Chapter 7 The second function of the bronze coffin

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One sentence.

Li Shenzhi was immediately confused by the question from an old man over a hundred years old.

What's the meaning?

Could it be a boy's skill?

Boy boy.

Without showing off, he is.

Not only now, but also in the previous life.

Double-material virgin, the evil-proofing content is 200%.

This is not something worth showing off at all, it's easy to cut down.

At this moment, the old man glanced sideways and said contemptuously: "A woman will only affect the speed of drawing your sword."

"That... junior is still... in the future..."

"Well, help me up."

Li Shenzhi walked over quickly and helped the old man up.

"What kind of knife have you learned before?"

Old Xiong picked up his ghost-headed sword and walked towards the room.

"I have practiced basic sword skills."

"follow me."

The furnishings in the room were very simple. There were many knife racks nailed to the wall, with a variety of knives on them.

At a glance, there were no less than a hundred of them, and each one looked very tattered, with dried blood stains covering the surface.

"Choose one."

Looking at the knives on the wall, the old man said: "I picked these up on the battlefield. The owner of each sword has died in the battle."

Seeing that Li Shenzhi didn't move, the old man said, "Are you afraid?"

Scanning his surroundings, Li Shenzhi saw a long gray knife in the corner.

Clang!

This is a sword without a scabbard, in the shape of a horizontal knife, and there are inscriptions on the handle.

"Great Wall Calendar Year 742, Hengdao Pass."

The single blade is one meter and three meters wide and five inches wide. The back of the blade is very thick and covered with mottled rust.

"Have you chosen?"

After squinting his eyes and giving Li Shenzhi a sidelong glance, Old Man Xiong lit up another pack of cigarettes.

"Ahem...cough...ok, can you go?"

"Huh?" Li Shenzhi was stunned at this moment. What about teaching him the sword skills he promised?

"The old man has nothing to teach you."

Old Man Xiong looked at the knives on the surrounding walls and sighed: "You already know how to break a saber, why do you need the old man to teach you."

"Basic knife skills?"

Li Shenzhi reacted immediately.

Human martial arts practice originated from Kunlun Academy. Whether it is physical training or other methods, they were studied and practiced step by step in the academy.

Basic knife skills are the first moves introduced.

With the introduction of new martial arts, human warriors emerged in large numbers, and sword techniques were constantly improved, and many different techniques emerged.

"Breaking the army, daring to die in the army, breaking out of the camp, marching forward indomitably, risking death and surviving. This is the old man's broken saber."

"Been taught a lesson."

Li Shenzhi saluted the old man solemnly.

Before this, the reason why he did not practice other sword techniques was because he planned to learn them after entering the academy.

At this moment, after the old man's instructions, he suddenly reacted.

Many sword techniques nowadays are, in the final analysis, derived from basic sword techniques.

The basic sword technique is very simple, but it supported the backbone of the human race when martial arts was just emerging.

In order to deal with the crisis of monsters, the human race created this art from scratch, which focused on actual combat and killing. There were no superfluous moves. The swords were practical and the enemies were bloody.

With the gift of the knife and guidance from the old man, it is not an exaggeration to call him a teacher.

"Well, he is much better than Wu Anjun's reckless man. He knows how to eat a bunch of trash."

Looking at the Wu'an military uniform he was wearing, Li Shenzhi felt a little embarrassed.

"You haven't left yet, you took the old man's knife, and you still want the old man to take care of the food?"

Bang!

Outside the door, Li Shenzhi jumped out. The broken wooden door blocked the door frame. He was really blasted out.

Inside the door, the old man was holding a hammer and nails, banging on the broken door panels.

Seeing the old man busy, Li Shenzhi shook his head.

Why bother? He was so domineering at the beginning, but now he is so embarrassed in his cultivation.

The key is, you don't need his help, you have to fix it yourself.

What a stubborn old man.

Walking towards the outpost, many people came out along the way to help the Wu'an Army clean up the battlefield.

The corpses of the reservists and Wu'an soldiers who died in the battle were sorted out one by one and sent to the outpost for temporary placement.

Staff from the Department of the Interior are busy on the streets, registering information and preparing for the next pension work.

After returning to the outpost, Li Shenzhi walked directly towards the infirmary.

After entering, I saw Zhao Defang lying down with a sheath around his neck.

"Thanks."

Seeing Li Shenzhi approaching, Zhao Defang's lips moved.

Li Shenzhi sat down and asked with concern: "Can you die?"

"I can't die. I didn't expect that beast to practice the methods of the Demon God Cult. He transformed directly in front of me and kicked me out."

"What happened this time?" Li Shenzhi then asked.

The war was over, and he was still confused. The Blood God Cult was making such a big move, and someone within the organization was determined to be crazy.

"have no idea."

Zhao Defang grinned, but the pain on his body did not delay his smile.

There was a big battle tonight, and nearly a thousand people were strangled. There were only so many beasts in Jiangbei City.

The brothers' revenge has been avenged!

Although it was different from what he expected, he didn't care.

After taking a look at Zhao Defang, Li Shenzhi returned to the dormitory.

After a brief cleaning, I lay on the bed and narrowed my eyes slightly.

In his mind, pale golden demon blood rolled on the bronze coffin.

The size of this drop of demon blood is no different from the previous one.

"If you refine it now, will it not be exploded?"

Li Shenzhi thought twice about using the demon blood in the Qianjun realm, but he still didn't dare to use it.

The gap between the cracked stone and the Qianjun realm is too big. If he were in the mountain realm, he could barely give it a try.

Squinting his eyes, he thought of what Old Man Xiong said again.

Breaking the Saber is more about momentum, adding your own momentum to the moves.

As I was thinking about it, I was in a trance and wandering around the world.

In my mind, the bronze coffin exudes a misty green light,

Suddenly, Li Shenzhi noticed that the pale golden demon blood spread out on the bronze coffin, forming a blurry shadow.

The shadow stretched its body and performed a set of familiar chopping moves.
To be continued...