"Whether you can eat fragrant and spicy food in the future depends on this opportunity."

From the moment he mastered the second bone pattern, Wang Zheng reached the assessment standard of a martial artist. But becoming a martial artist, especially a junior martial artist, is just a starting point, and there is still a long, long way to go.

Being able to master the third bone pattern before becoming a martial artist will mean that Wang Zheng will be able to stand out, and he dare not say that he will emerge in the world, at least in Nanshan City, he will become a genius-like character.

With this aura, it is enough for me to find a good company when I graduate.

In fact, what Wang Zheng yearns for more is to become a free warrior.

To put it bluntly, free warriors are a group of self-reliant warriors, and they will have great difficulty along the way, and their growth will be much slower than other warriors. There will be no other warrior who will obtain the resources of the company or the group, and everything depends on himself.

But there are advantages, freedom, unconstrained, and not subject to the constraints of the company.

Free.

This alone is, in Wang Zheng's opinion, enough.

Joining a large company or a large group is a scenery, but they are like the thug bodyguards of these large companies and large groups, and they will serve them all their lives, like lackeys.

Wang Zheng's character he knows and can't stand these constraints.

If it was before, Wang Zheng would consider joining these large companies and groups, and he would have to think about his parents and them.

But now it's different, with a bone pattern guide assistant, Wang Zheng has enough confidence to rely on himself to break out a path of his own.

Wang Zheng silently held the battle knife, and his face became hideous.

"Kill ......"

Without hesitation, Wang Zheng moved and pounced on the iron-feathered bird that was still struggling.

"Borrow!"

Wang Zheng didn't save the texture force, when it should be used, he had to use it resolutely, this is a second-class and third-class iron feather bird, any one of them misses, his life will be thrown here. Wang Zheng believes that more than five tons of power will hit his body, and the result will be absolutely lifeless, and this force is enough to shatter his bones.

After consuming 2,000 points of texture power, Wang Zheng obtained the effect of [Borrowing Power (Small)].

"Almost two tons of power, that's enough." Wang Zheng calculated, but he was not slow in his hand, and the war knife slashed at the head of the iron feather bird.

The Iron Feather Bird naturally sensed Wang Zheng's approach, but it had just received a heavy blow from another fierce bird, and the nerves in its brain were damaged, making it difficult for it to even balance. The only thing you can do is to struggle to the death.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of the war knife slashing on his head, and the power that rebounded back, made Wang Zheng almost unable to hold the war knife in his hand.

Two tons of force smashed out, making this war knife twisted and almost scrapped.

The Iron Feather Bird was stimulated by the pain, and its nerves were damaged, and its reaction power was extremely sluggish, and there was no way to dodge Wang Zheng's knife. The twisted war knife, which is made of alloy, can imagine how powerful this force is.

The alloy sword, before the new century, was hard enough.

But now, in the strength of the martial artist in tons, it is not enough to see at all, and the power of these two tons alone makes it almost scrapped.

Wang Zheng's blow still had an effect.

After Wang Zheng's head was slashed by Wang Zheng, the iron feather bird's head was thrown around and smashed to the ground, and its body, which was slightly larger than the ostrich, was directly overturned to the ground. Subconsciously struggled, let the two legs of the Iron Feather Bird rub against the ground, drawing a crack that was deeply plowed into.

Wang Zheng's blow made the Iron Feather Bird's head even more confused.

"While you're sick, I want you to die."

How could Wang Zheng give up this kind of opportunity? The war knife in his hand was raised fiercely and slashed over. The Iron Feather Bird had no sense of counterattack, and it was impossible to dodge Wang Zheng's blow, and it was once again slashed by Wang Zheng to the wound on his head.

Blood gushed out, and this wound was cracked even more under Wang Zheng's two slashes, and the wound to the Iron Feather Bird was even greater.

In the second blow, the combat power in his hand finally couldn't withstand Wang Zheng's strength and was completely shattered.

Throwing away the war knife in his hand, Wang Zheng took off the battle shield in his left hand and put it on his right hand, and then with a frenzy in his eyes, he rubbed it violently, and rode directly to the back of the iron feather bird, and frantically smashed the battle shield on its head again and again.

Receiving a heavy blow, the Iron Feather Bird struggled to become even more crazy, it flapped its wings violently, and the powerful lifting force actually took Wang Zheng off the ground.

Wang Zheng's weight of hundreds of catties was completely ignored by the Iron Feather Bird.

Luckily, the Ironfeather lost its balance, allowing it to just toss and fly before smashing back to the ground.

Wang Zheng stubbornly clamped his legs around the neck of the Iron Feather Bird, immobilizing himself to prevent himself from falling. The battle shield in his hand did not stop at all, he had to deal with this iron feather bird within five minutes, otherwise he would need to activate the second [borrowing], causing even greater consumption.

Every time Wang Zheng smashed it down with his battle shield, it would make this iron-feathered bird tremble.

In the dark night, no one would have thought that this would happen in this valley.

"Ten times."

"Twenty times!"

Wang Zheng kept calculating, his right hand was numb and painful, but Wang Zheng still couldn't take care of it, except for smashing it frantically, there was no second move.

Gradually, the movements of the Iron Feather Bird became smaller and smaller, and at first it could still toss and fly, but in the back it only twitched on the spot, and even the mournful sound stopped.

But Wang Zheng, who was like falling into a daze, still didn't stop, and was still smashing again and again. The huge gap between the second and third ranks made Wang Zheng have only one belief in his heart, which is to seize this opportunity until one side falls.

"Ding, get 1300 points."

The prompt sounded, but Wang Zheng was still smashing as if he hadn't heard it.

"Whew, whew, whew......"

No matter how good his physical strength is, he can't withstand Wang Zheng's madness, and I don't know how long later, under the loss of strength, Wang Zheng finally stopped. The whole chest, as if it was about to explode, was a hot piece of the throat, making people hurt.

"Finally dead?"

Looking at the Iron Feather Bird being smashed to the ground by itself, and smashing into the dirt little by little, the flesh and blood were already blurred.

Wang Zheng turned over and slid directly on the ground, panting violently in his chest.

Now Wang Zheng has determined that the Iron Feather Bird is dead, and he was smashed to death here by himself.

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"The feathers of the iron-feathered fowl are counted by the roots."

Looking at this big iron feather bird, Wang Zheng showed a faint smile, the feathers of the iron feather bird are in the market, one is 500 yuan, and an iron feather bird has more than 100 feathers, which means that he can have an income of about 50,000 yuan just for the feathers of the iron feather fowl.

A pair of claws, worth about six thousand.

The pecking of the mouth is worth five thousand.

An iron feather bird is worth more than 60,000 yuan, and one is almost worth the results of his last night.

The real big head is not these materials, but the bone patterns on the iron feather bird.

Losing its vitality, losing contact with the bone pattern, and maintaining the muscles without the mysterious power of the bone pattern, it will not be as strong as alive. Otherwise, with the hunting knife in Wang Zheng's hand, it is impossible to cut the skin and flesh of the iron feather bird, this is an iron feather bird that has no damage even from the shell.

With excitement, Wang Zheng cut open the chest of the iron feather bird and removed two pieces of bone patterns with a faint halo from the inside.

As Wang Zheng thought before, this iron feather bird had two bone patterns.

Looking at this bone pattern that only emitted a faint white light, although it was just an ordinary bone pattern, it was still enough to make Wang Zheng excited. This is the bone pattern produced by the second-level fierce beast, and for Wang Zheng, who is only at this stage, its value is far greater than imagined.

The bone patterns produced by the second-level fierce beast are more complex, and the aura produced is even more intimidating.

Wang Zheng didn't absorb the bone pattern immediately, but put it in his pocket.

With a hunting knife, Wang Zheng began to dig down feathers one by one.

The market price of 500 yuan a piece, there will be at least 100 iron feather birds, which is a fortune that makes Wang Zheng's eyes red.

Wang Zheng was not worried that there would be other fierce beasts appearing, which was better, so that he could hunt more abundantly.

An hour later.

"Whew!"

Exhaling heavily, Wang Zheng carried a backpack of feathers on his back and disappeared directly into the valley of the night.

The Iron Feather Bird was stripped naked, and was thrown into the valley by Wang Zheng. If there is a means of transportation, Wang Zheng doesn't mind transporting the Iron Feather Bird back to the outpost town, its meat has a great tonic effect, and it is not a problem to sell it for two or three thousand.