"Whether it can be delicious and spicy in the future depends on this opportunity."
From the moment he mastered the second bone pattern, Wang Zheng reached the martial artist's assessment standard. But becoming a warrior, especially a junior warrior, is just a starting point, and there is still a long, long way to go.
Being able to master the third bone pattern before becoming a martial artist will mean that Wang Zheng can stand out, and dare not say that he will emerge in the world, at least in Nanshan City, he will become a genius like character.
With this aura, it is enough for me to find a good company when I graduate.
In fact, what Wang Zheng yearns for more is to become a free warrior.
To put it bluntly, free warriors are a group of warriors who are self-reliant. They will be extremely difficult along the way, and they will grow up much slower than other warriors. There will be no other warriors who will obtain the resources of the company and the group, and everything is dependent on themselves.
But there are advantages, free and unconstrained, without being restricted by the company.
Be free.
In Wang Zheng's view, this alone is enough.
Joining a big company or a big group is glorious, but they are like the thugs and bodyguards of these big companies and big groups, and they will serve them all their lives, like lackeys.
He knew Wang Zheng's character and could not bear these constraints.
If it was before, Wang Zheng would consider joining these big companies and groups, and he would think about his parents and them.
But now it is different. With the bone pattern guide assistant, Wang Zheng has enough confidence to rely on himself to forge a path of his own.
Wang Zheng silently held the sword, his face turned hideous.
"kill..."
Without hesitation, Wang Zheng moved and rushed towards the still struggling iron feather bird.
"Leverage!"
Wang Zheng didn't save his strength. When he should use it, he must use it resolutely. This is a second- and third-class iron-feathered bird. If he makes a mistake, his life will be thrown here. Wang Zheng believed that the force of more than five tons hit him, and the result was absolutely no life. This force was enough to shatter his bones.
After consuming 2000 points of grain power, Wang Zheng obtained the effect of [Borrowing Strength (Small)].
"About two tons of strength is enough." Wang Zheng calculated, but he was not slow in his hand.
Iron Feather Bird naturally sensed Wang Zheng's approach, but it had just received a heavy blow from another fierce bird, and the nerves in its brain were damaged, making it difficult to balance. The only thing that can be done is to struggle desperately.
"Bang!"
The dull sound of the war sword slashing on the head, and the force that rebounded, made Wang Zheng almost unable to hold the war sword in his hand.
The force of two tons was smashed out, causing the war knife to be twisted and almost scrapped.
Iron Feather Bird's nerves were stimulated by the pain, and its nerves were damaged, and its response was extremely slow. There was no way to dodge Wang Zheng's sword. The twisted sword is made of alloy. It is conceivable how powerful this force is.
Alloy sword, before the new century, it is hard enough.
But now, when the strength of a martial artist is measured in tons, it is simply not enough to see. Just these two tons of strength will make it almost useless.
Wang Zheng's attack was still effective.
After Wang Zheng slashed its head, Tie Yu Qin smashed its head to the ground with a powerful force. It was slightly larger than the ostrich and was directly overturned on the ground. Subconsciously struggling, Tie Yu Qin's two legs rubbed against the ground, creating cracks that were deeply plowed in.
Wang Zheng's blow made Tie Yu Qin even more confused.
"I want you to die while you're sick."
How could Wang Zheng give up this opportunity? The sword in his hand was raised fiercely and slashed. Tie Yuqin didn't have the consciousness to fight back, so it was impossible to dodge Wang Zheng's blow, and he was once again slashed by Wang Zheng to the wound on his head.
Blood spurted out, and this wound was even bigger under Wang Zheng's two slashes, causing even greater trauma to the iron feather bird.
In the second blow, the battle strength in his hand was finally unable to withstand Wang Zheng's power, and it was completely shattered.
Throwing away the war knife in his hand, Wang Zheng took off the war shield from his left hand and put it on his right hand. Then, with a frenzy in his eyes, he rubbed it violently, and he rode directly to the back of the iron feather bird, frantically using it. The battle shield slammed into its head again and again.
After being hit hard, the iron feather bird struggled even more madly. It flapped its wings violently, and its powerful lift-off force actually took Wang Zheng off the ground.
Wang Zheng's weight of hundreds of pounds was completely ignored by the iron feather bird.
Fortunately, the Iron Feather Bird lost its balance, so it just tossed and flew, and then smashed back to the ground.
Wang Zheng tightly clamped Tie Yu Bird's neck between his legs, securing himself so that he would not fall. The battle shield in his hand did not stop at all, and he had to solve this iron feather bird within five minutes, otherwise he would need to activate the second [Leverage], resulting in even greater consumption.
Every time Wang Zheng smashed it down with his battle shield, this iron-feathered bird would tremble all over.
In the dark night, no one would have thought that this scene would happen in this valley.
"Ten times."
"Twenty hits!"
Wang Zheng kept counting, his right hand was already numb and painful, but Wang Zheng still couldn't care about it. Apart from smashing it frantically, there was no second move.
Gradually, the movements of the iron feather bird became smaller and smaller. At first, it was able to toss and fly, but at the back it just twitched on the spot, and even the screaming stopped.
But Wang Zheng, who seemed to be in a daze, still didn't stop, and was still smashing. The huge gap between the second and third grades made Wang Zheng have only one belief in his heart, that is to seize this opportunity until one of them falls.
"Ding, get 1300 grain strength."
The reminder sounded, but Wang Zheng was still pounding as if he hadn't heard it.
"Hu, hu, hu..."
No matter how good his physical strength was, he couldn't stand Wang Zheng's madness, and he didn't know how long it would take for Wang Zheng to finally stop when he lost his strength. The whole chest seemed to explode, and the throat was hot, causing pain.
"Finally dead?"
Looking at the head of the iron feather bird being smashed to the ground by himself, and smashed into the soil little by little, it was already bloody.
Wang Zheng turned over and squatted directly on the ground, panting violently in his chest.
Now Wang Zheng has confirmed that Tie Yu Qin was dead, and he was smashed to death here by himself.
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"The feathers of an iron-feathered bird are calculated by the root."
Looking at this large iron-feathered bird, Wang Zheng revealed a faint smile. The iron-feathered bird's feathers are in the market, and each feather is 500 yuan. At least one iron-feathered bird has more than a hundred feathers. This means that he can have an income of about 50,000 yuan just from the feathers of the iron-feathered bird.
A pair of claws is worth about six thousand.
The mouth pecks, the value is five thousand.
The value of one iron-feathered bird exceeds 60,000 yuan, and one is almost worth the result of one night's work.
The real big head is not these materials, but the bone patterns on the iron feather bird.
Lost of vitality, lost contact with the bone pattern, and without the mysterious power of the bone pattern, the muscles will not be as strong as they are alive. Otherwise, with the hunting knife in Wang Zheng's hand, it would be impossible to cut through the flesh of the iron-feathered bird. This was an iron-feathered bird that was not damaged even by shelling.
With excitement, Wang Zheng cut open the chest of the iron feather bird, and removed two bone lines with a faint halo from the inside.
As Wang Zheng thought before, this iron-feathered bird has two bone patterns.
Looking at the bone pattern emitting a faint white light, even though it was just an ordinary bone pattern, it was still enough to make Wang Zheng excited. This is the bone pattern produced by the second-level vicious beast. For Wang Zheng, who is only at this stage, its value is far beyond imagination.
The bone pattern produced by the second-level vicious beast, its rune is more complex, and the breath it produces is even more terrifying.
Wang Zheng didn't absorb the bone pattern immediately, but put it in his pocket.
Using a hunting knife, Wang Zheng began to dig down feathers one by one.
At the market price of 500 yuan per piece, there will be at least one hundred pieces of an iron feather bird. This is a wealth that makes Wang Zheng jealous.
Wang Zheng is not worried about other beasts appearing, this is better, and he can hunt more abundantly.
after an hour.
"Huh!"
With a heavy sigh, Wang Zheng, carrying a backpack of feathers, disappeared directly into the valley in the dark.
The iron feather bird was stripped to pieces, and was thrown into the valley by Wang Zheng. If there is a means of transport, Wang Zheng doesn't mind transporting the iron feather bird back to Qianshao Town. Its meat has a great tonic effect, and it is not a problem to sell it for two or three thousand.