In the early morning, the doors and windows were firmly closed, and Zhang Jiao, who had just been promoted to a Level 2 transcendent yesterday, was naked at home as usual, refining his body over and over again.

The experience accumulated in the realm of the level 1 stone axe gave him a deeper understanding of military force, and he discovered the unique mystery of level 2 military force as soon as he stepped into the realm of the bronze halberd.

I saw Zhang Jiao step and twist his waist and punch, making a dull sound of breaking the air, and when the fist was exhausted, his arm suddenly stretched out, and suddenly he grew half an inch, and he actually shook a flying insect in the air that was not within reach at all into flying ashes.

Although the insect is small, it has a lot of meaning.

This punch shows the special feature of the bronze halberd-level military force, which can slowly control the bones and muscles of the body.

By taking advantage of the stretchability of muscle fibers, the elasticity of tendons, and the ability of bones to stagger together, the length of hands and feet can be extended in disguise, and long-range attacks can be performed.

Its role is very similar to that of a popular fighting game "Street Fighter" in the Eastern Continent, a fantasy character named Darxi, who practices yoga.

It is in line with the characteristics of the 'Bronze Halberd', a cold weapon used in immediate combat, and its attack range is extremely long.

And there is a cloud in the ancient boxing scriptures, 'one inch is long and one inch is strong', and the difference in the length of sometimes half a centimeter in the samurai confrontation is the difference between life and death.

After completing the morning practice, Zhang Jiao, who felt a huge increase in strength, was satisfied, walked slowly, calmed down his qi and blood, and let the sweat gush out of his pores and drip on the ground like rain.

After resting, he replenished his water, washed up, strolled out the door, and took a bus to Xiongshan.

The Spring Festival is just around the corner, and at the foot of Xiongshan Mountain, Haijing's largest free market is full of people.

Zhang Jiao squeezed in the crowd and struggled up the mountain road, came to the commercial street, and went straight to the theme into the 'Shuyutang'.

Song Guanghui, who was dressed as a monk and had a fairy temperament, was fooling an obese guest to buy Taoist books at this time.

Seeing Zhang Jiao enter the door, he made a look to say hello, stood in front of the shelf against the wall on the left side of the shop, and continued to cherish it with a very cherished attitude, holding a tattered ancient book with raw edges in both hands, and said in a solemn voice: "Mr. Liu, if it weren't for your fate, you would be a person who understands and loves books."

I would never recommend this gem of the town store to you.

If you don't invite this first edition of the Shang Dynasty's "Dadong Song" away, if you really invite it away, please cherish it, don't let the ancient books be dusty and have a mistake.

Because that would be a catastrophe for civilization. ”

"Boss Song, it's just a book," the fat guest who had been caught in the words was stunned: "Even if there is a mistake, it can't be said to be a catastrophe of civilization." ”

Song Guanghui's hands trembled, revealing a surprised expression, "Books are the carrier of civilization, and there are very few complete copies of "Dadong Song", and my book is likely to be a unique product.

If it is destroyed, the truth of a piece of history will be annihilated in the long river of time.

How can this not be said to be a catastrophe of civilization?

That's it, that's it, Mr. Liu, it seems that I misjudged your style.

You shouldn't be the owner of this book, go see something else. ”

As he spoke, he was about to put the ancient books in his hand into an old sandalwood box on the shelf.

Seeing this, the fat guest hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Boss Song's movements, and said urgently: "Don't, don't, we've been talking for so long, why can't I be the owner of this book."

370 gold yuan is not, I bought it, and even wrapped the box for me. ”

"It's not for sale, it's not for sale. At this time, Boss Song picked up Qiao, insisted on putting the book away, and waved his hand again and again: "Mr. Liu, we are old friends, don't embarrass me." ”

"Buy, sell," the fat guest was angry when he heard this, and his eyes glared: "You sold the price, I bought it and agreed, this thing is mine."

You say you won't buy it if you don't buy it, so are there any rules?

Boss Song, I often patronize your business, you can't be so unauthentic. ”

I paid the money, took the bookcase, and with a triumphant smile, I walked out of the 'Yuyutang'.

Zhang Jiao looked at the sheep that blended into the crowd and sighed, "It's really the same life."

Some people are born with a golden spoon in their mouths, while others have to work hard to earn money the day after tomorrow.

With this uncle's intelligence, theoretically he should have bid farewell to the antique world a long time ago, and he is really rich and wealthy to be able to persist at this age. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about," Song Guanghui said with dignity while putting the gold yuan he had just earned into the counter drawer: "The intelligence of a dignified collector of ancient books, can you casually evaluate a kid who hasn't grown any hair."

Don't be so inflated just because I had a few polite words with you last time, I really don't know what's going on.

Last time in the Battle of Hongqiao on 8.3, you were able to get those loot because of your luck, right?

was pressed by the house, lying down to win the whole game. ”

Zhang Jiao didn't expect Song Guanghui's news to be so well-informed, and said in surprise: "Okay, Song Lao, the defense army has connections there, and you can also learn detailed transcript information, cow." ”

"That's it. Song Guanghui sighed and said: "Last time, because of a momentary mistake, I misestimated your strength, and I let you take a big advantage when trading..."

"Stop, stop," Zhang Jiao interjected: "Last time I bartered, I didn't make any cheap at all, at most, you made a little less."

Besides, didn't you say at the time, 'Luck is also a kind of strength', how can you change your hexagram now? ”

Song Guanghui was a little angry by Zhang Jiaoding, and leaned on the old man and said: "This time and that time."

If you are lucky once, can you still be good for the second and third time, and it is better to be down-to-earth. ”

Zhang Jiao laughed, called up the report on yesterday's ghost murder incident in the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall on Anle Street from his mobile phone, touched Song Guanghui's eyes and said, "Old Song, I'm afraid you didn't watch the news yesterday."

I was in the city center at noon yesterday, and I was seriously injured and forced to death by blowing up a demon by blowing myself up, and I received 9,000 gold yuan in compensation from the police department.

I came to you early this morning to buy raw materials, and I plan to make two more Waidan.

Why are there two, because yesterday I not only eliminated harm for the people, but also took advantage of the sense of urgency when I pressed the strong enemy, broke through on the spot, and was promoted to a level 2 transcendent.

Isn't it a kind of strength, you say, luck?"

Song Guanghui looked at the video of Zhang Jiao fighting with the mountain guest ghosts, and was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Boy, you are not only lucky, but you are indeed a bit of a chatter, and you are very valuable for investment."

If you don't want to buy the raw materials for making two Level 2 Military Dao Force Wai Dan for 9,000 gold yuan, it is indeed not enough to even have a cost, at least 15,000. ”