the cultivation mentioned by Zuo Ci really useful?

Zhang Liao thought wildly, but he couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart, for a military general, natural divine power is a big capital, with this strength, he undoubtedly has a strong foundation, as long as he practices martial arts every day, he will one day be able to rank among the super generals, and Lu Bu, Dian Wei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, etc., to compete with these legendary heroes, it is undoubtedly a happy thing!

If you can create a weapon weighing seventy or eighty pounds, even if it is a simple iron rod, you can easily smash people's tendons and fractures, and die on the spot.

It seems that even if the little black dog is useless, he can mix in this Three Kingdoms, and he can fight invincible opponents all over the world at the very least, and he will be famous for eternity like Lu Bu. Of course, the premise is that Dong Zhuo has passed.

At this time, the shouts of Zhang Jian and Song Chao were already heard outside the barracks, as well as the footsteps of the soldiers gathering. Zhang Liao lifted the iron spear and was about to go out to practice, when the little black dog woke up and looked at Zhang Liao: "Boy, yes, you have to practice martial arts diligently, wait for the poor Dao Yuan Shen and memory to recover, complete the Dao Fa, and then teach you to cultivate." ”

As soon as he heard that there was no need to cultivate the Tao for the time being, Zhang Liao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't dare to practice the incomplete Dao method, in case he also became a cat or a dog, he couldn't stand it. In terms of mental cultivation, he is 108,000 miles worse than Zuo Ci, and Zuo Ci has fallen into such a fate, and he can calm down so quickly, he is not successful.

Outside the barracks, the sky was already slightly bright, it should be five or six o'clock, and the hourglass in the army also showed the hour.

Zhang Liao took a deep breath, the air in this era is indeed fresh, he didn't drink water all night, his throat was a little dry, and he didn't rest well, but the moist and fresh air suddenly made his mind clear, and his head, which was a little stuffy, also sobered up.

In the corner of the wide school field, Zhang Jian and Song Chao, the two generations of military marquis, were already gathering recruits and preparing for drills, and when they saw Zhang Liao coming out, Zhang Jian asked Song Chao to gather the recruits first, and he came over with a black-faced man.

Zhang Jian is a brother of Zhang Liao, just eighteen years old, good martial arts, from Bingzhou followed Zhang Liao to Luoyang, and later went to Hebei with him to recruit troops, is Zhang Liao's very trusted right-hand man.

As for the black-faced man behind Zhang Jian, Zhang Liao also recognized that it was Yang Han who inadvertently caused the tragedy of Zuo Ci. This Yang Han was originally a hunter in Hanoi County, because of his good archery skills, he was called into the army by Zhang Liao, and on the way back to Luoyang, he picked up a little black dog and carried it back. Unexpectedly, the little black dog ran into Zhang Liao's barracks last night, which led to Zuo Ci's tragedy.

Seeing Yang Han, Zhang Liao thought of Zuo Ci Daxian, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he was a little secretly funny, I don't know how crazy Zuo Ci should be when he saw this Yang Han.

"Sima." Zhang Jian came to Zhang Liao and told Yang Han to fetch a bowl of water, and he reported the situation to Zhang Liao in a low voice: "The situation in Xiyuan is very wrong, there are Qiang Hu soldiers everywhere, and the younger brother led people to inquire about the situation, but they were all stopped back, and even Zhao Wu and his brothers who stayed in Xiyuan couldn't find it." ”

Zhang Liao's face remained unchanged, patted the shoulder from the bottom, and said with a smile: "It's okay, when Brother Wei meets Mrs. Dong today, everything will be fine." ”

He inherited Zhang Liao's memory, and the feeling that this younger brother gave him was undoubtedly very kind, after all, he was a clansman, and he was the most trustworthy person in this era.

And Zhang Jian has always been convinced by Zhang Liao's brother, and when he heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said excitedly: "That's good, junior brother is going to train these recruits, this time we are recruiting all good seedlings." ”

Zhang Liao looked at Zhang Jian's look of respect for him, and couldn't help but smile slightly bitterly in his heart, if Zhang Jian knew that even the assassin of Bingzhou Ding Yuan was killed by Dong Zhuo, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy. In fact, he himself is not so sure about seeing Dong Zhuo, even if he can save himself from dying, the future may not be easy. Originally, when Zhang Liao was under Dong Zhuo, he was really unknown, and even many people in later generations did not know that Zhang Liao had worked under Dong Zhuo, obviously Zhang Liao was not so good in those years.

At this time, Yang Han fetched a large bowl of warm water, Zhang Liao took it, raised his head and drank two sips, and suddenly felt that his throat was much more relaxed, and his whole body was shocked.

Yang Han watched Zhang Liao drink water, scratched his head, and couldn't help asking: "Sima, did you see the little black dog I picked up last night?" ”