In the early morning, Zhang Jiao, who had just been promoted to level 2 extraordinary person yesterday, was naked at home, tempering his body over and over again.

The experience accumulated at the level 1 stone axe realm gave him a deeper understanding of military power. As soon as he entered the realm of bronze halberd, he discovered the unique mystery of military power of level 2.

Zhang Jiao stepped on his waist and rushed to his fist, making a dull sound of breaking through the air. When the fist was over, his arm suddenly stretched out and grew half an inch further, and it shook a flying insect in the air that could not reach at all.

Although insects are small, they have great significance.

This punch shows the special feature of the bronze halberd-level military force, which can slowly control the bones and muscles of the whole body.

Using the stretchability of muscle fibers, the elasticity of tendons, and the staggered bones, the length of hands and feet can be extended in disguise and attacks at a longer distance.

Its function is very similar to the fighting game "Street Fighter" that is popular in the Eastern Continent. A fantasy character named Dalsey practices yoga.

It just fits the characteristics of the "Bronze Halberd" that use cold weapons when fighting immediately and have a very long attack range.

In ancient boxing classics, it is said that "one inch long and one inch stronger". Sometimes the difference in length of half a centimeter in warriors is the difference between life and death.

After completing the morning practice and feeling the huge improvement in strength, Zhang Jiaoxin calmed down with satisfaction, calmed down his qi and blood, and let sweat gush out of his pores and drip on the ground like rain.

After resting, he replenished some water, washed up, walked out, and took the bus to Xiongshan.

The Spring Festival is close to you, and at the foot of Xiongshan, the largest free market in Haijing is full of people.

Zhang Jiao squeezed into the crowd and struggled to board the winding mountain road, came to the commercial street, and walked straight into the "Shuyutang".

Song Guanghui, who was dressed as a monk and a vulgar man, was fooling an obese customer and buying Taoist books at this time.

When Zhang Jiao entered the door, he turned a wink and said, standing in front of the shelf against the wall on the left side of the shop, continuing to use a very cherished attitude, holding a ragged ancient book in both hands, and said solemnly: "Mr. Liu, if you don't think you are destined to be a person who understands and loves books."

I will never recommend this store treasure to you.

It would be fine if you don’t ask for this book “The Song of the East” in the first edition of the Shang Dynasty. If you really want to leave, please cherish it and treat it. Don’t let the ancient books be covered in dust and make mistakes.

Because that will be a catastrophe of civilization.”

"Boss Song, just a book," said the fat guest who had been trapped by the speech in surprise: "Even if there is a mistake, it cannot be called a catastrophe of civilization."

Song Guanghui shook his hands and showed a surprised expression, "Books are the carrier of civilization, and there are very few "The Song of the East" that have been passed down from generation to generation. This book is likely to be a lonely product."

If it is damaged, the truth of a period of history will be destroyed in the long river of time.

How can this not be said to be a catastrophe of civilization?

Forget it, forgot, Mr. Liu, it seems that I misjudged your style.

You shouldn't be the owner of this book, go and see something else."

As he said that, he wanted to put the ancient books in his hand into an old sandalwood box on the shelf.

People have a rebellious mentality. The fat guest who was on the trap hurriedly reached out to stop Boss Song's actions and said anxiously: "No, no, we have been talking for so long, why can't I be the owner of this book?

Is it 370 yuan? I bought it and even wrapped it in the box."

"I won't sell it anymore, I won't sell it anymore." Boss Song then took Qiao up, insisted on putting the book away, and waved his hands repeatedly, "Mr. Liu, we are always in love, don't make me embarrassed."

"Buy, trade," the fat guest was angry when he heard this, and glared at the sight: "You offered the price, I bought it and agreed, this thing is mine.

If you say you don’t buy it, then don’t buy it. Are there any rules?

Boss Song, I often visit your business, you can't be so unauthentic."

He paid the money, forced himself to take away the book box, and happily came out of the "Shuyutang" with a victorious smile.

Zhang Jiao looked at Yang Gu who was integrated into the crowd and sighed, "It's really different from the same fate.

Some people are born with golden spoon in their mouths, while others have to make money through hard work after their acquired efforts.

With this uncle's intelligence, in theory, he should have said goodbye to the antique world. Being able to persist until his current age is really rich."

"What are you talking about?" Song Guanghui put the newly earned gold yuan into the counter drawer and said hypocritically: "Can the intelligence of a dignified ancient book collector be evaluated by you, a boy who has not even grown enough hair?

Don’t become so inflated just because I was polite to you last trade. I really think I don’t know what’s going on.

In the last August 3rd Battle of Hongqiao, you can get those spoils all by luck, right?

Being pressed by the house, you will win the whole game.”

Zhang Jiao didn't expect that Song Guanghui's news would be so well-informed. He said in surprise: "Okay, Mr. Song, the defense army has connections and can also learn detailed transcript information. It's awesome."

"That's it." Song Guanghui sighed and said, "Last time, I misjudged your strength because of a temporary mistake, and I gave you a big advantage in the transaction..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Zhang Jiao interrupted, "Last time, I bargained, I didn't make any profits at all, right? At most, you made a little less.

Besides, didn’t you say at that time, ‘Good luck is also a kind of strength’, how come you change your mind now.”

Song Guanghui was a little angry when Zhang Jiao was pushed to the point of being angry and said, "One time and then, it's time and time.

If you can be lucky once, can you continue to be lucky for the second and third time? It is better to be down-to-earth in life."

Zhang Jiao laughed and pulled out a report on the ghost murder incident in Anle Street Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall from his phone, touching Song Guanghui's eyes and said, "Old Song, you are afraid you didn't read the news yesterday."

I was in the city center at noon yesterday, and with the move of self-destruction of the external elixir, I was seriously injured and forced a demon to death. I received a compensation of 9,000 yuan from the police station.

I came here to buy raw materials early this morning and planned to create two more outer pills.

Why two? Because yesterday, I not only eliminated the harm for the people, but also took advantage of the urgency of defeating the strong enemy, I broke through and promoted to a level 2 extraordinary person.

Do you think it’s a strength to be lucky?"

Song Guanghui looked at the video of Zhang Jiao competing with the evil demons of Shanke, and was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Boy, you are not only lucky, but also a bit ridiculous and very valuable for investment.
Chapter completed!