A moment later, under the leadership of the black-robed man Grace, Ye Han and the two came to the left side of the second-floor warehouse, under the most remote corner.

"That's it. ＂

Grace spoke.

Ye Han only took the first look and found the target. Because it was a little different from the previous look, on the entire stone platform, there was just a lonely knife.

The style of the knife was very inconspicuous, I don't know what material it was, but the surface was covered with rust spots, and a thick layer of stone, which seemed to have been weathered and mottled all over.

The blade is the width of the palm and the length of an adult's arm, and the handle is connected to the blade, wrapped in ancient stone. The entire blade can only be seen in a general outline, the blade is gone, and it is wrapped in ancient stone, which looks very dull.

"This is it?!" Ye Han raised his eyebrows.

"Not bad. Grace nodded, looking at Ye Han's still somewhat disbelieving expression, he smiled.

"Don't underestimate it, you can try it, it's a portion. ＂

Hearing Grace say this, Ye Han was skeptical, and stretched out a hand to hold the hilt of the knife. Suddenly, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the stone knife seemed inconspicuous, but the weight was extremely deep, as soon as he took it, he didn't pick it up at once, and he suddenly became interested.

He knew his own strength very well, and if he could not pick up an item at once, the density of it must be amazingly large. This blunt knife looks ordinary, but I'm afraid the material is not ordinary.

So he increased his strength again, and as soon as his arm was forced, the muscle fibers of the forearm were pulled, and the terrible force surged directly into his right hand, and he lifted the blunt knife up.

"Bell!"

Ye Han slammed down hard, and the entire blunt knife actually smashed the ground out of the crack and embedded it.

"What a heavy portion!"

Ye Han couldn't help but exclaim, he looked at Grace on the side, and said, "What material?

Grace shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do!"

"This knife was actually accidentally found on a lonely peak in the Luojia Mountains when the tribe went into the mountains to hunt more than ten years ago. At that time, it was stuck in a large stone at the top of the peak, and I don't know how long it had been placed, but because it was strange, the tribesmen blew the stone and dug it out. It's a pity that because the weight is so heavy, it is not easy for ordinary clansmen to lift it, and it is even more impossible to use it, so no one has used it so far. Although I don't know what material Lu Dao is made of, but, according to the speculation in the tribe. I'm afraid the origin of this knife is not simple, it is very likely that it is a weapon that surpasses the ninth level, or even the bronze level or above."

Hearing him say this, Ye Han's heart couldn't help but move, and he asked.

"Uncle Grace, what kind of grade is this bronze? I've seen a precious tome before, and it's marked bronze. At that time, I had doubts, and now, you said that the level of this blunt knife is also above bronze. So how is this bronze divided? Could it be that the level above the ninth level is the bronze level?"

Grace glanced at him, a little surprised that he would ask such a question, and after a moment of deep thought, he spoke.

"Actually, according to your strength, you should know the way. You should know that in the tribe, the level of warriors is divided into nine levels, but this nine levels, in the eyes of the real powerhouse, is not actually the end, but only a starting point. Ninth-level warrior, exercising the body, strengthening the body, the only role. It's just to lay a good foundation. ＂

He said slowly.

"Laying the groundwork?"

Ye Han couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, the powerful ninth-level warrior was actually only an entry-level warrior. The only role is to lay the foundation.

So, how strong should the real powerhouse in this world be?

"Yes, it's about laying the foundation. ＂

It seems that he has long known that Ye Han will definitely show such an expression, Grace was not surprised, he said lightly.

"Ninth-level warrior, it's just a beginner. Only those who have broken through the shackles in their bodies, comprehended a trace of martial intent, and entered the "battle realm" can barely be called a master, or a strong man!"

"Martial Intent?!"

Ye Han frowned.

"Yes, it's martial intent, it can also be called martial intent!"

Grace nodded and continued, "This kind of thing can only be understood, not spoken. To be precise, it is actually the firmest belief in the heart of every soldier, and only by relying on this belief can we break through the shackles in the body and enter a new level, which is the so-called bronze level. ＂

"According to the human fighting energy system, or we are divided by the fighting strength of the beastmen, the first to ninth level warriors are called black iron level warriors, and after surpassing the ninth level, they are called "battle realms" or human "fighting realms", and they are divided into bronze level, silver level, gold level and even more terrifying, unfathomable realms, then it is not something we can speculate. ＂

"But one thing is certain. ＂

Grace paused, looked at Ye Han, and slowly spoke.

"Although the ninth-level warrior is powerful, it is only like in the eyes of ordinary people. In the eyes of those true experts, only those who have crossed the threshold of martial intent and entered the 'battle realm' can barely be called a master or a strong person, and can they be worthy of gaining a foothold in this world, being recruited by all sides, and establishing their potential! Otherwise, it is like those weapons or exercises of the first to ninth levels, although in the eyes of ordinary people, they are already very cherished, but in the eyes of those who really have a level, they are actually not in the stream. Unless it is a bronze-level exercise, it can be regarded as precious, just like the "Twelve Totems of Minotaurs" in our tribe!"

Ye Han heard that he seemed to be worth it, so he asked.

"And what level is my father now?!"

"I don't know!" Grace began, "Lord Reilly is the number one master of the entire Ironhoof Tribe. His comprehension is amazing, he broke through to the 'battle realm' a long time ago, and as for his true strength, no one has ever known. ＂

Ye Han thought in his heart, this cheap dad was hidden deep enough, and even the closest people around him didn't know how strong his true strength was.

That's the real scary.

However, after he said this, Ye Han no longer hesitated, and completely chosen, the heavy knife with a mysterious origin.

"Did you really decide to want this knife? ＂

Grace asked.

"Well, I'm sure I won't change it anymore, that's it. ＂

Ye Han nodded.

"Okay, now that you've chosen your weapon, let's go!"

Grace said.

The two of them left the treasury of the Ironhoof tribe together.

Arriving at the door, Grace spoke.

"Are you really going to leave now and say hello to them again?"

"Since you have to leave sooner or later, it is better to break it off, so as not to be bitter about parting!"

Ye Han replied with the package and the heavy knife on his back.

"Take care. ＂

After speaking, he no longer hesitated, and strode outside the Iron Hoof Tribe.

Leaving only a long trail behind him, deep shadows.

His quaint singing voice was heard all around.

"Walking in all directions, the road is long, and the water is long"

Grace, dressed in a black robe, watched, and his back faded away.

No one knows the road, just on the top of the highest peak of the Iron Hoof Tribe. A tall, mountain-like figure was silently watching