"This is the collection room of the martial arts hall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Following Tyke's guidance, the Sith entered a large room.

The room was lit with a slightly dim light.

Under the yellowish light, the room is flattened with wooden cabinets, each about two meters high, divided into two layers, the upper layer is white transparent glass, and the lower layer is a wooden door.

Each cabinet is spaced about two meters apart, forming a wide aisle.

Walking in the aisle, through the glass, you can see that there are various styles of antiques in the cabinet, but among them, the real and the fake, the false and the true, the Sith does not dare to be interested, because although there are many things in this cabinet, none of them can cause the Sith potential to beat.

As the potential points are absorbed, the Sith does not need to touch objects to be aware of the potential points, as they did at the beginning.

"Huh. The Sith stopped, and reached the end of the hallway.

A long knife hangs from the top of the corner.

"Tyke, is this?" Sith looked up at the quaint long knife in the corner, it was already covered with dust, and it looked like a long knife that had been abandoned for a long time, and no one had maintained it.

"Sith, do you mean this knife?" Tyke was tall, and he reached out and took the long knife from the top of the corner, his movements slightly rude and mixed with thick dust.

However, the Sith turned a blind eye to the dust, and took the long knife, and suddenly a huge potential point surged from the location where the Sith came into contact.

At this time, Sith noticed that the value of the potential point below the field of vision was like a drug, and it suddenly rose and went up.

507%，557%，607%......

It is almost 50% of the benchmark for growth.

"Sith, Sith, Sith. At this time, the Sith felt someone push his shoulder, and suddenly remembered that his current position was still in the collection room of this martial arts hall.

However, at this time, the huge attribute points have become like a trickle, not as good as the raging river before.

At this moment, he noticed that the potential value had risen to 1572%, but in such a short period of time, the potential point had risen by 10 points, which was really a bit terrifying, and suddenly made the Sith feel a kind of happiness came too suddenly.

With a slightly reluctant look, the Sith put down the long knife in his hand.

"Tyke, what is the origin of this knife?" Sith asked with a slight doubt, at this time he had a feeling that once he knew the origin of this knife, it would be easier to find attribute points.

In fact, it wasn't that he wanted to ask, if it was an ordinary antique, the Sith would directly activate the skill Antique Appraisal Technique, but when he encountered this knife, the Sith encountered something that the Antique Appraisal Technique couldn't identify for the first time, so Gu would ask it.

However, seeing Tyke frowning, he said with a somewhat cautious face.

"This is an ominous knife, called the Knife of Doom, which has been placed in this martial arts hall for more than a hundred years, and has never had an owner, because anyone who holds this knife of doom will encounter bad luck, so no one dares to use it so far, and can only use it in this corner of the wall. ”

"I advise you to cancel the idea of owning this long knife, you see that you now have thin arms and legs, holding this long knife, it is estimated that within three or two days, you will be entangled by the power of bad luck on this long knife. ”

"Is it really that magical?" said the Sith vaguely believing what Tyke said.

"The world is so big, and many things can't be handled by common sense. ”

"What you say is not unreasonable. The Sith nodded, but his mind quickened.

"Since this long knife is called the Knife of Doom, is there other things of Doom as well?"

"Well, yes, I've seen the Ring of Doom before, and I've seen rumors of the Doom Crown in the newspapers, and those are the great horrors, and I remember that there were often exhibitions of Doom in Slok's Palace. ”

"However, the time of each exhibition is not fixed, and the royal family is very interested in the things of doom, and I have been here to ask if I want to sell the Knife of Doom, but I am not short of money, and this Knife of Doom has a history of hundreds of years in the martial arts hall, so it is really unreasonable to sell it to the royal family, even if he can only be shelved now. Tek said as he pinned the knife back into the corner.

"But I'm still a little curious about where this thing of bad luck came from, so how can it have such abilities?"

"I don't know about you, but I do know a little bit about where they came from, they all come from a place called Sky Island. ”

"Sky Island?"

"Yes, but who knows if it's true or not?"

When the Sith left.

I saw that Tek had an extra small book in his hand.

The golden fountain pen looks particularly small under the huge palm of Tektron's hand.

"There is no breath stimulated by the blood, and there is not even a little sequelae, which is very strange, and Subject 7 still needs to be studied. After writing this paragraph, he put the small notebook into his trouser pocket, and then walked around the martial arts hall like a normal person.

Back in the antique shop, the Sith came to mind what Tyke had said earlier.

"Bad Luck, well, the next plan is to go in search of the Bad Luck Thing. However, before looking for the object of bad luck, you must also make good use of the sudden potential point that comes. ”

Power 0.51

Dexterity: 0.22

Constitution: 0.42

Spirit: 0.27

Potential: 1572%

Abilities: Primary Night Vision, 1st Order Transformation (incomplete)

Skill: Arran Script: Beginner, Hieroglyphs: Beginner, Sequoia Mystic: Intermediate.

Combat effectiveness: 7.8

But where should it be added?

The Sith fell into a brief thought,

I recalled the scene of the night of the battle, and now I think back to it, I realize that my combat experience is very insufficient, the means are very scarce, there is no effective means, but the final result of relying on physical data alone is to exchange injuries for injuries.

What if you don't have any extra potential at the time?

What will the end result be?

Am I going to be killed like this?

Scenes recurred in the Sith's mind.

Although the Sequoia Secret Method is very good, this is an auxiliary secret method, which can only increase the value of various attributes of the body, but there is no combat skill at all, although the increase of the various values of the body is an essential improvement in combat effectiveness.

But if you don't know how to control the power of the body, it will be a great waste of the body's strength.

It's not a nice thing to do.

What a headache.

The Sith touched his head.

"Hey, what are the Sith thinking?" a crisp voice woke the Sith from his musings.

"Oh, nothing. Sith looked up, it turned out that Michelle was here, and saw that she was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, a white short-sleeved top, black trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes, and the whole person looked a little beautiful.

"Today is a school holiday, we are going to organize an outskirts activity, I want to ask you if you want to go?"

"Outing?, don't you know your classmates?" said the Sith with an unnatural look.

"Anyway, I'll just say you're my friend, and they'll bring their friends with you, so you don't have to worry, you don't know very little anyway, so you don't have to worry. Michelle looked excited, her eyes fixed on the Sith, as if to say, you hurry up and agree, hurry up and agree.

"But. When the Sith wanted to say something, Michelle directly interrupted the Sith,

"There's nothing good about it, Grandpa Mi has already said hello over there, so you don't want so much. ”

"Okay, okay. Sith shook his head helplessly.

"Yay. Michelle jumped up and looked very happy.

"Then let's go. Michelle was the first to walk out of the antique shop.

"Go, go. At this time, Old Man Mi came out of the antique shop with a wicked smile on his face.

The Sith also expressed helplessness in this regard.

Sitting on the bus for the first time in this world, wooden chairs with metal legs, the Sith felt like he was back in the eighties.

The bus is very noisy, especially when it starts, and you can feel the car vibrating wildly.

At the same time, there is a particularly strong smell of gasoline.

It was about an hour of walking.

The Sith and their arrival at the station on the outskirts of the country was already among the many people waiting at the station.

"Hey, Michelle, you're here. When Michelle got out of the car, a stout boy came up.

"Yes, Bruce. Michelle smiled faintly.

"Who is this?"