After one night, Du Chengfeng felt that he had grown a lot.

In the past, due to the previous experience in the Yang ancestral hall, he had always been very concerned about "sharpening knives", so when preparing to deal with those war hammer bones, he also habitually wanted to use whetstones - this was of course impossible to do, how could the hammer head be sharpened to the edge.

But now, he has already figured it out.

It is more accurate to say that it is not so much "sharpening the knife" as it is "blade maintenance". The knife has the sharpening method of the knife, the sword has the sharpening method of the sword, and the method of maintenance is even more different when it is replaced by a whip and hammer.

But in the final analysis, the essence of the so-called sharpening of the knife is to understand the state of the blade, repair the dark wounds of the blade, and detect every trace on the blade.

It's just that this process, for most people, is somewhat dangerous.

"Hoo ......"

After wiping the last bone, Du Chengfeng, who came back to his senses, let out a sigh of relief.

Contrary to his expectations, it took more energy to polish these dozens of War Hammer Bone Duo than to polish those scimitars—and the reason for this was because the original holders of these War Hammer Bone Duo were generally stronger than those scimitar holders, and they killed more.

This surprised Du Chengfeng, originally he thought that it should be those Hu people who used scimitars to kill more, and Gu Duo, an extremely rudimentary-looking weapon, must be used by weaker miscellaneous soldiers.

But who would have thought that the algorithm of the Mobei grassland is completely different things, those who have a little family background will prepare a scimitar for themselves before going to the battlefield, but the scimitar may not be able to see blood a few times, but it is those grassland warriors who are so poor that they can't even afford a scimitar are more willing to wave the bones in their hands frantically and smash the heads of one opponent after another.

"Don't you look like a man...... The same goes for blades. ”

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh.

But he cared more about what he had just seen from the blades than the blades themselves.

Every time he sharpened a scimitar, he could hear a speech by Su Xiqing, and every time he wiped a war hammer, he could feel the fanaticism of a steppe warrior - these Hu people were not just brainless raiders and stragglers, their loyalty to Su Xiqing was even crazy, but all the grassland warriors with some ambitions regarded it as an honor to serve Su Xiqing, and under Su Xiqing's orders, they were even willing to die.

This also gave Du Chengfeng a deeper understanding of the enemy he was about to face.

It was not only a humanoid monster like a demon god, but also a leading general with a strong appeal.

"It seems to be getting harder and harder to fight......

As soon as he thought of the appearance of those grassland warriors raising their arms and roaring in the camp, Du Chengfeng's heart sank.

It is by no means an easy task to fight such a monster on your own, not to mention that the news on Yangjiabao's side will not be blocked for long. With Su Xiqing's keenness, I am afraid that he will soon find out that his brother went out to train but did not return for a long time.

Not enough, not enough power.

Even if he had mastered the way of polishing his body as a blade, and had a method that could fundamentally improve his combat power, the speed at which this method would take effect was still too slow after all.

Faster, faster, he needed some faster way.

And now, there is a shortcut right in front of him.

Just pick up the big axe with the ancient pattern at hand and chop more......

"Be honest."

The big knife struck on the blade of the axe, and Du Chengfeng's original desire to kill and see blood disappeared without a trace.

However, this time, although the axe was indeed honest, Du Chengfeng's heart could not be completely quiet.

Su Xiqing's fierce figure pressed down on his heart like a mountain, and in the face of such a strong enemy who almost couldn't see any weaknesses, no one could achieve true peace.

Could it be that Su Xiqing is really as his brother said, an all-rounder who can do anything?

"Probably not, there must be a solution."

Taking a deep breath, Du Chengfeng decided not to put pressure on himself and think of something easy to do for a while.

For example, take stock of the harvest from this polishing.

Maybe it's because the scimitar was thrown out of the door by him, this time his harvest is much better than before, these bone war hammers not only brought him quite a wealth of skills in the use of striking weapons, but also many of the blades, all with the unique methods of Mobei men to boil their bodies.

Come to think of it, the Guduo War Hammer has no sharp and no blades, and it still wants to hurt people, so it really needs to have enough strength.

If there is anything wrong with it, it is that these methods of boiling up the body are too harsh.

Some are carrying logs to run in the ice and snow, some are hitting the big trees with their bodies in the cold wind, some grassland warriors herding sheep will carry dozens of catties of sheep as exercise equipment, and some prairie warriors simply wield a big stick when they have nothing to do, from about ten catties of wooden sticks to hundreds of catties of heavy iron rods.

Of course, a heavy iron rod of hundreds of catties is definitely not suitable for the battlefield, but once the body gets used to this heavy weight, when it is replaced with a bone war hammer during the battle, it is extremely light, and a bone is as fast as the wind, and it can even be faster than a sword.

It is after such rigorous training that those Mobei warriors can polish themselves as strong as iron.

However, for Du Chengfeng, these are all okay, at least compared to the extreme practice method of "swinging three thousand swords a day" that he learned before, the training methods of these grassland warriors seem more reliable and feasible.

If you want to fight iron, you have to polish yourself into steel.

At this moment, Du Chengfeng had already decided that he wanted to try all these training methods.

He wanted to see where the limits of his will were.

"Come on! Continue »

But just when Du Chengfeng was about to refresh his muscles and bones before resting, someone pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

Knowing that the small courtyard could enter without knocking, it was naturally not a stranger, but what Du Chengfeng didn't expect was that it was not Carpenter Li, who was more familiar with him, but Yang Xuan, an old man who was not very familiar with him.

"Strong! Wedding! What a happy event! ”

Yang Xuan didn't even bring anyone this time, and rushed over at a trot.

"The strong man asked me Yang to help collect the blades before, and now I have received a good one!"

“…… Oh? ”

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng saw that Yang Xuan was holding a sheathed long knife in his arms.

The old long knife had never been unsheathed, and it looked unremarkable.

"You say this?"

"Strongman, this knife just looks plain."

Seeing that Du Chengfeng looked lacking in interest, Yang Xuan hurriedly handed over the knife.

"This knife is indeed cheap, yes, but it is the fast knife Liu Qingyun's personal sword, if it weren't for Liu Qingyun being approached by that Cui Yuan, and then being killed by someone in a duel, I'm afraid this knife can't be collected no matter how big the price is......"

"Are you waiting?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but be stunned.

"You just said, who killed whom?"