Meng Aman hesitated and said, "Are you supposed to go?" ”

"Hmm." Chen nodded, "So why nine, but I can only choose from six?" ”

He had no reason to refuse.

I now lack the experience of truly primitive and wild fighting.

If you don't have this task, you'll find a way to figure it out.

Now that you can still get the reward and the master's belt, why don't you agree?

Meng Aman opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his mind was in turmoil for a while.

Should Chen Jing be righteous, or should he be said to be clear-minded?

After all, these complicated things turned into a sigh and came out of the mouth.

"I'll take you to choose." Meng Aman whispered, "As for why it's six." ”

"Among these nine treasure soldiers, there is one that can only be used by my Meng family's bloodline."

"One is for my father's use, and the other is for my own use, so naturally there are six left."

Chen Jing said "oh" and nodded his head.

Such.....

"Except for the treasure soldiers that can only be used by my Meng family's bloodline, there is no difference between the others." Meng Aman was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained, "It's just that the types are different, and they are used according to personal preferences." ”

"Like the one I use, it's a pair of knuckle tigers."

He pulled it out of his waist and took out a pair of yellow blades.

The whole body is brass-colored, but the sheen is unusually bright.

Under the mystical vision.

It blooms with treasure and is extraordinary.

"I'm better at punching and kicking, so I used this." Meng Aman showed it and put it away again, "My father used a long stick. ”

"You probably haven't learned the blade."

"Do you have anything you like?"

Chen Jing pondered.

Weapons in words......

The first thing that popped out of his mind was knives and swords.

The knife is because it is very handsome, and he himself prefers it.

As for the sword, it was because Yu Huanzhen and Ji Baizhi both used swords, and it was most convenient to ask them for advice.

But consider the intensity.

Guns, spears, and long knives are better, one inch long and one inch stronger, and at the same level, whoever has a farther attack distance will have a greater chance of winning.

I don't know if there are any of those six weapons.

And my situation is a little special.

The green bottle method and the golden lotus method are studied first, and the technique is the main means of attack and killing.

Weapons in words...... Can only assist.

In this way, the necessity of choosing a long soldier is not so sufficient - his own bottle can be thrown more than ten meters away.

"Didn't think about it." He shook his head, a little distressed.

Meng Aman asked again: "The master didn't arrange it for you?" ”

Chen nodded his head.

"In that case, I recommend the long soldier." He spoke, without hesitation, "The longer the blade, the greater the advantage." ”

"You have a yellow sorghum realm, but you don't have to worry about not being able to learn this."

Between words.

They walked through the chaotic alleys, through what was supposed to be the main street, but now it was surrounded by mud houses and tiled houses, and only a crack was left to traverse the street, and came to the city lord's mansion.

Saying "house", some exalted it.

It's just a neat-looking bungalow courtyard, with a single door in and out, and a crooked plaque hanging on the door, with the words "city lord" written on it.

It doesn't look like a building left over from the Boom Era.

"You live here?" Chen Jing was surprised, "It's not like you can't find a better house in the city." ”

Compared to the scavengers, this kind of home is already comfortable, but ...... Compared to the identity of the city lord.

It can be described as "shabby".

Meng Aman smiled: "This is already very good. ”

"It's not that I can't find it, it's that it's not necessary."

"Compared with the current population, Yuncheng is too big, so Heavenly Grandfather gathered them together and settled the displaced people with this street as the center."

"Although my Meng family has the people of the city lord, they are nothing more than homeless people in a better situation."

"Grandfather said that since they are all homeless, there is no need for such a big gap."

At this, he puffed out his chest with pride.

"This courtyard was built by the hands of Heavenly Ancestor's father, and it was repaired from generation to generation to become this scale."

"It's a far cry from the Prosperity Era."

He looked back.

The streets are chaotic, and the scavengers with bowls are returning with laughter.

More scavengers are heading to the shopping street with bowls.

There are not many children, scattered in the ranks.

"But at least in the wasteland, here, in Yuncheng, we have built a city of our own."

Chen Jing didn't speak.

Meng Aman pushed the door open and led him in.

Walk straight to a small room in the east corner of the courtyard.

Turn the lock on.

The smell of dust and decay came to my nose.

He clapped his hands.

The dim and windowless room was immediately bright, and a yellow spar hung from the roof, emitting a warm, bright yellow glow.

"Wait, it's a bit of a mess, I'll flip it over." Meng Aman was slightly embarrassed and rushed into the house first.

Chen Jing was stunned.

Different from the secret room where I imagined that the weapons of the gods were stored, this was a utility room.

Messy piles of all kinds of objects.

Some of the remaining civilizations - books, picture scrolls, archway steles; Bloodstained, old, unusable blades, they may have a heavy story; There are also some strange objects that can't be used for or made of, which should be the "Treasures of the Prosperous Era" on the exchange list provided by Meng Aman.

Fortunately, I was sober at the time and didn't change these things.

It looks almost indistinguishable from garbage.

Soon, Meng Aman took out a few brocade boxes from the depths of the house, dragged them out, and opened them at the door.

Six blades, on display.

A simple knife, a long soldier of more than two meters, the handle of the knife is two-thirds of the length of the blade, and it is a murder weapon.

A long sword, two-thirds the length of the Pu knife, with eight sides, is quite extraordinary.

A horse chopping knife, about the same length as the Pu knife, except that the handle is shorter and the blade is longer.

The remaining three are not long soldiers.

A small hand axe, the axe body is about the same size as a fist, it is the best looking among several weapons, with a golden body and jade handle, and an auspicious treasure.

A pair of melon hammers, the hammer surface is printed with a tiger pounce pattern.

and a short straight knife, about sixty centimeters.

"Long soldiers are the most used in history." Meng Aman opened his mouth to introduce, "Heavenly grandfather made the Pu knife." ”

"Great-grandfather used a horse chopping knife."

As he spoke, he paused, trying to guess Chen Jing's train of thought, and pointed to the hand axe and the short knife: "These two weapons have not been used since they were forged, and they are brand new. ”

Chen nodded his head.

It doesn't really matter if it's new or old.

Under the mystical vision.

The spiritual treasures of several weapons are similar, there is not much difference, and the quality is almost the same.

Even the most used soldiers are spiritually intact and have no defects.

It's up to you.

In the future, whether it is necessary to focus on the technique and supplement it with weapons, or whether it is mainly about weapons and supplemented by techniques.

He frowned: "Let me think again, and I'll reply tomorrow." ”

"No problem." Meng Aman replied, retracted the boxes, stuffed them into the depths of the room, and locked them down.

He casually talked to Chen Jing about the difference between the two types of weapons.

But......

Speaking of which, it is still more recommended to be a long soldier.

Short soldiers have the advantage of being more agile in lanes and narrow terrain, and in addition, they are crushed by long soldiers almost everywhere.

Although monks are not mortals, after reaching the high level, the supernatural skills have no strong connection with these blades.

But......

Even as far as the Heavenly Gate Realm, it can't escape the influence of weapons.

Wait until noon.

Chen Jing didn't stay to eat, so he hurriedly rode back.

Encountering some fierce beasts didn't cause much trouble.

Return to the safe house, take off your glasses, and exit the game.

He plans to ask them in his post, not necessarily taking their opinions, but at least brainstorming to see if he can come up with any useful new ideas.