Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 130 Spear and Bai Linger
"Take it and try it."

A slight smile flowed from the corner of Wang Boxhan's mouth.

"Thank you, Master!"

Wei Zheng thanked him, wiped his hands on his sleeves, and then respectfully took the gun tip from Wang Boshan with both hands.

Seeing Wei Zheng's actions, Wang Boxhan nodded slightly.

My own vision is indeed good.

Zheng'er is a person who knows the general situation and knows how to advance and retreat. Don't worry if you pass it on to him yourself.

However, whether Wei Zheng can control it or not is not something he can take care of.

As soon as he got it, Wei Zheng's eyes lit up.

This gun tip is extremely heavy!

Even when I first took it, my arm couldn't react for a moment and it sank.

this weight.
Wei Zheng only felt two words.

smoothly!

One of the main reasons why I didn't use weapons before was that the weapons I could use were really too light. They felt light and awkward in my hand.

But this gun feels just right in the hand!

If you add a gun barrel, there is no doubt that it is definitely the most suitable long gun for you!
The moment he took the spear into his hands, the light blue panel also appeared in his eyes.

[Ujin Howling Soul Spear (gun head) Lv1 0/500
A sharp weapon that can break all things, shake evil and exorcise demons】

Wei Zheng was shocked!
The experience required for this gun is actually [-]!
You must know that the experience of upgrading this golden finger is closely related to the quality of the items.

The thing I have seen the most so far is my own fish scale armor, which requires 80 experience points to upgrade. I thought it was a lot, but this gun can hold up to six armors!
This is the only artifact I have seen so far!
Seeing the change in Wei Zheng's expression, Wang Boxhan smiled softly.

This apprentice is indeed a wise man.

"This gun was originally given to me by my master before his death. Unfortunately, I am old now and it is no longer useful to keep it. You were the one who deserved it back then. Do you like it?"

How dare Wei Zheng not like it?

Such a good thing is hard to find even with a lantern.

Master actually gave it to me like this!
"Disciple thanks Master!"

"Hahaha!" Wang Boxhan gave a long smile and put the gun back.

"Wait, boy. After a while, when I notify you, come and get this gun. Remember, you need to replenish more energy and blood before you can pick up this gun! Otherwise, you won't be able to wield this magical weapon. But it became a reminder.

Naturally, a good gun must be paired with a good barrel. Wait for me to equip it with a sacred iron wood pole in three days. Then, you will come and get it! "

Wang Boshan smiled, but suddenly changed his topic and stared at Wei Zheng leisurely.
"Zhengzi, with this gun, you don't have to be so scared when you go out at night."

Wei Zheng nodded quietly.

It seems that the master does know more or less about the cat demon.

If that's the case, can this gun have a special effect on the so-called cat demon?

"This gun is made of black gold-grained steel. Black-gold grained steel is very rare in the world. Even the big men in the inner city may not be able to get such a precious thing.

Black-gold patterned steel is different from ordinary iron. It can even repair itself with elements in the blood. In other words, this thing is different from ordinary iron. Iron becomes dull with more use, but this thing becomes sharper with use. sharp! "

Wei Zheng quietly looked at the sharp tip of the Wujin Spear. While he was shocked, he couldn't help but sigh to himself.

This gun is already so sharp, it is conceivable that many people must have died under its tip.
It wasn't until evening that Wei Zheng came back from the martial arts hall.

When she got home, the food had already been heated. Before Wei Zheng arrived, Bai Ling'er didn't move her chopsticks.

"What are you waiting for me to do?" Wei Zheng smiled and sat on the table full of big fish and meat. He picked up a wooden bucket as big as a footbath and put dry rice in front of him.

Bai Ling'er ate the food in small bites, pinching fish for Wei Zheng from time to time, her eyebrows arched.

"If you don't come back, I won't be able to eat well."

Bai Ling'er pursed her lips and seemed to have held it in for a long time before she tentatively spoke to Wei Zheng. "Ms. sir, do you think I have the talent to learn martial arts?"

Wei Zheng put down the barrel and looked Bai Ling'er up and down.

"It's okay. Ling'er wants to learn martial arts?"

Bai Linger pursed her chopsticks and nodded.

In fact, this idea has been brewing in her heart for a long time.

Ever since she heard that Wei Zheng mentioned to her when he was in bed that martial arts masters can live for hundreds of years, and some can even rejuvenate themselves, she became more interested in learning martial arts.

After all, Xianggong is already a warrior with a lifespan of a hundred years, but he is just a mortal. In the end, he will definitely not be able to keep up with Wei Zheng.

Decades later, she had already aged, but Wei Zheng was still in his prime.

She was a little unwilling.

After more than a hundred years, my husband's martial arts will definitely become more advanced, and his lifespan may be extended to three to four hundred years. By then, I will no longer be with him.

At that time, he was just a memory of his journey, and maybe he had forgotten about him a long time ago.

But at that time, how lonely must he be alone?
The people around you change one after another. When you feel grievances, you may not be able to tell the person next to you, right?
But she wanted to laugh when she thought about it. After a few decades, she would have turned gray-haired, while he still looked like he was when he was young. She looked like his grandma, but she was his wife.
When the time comes, my husband will call a gray-haired old lady "Niangzi", which is funny when I think about it!
Therefore, you must be able to keep up with his pace and not let him always worry about you.

Now I have almost become a burden to my husband.

"Okay! Since Ling'er wants to learn, then I will teach you! You don't need too powerful Kung Fu. When the time comes, I will ask Master for a health-preserving Kung Fu and teach it to you! It is useful to practice Kung Fu to a great extent. !”

Wei Zheng smiled and scratched Bai Ling'er's little nose with his fingers.

Bai Ling'er's nose was sore and she burst out laughing.

This is what Wei Zheng is worried about.

But he didn't know how to tell Bai Ling'er.

Now, Bai Ling'er happened to say it, but it just hit Wei Zheng's heart.

Just right, just right.
Soon, dinner was finished.

He had to eat less at night, so Wei Zheng only ate seventy kilograms of rice this time.

In the night, the two of them soaked in the wooden barrel, brushing their teeth with a good pig-bristle toothbrush through the hazy mist, while joking with each other.

"Then by then, won't we become two common losers?"

"It's great to be a rice-basket! Some people want to be a rice-basket, but they can't!"

"Pfft."

"Still not touched enough?"

"Um"

"I'll get the fish dip"

"Go ahead, go ahead. Just wait a little longer until we settle down completely. We want to have a baby, how about that?"

"I listen to my husband"

"By the way, I'm telling you that after you practice health-preserving skills and your body has internal strength, you won't need to soak the fish in it and use your internal strength to force it out. But by then you will probably have settled down."

"Ahh! You are so shy!!"

After a night of tenderness, Wei Zheng let out a long breath.

A plan slowly emerged in Wei Zheng's mind.

Ordinary people, if they want to prolong their lives, in addition to health-preserving skills, there is also a good thing that can be combined with it.

That is - Baoyu!
Bai Ling'er secretly glanced at the four legs of the iron bed on the ground and saw that there were slight cracks.

"If I don't practice health-preserving skills and improve my physical fitness, I will die."

(End of this chapter)