"Okay!" Wei Siyuan put away the Tang knife, but because he couldn't hold it with one hand at all, he could only drag the Tang knife with his right hand, and the knife made a 'rustling' sound on the ground.

"Your qualifications are okay, but I have two conditions!"

Hearing Wang Qiang agree to teach himself knife techniques, Wei Siyuan's hanging mind suddenly became active. Although Wang Qiang said that there are two conditions, as long as he is willing to teach, don't say two conditions, even if it is three or four, he will find a way to complete it.

"First, you must not tell anyone the origin of the sword technique you have learned, and you must not teach it to a third person without my permission!

"Second, you owe me a favor! If I ask you one day, you must do your best, and you must not procrastinate!"

"That's it, no problem!" Hearing that these were just these two conditions, Wei Siyuan agreed. The first condition is his own duty, although he has not been in Oleite City for a long time, he has unconsciously understood the truth of not lightly passing on the law. And the second condition is a matter of human favors, and it is natural to repay the favors owed to others. Besides, it's just what we can do, and it should be.

"We have to sign a contract! Otherwise, I won't teach you!" Wang Qiang's voice was suddenly low and slightly hoarse. After working hard in Oklaite City for so long, integrity has always been illusory in his opinion, only interests are eternal, and only contracts can guarantee eternal interests.

"Sign the contract!" Wei Siyuan was a little sideways at Wang Qiang's serious attitude. He knew that if he passed the elite trial, he would have to sign a contract to truly join the martial arts hall and become one of the elites. But he had heard that the contract was passed down from the Otherworldly invaders, it was rare and harsh, and if he repented, the consequences would be far beyond his bearing. He didn't expect Wang Qiang to even get his hands on such a rare object as a contract.

"Uncle, what is this for? Brother Wei is not an outsider?" Wang Haoren, who was on the side, heard that his uncle actually wanted Wei Siyuan to sign a contract, and hurriedly stopped him. In Oklaite City, contracts are only signed when there is a significant interest, representing distrust on both sides. But Wei Siyuan is a benefactor of cheetahs, so it doesn't have to be like this.

"The contract must be signed, and if you sign it, I will really teach you!" Wang Qiang turned his head and waved his hand to stop Wang Haoren, who was a little restless, and his attitude was a little tough and terrifying.

"Okay, I'll sign!" Wei Siyuan thought for a while, although the contract limited himself and had a somewhat forced taste, it was still within his bearing.

Hearing that Wei Siyuan agreed to sign the contract, Wang Qiang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Wei Siyuan was the benefactor of the cheetah after all, if he didn't agree, he would also fall into a dilemma. At the same time, he also deliberately tried to test Wei Siyuan, if Wei Siyuan refused, it meant that he had a ghost in his heart, and then he would definitely be able to increase his vigilance to avoid Wei Siyuan from contacting the higher-contact cheetah secrets.

He fumbled in his arms for a moment, and pulled out a somewhat crumpled piece of paper, the texture of which was similar to that of vellum paper, but the edges were full of mysterious patterns and symbols.

"Swear by it, and drip a drop of blood on it!"

"Okay!" Wei Siyuan nodded, repeated what Wang Qiang said before, and then bit his index finger, and a drop of bright red blood emerged from his fingertip and fell towards the mysterious contract on the table.

As if there was some kind of magic power, the moment the blood touched the contract, it was sucked into the contract, leaving no trace of blood. Then, as if he heard some kind of murmuring, the contract on the table burned out of thin air, and the sound of 'booming' shone on the three witnesses in the tent. When the contract was burned, there were no signs of burning on the table, and there was no ash from the burnt paper.

"This should be over!" Wei Siyuan swallowed his saliva, the scene just now made him a little frightened, especially the murmur, which made him even more creepy.

"It's over! From tomorrow, I'll teach you sword techniques!" Wang Qiang saw that the contract was completely completed, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed, as long as the contract was signed, it meant that Wei Siyuan could be trusted.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Wang!" Wei Siyuan hurriedly bowed respectfully to Wang Qiang to express his gratitude.

"It's okay! As long as you don't bother me! Force you to sign a contract!" Wang Qiang laughed heartily.

"Haha, how could it be! I'm grateful that Uncle Wang is too late, how can I think Uncle Wang is troublesome to you!"

"Okay, it's not too early, Haoren, you take Wei Si away to rest. Siyuan, come directly to my tent tomorrow morning to find me!"

"Good!"

"Goodbye, Uncle Wang!"

Wei Siyuan and Wang Haoren left Wang Qiang's tent and went back to rest.

Early the next morning, Wei Siyuan came to Wang Qiang's tent early with his Tang knife to wait.

"What are you doing with a Tang knife?" Wang Qiang's voice came from the tent, and then Wang Qiang walked out with a rusty firewood knife in his hand and lifted the curtain.

"How can you practice without taking the Tang knife?" Wei Siyuan was stunned, he didn't notice the firewood knife in Wang Qiang's hand. In his cognition, it is natural to use a knife to learn knife method, otherwise why is it called knife method?

"Tang Dao give me first! This firewood knife is for you, and you can chop firewood today!"

"Ahh

"Really chopping wood?" Wei Siyuan asked tentatively.

"Of course, why do you give you a firewood knife if you don't chop firewood? It just so happens that there is not enough firewood in the camp, so you can chop it for a month first! Just burn it!" Wang Qiang returned as a matter of course.

"Okay!" Looking at the rusty firewood knife in his hand, Wei Siyuan wanted to cry without tears, the firewood knife is also a knife, so I don't know if this knife is powerful at chopping firewood.

Wei Siyuan said goodbye to Wang Qiang and found a dry bush on the outskirts of the camp.

"Eat me!" Wei Siyuan found the root of a shrub and slashed it down.

"It hurts!"

As soon as Wei Siyuan's knife touched the stalk of the bush, a strong anti-shock force rushed straight to the tiger's mouth where Wei Siyuan held the knife, making Wei Siyuan almost throw the firewood knife out at once.

While rubbing his tiger's mouth, he began to carefully examine the bush that could be seen everywhere.

The bush was dry, the leaves on the branches had fallen bare, and the roots were bare from the shaving of the branches, and there was a shallow mark of a wood knife cut on it.

"Is it because the firewood knife is too blunt? Uncle Wang means to let me learn to sharpen the knife first?" Wei Siyuan began to carefully guess Wang Qiang's intention to let him chop wood.

"Or do you want to persevere, and you can't retreat after suffering a little? Or can't you rely too much on weapons, because weapons that are too good will suffer?"

Suddenly, seven or eight guesses popped up in Wei Siyuan's heart, but it was useless, the bushes were still there, and the roots were still bare, as if mocking him for not even being able to chop firewood.

"Whatever! Sharpen the knife first, and then chop firewood! A month's amount, I don't believe that I, a peak martial artist, can't cut this firewood!"

(End of chapter)