Qianye has another doubt. He can't feel the slightest wave of force from that girl. Either the girl hasn't cultivated the force at all, or she's already so strong that Qianye can't feel the wave of force at all. the point.
The latter is obviously not possible. Even a master like Uncle Wang can hardly hide his original force. How can such a young girl have more powerful power.
And if it's the former, it's also very strange. The real aristocratic families of the empire will never lack resources, and even if there is only a little bit of talent among their children, they will all be discovered. It is said that some aristocratic families also have secret techniques that can almost be called against the sky. Even if they don't have the talent of the original force, as long as they are willing to pile up resources, they can produce extraordinary talents.
It is obviously impossible for this young girl to be without talent, so it is very strange that she does not have the force, and there must be something hidden in it.
In addition, Qianye faintly sensed a familiar smell from the girl.
Qianye suddenly laughed at himself, what about that girl? Even if the girl did encounter some difficulties, problems that the huge family power behind her could not solve, how could he, a lowly blood slave struggling to survive among garbage and beasts, help her
A bag of bounty thrown out by one of the girl's servants is enough for him to spend several lifetimes in the wilderness. Moreover, Yu Wei was able to suppress the lawless expeditionary army. Not only did he not dare to rob him, but instead he showed further favor.
But all this is meaningless. Maybe it won't be long before the dark blood on him breaks out completely, and he becomes a corpse in a junkyard, dinner for scavengers and wild dogs.
Qianye re-covered the crystal box, blocking the breath of original force from the magic-breaking mithril bullet. If the three extremely precious magic-breaking mithril bullets are left exposed, the original force contained in them will continue to overflow, and it will dissipate in a few days, and these three bullets will become ordinary mithril bullets. bomb. Therefore, the solid force bombs that have been filled need to be stored in special containers.
This crystal box is a top-level container, which can isolate almost all the original force, and the original force bomb placed in it can be stored for one year! This crystal box alone is worth hundreds of imperial gold coins. In the past, the original force magazines distributed by the Red Scorpions could only keep the original force bullets inside for one month. And during this month, the power of the original force bomb will continue to decline.
The original force physical bullets are all infused with their own original force by practitioners of at least level three, and they also need to be fired with the original force gun. However, because infusing the original force bombs will slow down the progress of cultivation to a considerable extent, and at the same time it is not easy to preserve, so the average red scorpion fighters will only start to infuse the original force bombs before the battle, and there are almost no such ammunition transactions in the market .
Qianye put the magic-breaking mithril bullet back into the black silk bag, and put it back on the shelf. Due to the dark blood in his body, he instinctively wanted to stay away from these three silver bullets. At this moment, the weakness caused by the nightmare gradually subsided, his perception became sharp again, and he heard some strange voices from the next door.
It was the sound of men and women together, interspersed with the creaking and moaning of the bed frame. Next door is Manshushahua's guest room. Hearing the sound, Qianye knew that the big bed made of angle iron might collapse at any time due to the violent shock.
The woman screamed hysterically, and the man should be the one-eyed man, who seemed desperately trying to get his money's worth. In the room on the other side, there were some faint sounds. It was the sound of a person tossing and turning, and there were some low and ambiguous moans.
Min'er was in that room, alone, and she was doing something.
Qianye pretended not to hear it, and looked around to find something else to do.
But after a while, there was a bang bang sound from Min'er's room, it was her angrily smashing against the wall of Qianye's bedroom. There was no response after smashing it for a while, maybe she was also tired, so she calmed down.
Although the night was still deep, Qianye could no longer fall asleep. He settled down, went to bed and sat down, his mind gradually sank into his body, and began to practice the "Soldier Fighting Jue".
At this moment, under the mobilization of Qianye's consciousness, the original force in his body hit the original force node on his right hand like a tide. The original force in his body was sharp and sharp, and every impact would bring tearing pain to Qianye.
After Qianye had endured a full twenty rounds of force tides, he gradually restrained the force, leading them back to the two nodes on the chest and abdomen. After reaping the power, Qianye collapsed on the bed, and it took a long time to recover a little energy.
Qianye struggled to get out of bed, every muscle and meridian in his whole body was aching like fire. He looked at the alarm clock. He had practiced for three hours, and it was three o'clock in the middle of the night. The sound of physical impact was still coming from the next door. It seemed that the one-eyed man was determined to get his money back, but he didn't know which woman was so unlucky.
After practicing the Bingjue Jue, the cheerful voices of the men and women next door had no effect on Qianye. He took off his sweat-soaked clothes, soaked a towel in cold water, and wiped his body.
Qianye grew a few centimeters taller. He looked thinner when he wore the jacket, but after taking off the clothes, he could find that his whole body was covered with well-proportioned and powerful muscles, the lines were as thick as steel wire, without a trace of muscle. cellulite. The scar on his chest was nearly half a meter long, like a giant centipede.
After igniting the sea of gas node, Qianye found that the original force cultivated in this node was extremely violent and difficult to control. If the original force that Qianye cultivated now is a sharp sword, then compared with it, the original force of other fighters has not been unsealed at all.
The special origin force made Qianye's combat skills extremely lethal, but the pain and physical damage caused by the corresponding training were also much stronger than other people's. Although the Bingjue can be cultivated to the ninth level, but according to Qianye's current situation, he might explode and die when he reaches the sixth level.
Qianye stroked the upper arm of his left hand. There is also a scar here. It is palm-sized and has a square shape. This is a scar burned by Qianye himself, because there was originally a tattoo on this location, which was a scorpion with a red needle on its tail, which was also the military emblem of the Red Scorpion Army.
The empire has tens of millions of troops, and the number of Red Scorpions at full strength is only 10,000. Although Qianye squeezed into the Red Scorpion with the lowest standard, in the eyes of outsiders, he is a lucky kid. However, in reality, because of the injury on his chest, the original force that Qianye cultivated was much more violent than normal military tactics. The pain and shock he endured during the fourteenth round of the original force tide was already equivalent to the twentieth round of the original force tide by other fighters.
In the Red Scorpion, and several other elite legions, there is also a soldier king title. Only those who can withstand thirty rounds of the tide of the force can receive this title. Looking at the entire Imperial Army, sometimes there will be no new recruit king for a year. Traditionally, only the King of Soldiers can serve as the chief and deputy commander of the Red Scorpion.
Qianye once thought, if his original force was not so violent, would he still have a chance to become a soldier king
It's a pity that if it is an if, it will never become a reality. The hierarchy in the Imperial Army is strict, perhaps cruel but also the most fair. The military only looks at the results, not the process. Thirty rounds are thirty rounds, and one round cannot be discounted. Regardless of whether the force is as violent as fire or as gentle as water, you must endure thirty rounds of force tides before you can be considered a soldier king.
In the darkness, Qianye suddenly sighed deeply. All this has passed, and the Red Scorpion has become history forever. Just like the tattoo that was burned off by the branding iron, all the glory, force, status, and comrades-in-arms related to the Red Scorpion were buried. In his heart, there is only one scar left.
After that fateful night, Qianye knew that he could no longer live the life of an ordinary person.
Perhaps the only concern is the fate of Lin Xitang, but the lower continent is a completely different world to the middle and upper continents, and there is no news at all. Occasionally, Qianye could only comfort himself. For someone like Lin Shuai, if something serious happens, it will be reported one day even in such a remote place, right? Then no news is the best news.
After coming to the Eternal Night Continent, Qianye just wandered aimlessly at first until he entered Lighthouse Town. He fell in love with this place inexplicably, so he decided to settle down and opened the Manjusawa Bar with the few silver coins in his pocket.
The aborigines in the town were cunning and simple, and they quickly accepted Qianye's existence because the wine here was really good.
As long as the taste of Qianye's wine remains the same, no one will care about his identity. Even if Qianye is an authentic vampire, people will turn a blind eye.
Qianye walked to the wall, where there was a polished steel plate, which was the mirror.
The person in the mirror made him feel a little strange. Over the past year, Qianye's complexion has gradually become paler, and his face has also undergone some changes. His eyebrows and facial contours have become more delicate and soft. Although the strength of the body has been significantly increasing, the originally exaggeratedly strong muscles have been restrained, like the original energy alloy wire, very slender but extremely strong.
At this moment, the sound of the wall being bumped and knocked suddenly sounded outside, and then the bald police chief's characteristic loud voice came in through the many doors: "Qianye, come and help me repair the town gate! And you, One-eyed! I know you're here! I hope you haven't been drained tonight and can still move the steel pipe!"
One Eyed's reluctant voice came from next door: "I'm not done yet!"
"If you don't come out, I'll blast your balls!" The bald sheriff's threat was always so direct and effective.
Qianye quickly put on his clothes, walked into the lobby, and looked at the location where the original door of his bar was. There was no door frame left, but it was much easier to install an iron door than to repair the mechanically driven town door.
One-eyed came out from the corridor behind, also muttering. He was naked to the waist, and there were dozens of scratch marks on his chest and back, some of which were deep and bloody!
Qianye saw the blood on Cyclopedia's body, and his throat suddenly rolled up and down, and the sudden strong hunger and thirst almost made him groan.
"What's wrong with you, Qianye?" Cyclops asked a little strangely.
Qianye forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, I just envy you."
One-eyed laughed, touched his head a little embarrassedly, and said, "As long as you want, that bitch Min'er won't take your money at all! I really don't understand why you always reject her."
"I don't have any money for her." Qianye didn't seem to hear Cyclops' words.
"You should try it, she really won't take your money!"
The bald sheriff interrupted them: "Cut the bullshit, come and help me! I don't want us to live in a town without a gate when the dark season starts. Fix the gate and you two lucky guys won't need it this month." Tax paid."
The police chief, surnamed Zhang, always has a shiny shaved bald head and a huge belly that can hold a calf. He was able to secure the position of sheriff in Lighthouse Town, not only because he handled things fairly, but also because of his strength as a first-class soldier and the powerful shotgun.
Duoyan and Qianye followed the sheriff to the warehouse, and after a while, the two joined forces to carry a bundle of steel pipes to the city gate. At this time, the sheriff had already cleaned up the ruins, and after a greeting, the three of them came to the town gate that was blown down.