Qianye also had another doubt. He couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of the force from the girl. Either the girl had not cultivated the force at all, or she was so powerful that Qianye couldn't feel the fluctuation of the force at all. situation.
The latter is obviously impossible. Even a master like Uncle Wang can't hide his force power. 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 in 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 possess secret techniques that are almost heaven-defying. Even if they do not have Force talent, as long as they are willing to accumulate resources, they can create extraordinary talents.
It is obviously impossible for this girl to have no talent, so it is extremely strange that she does not have the force. There must be something hidden in this.
In addition, Qianye could faintly sense a familiar scent from the girl.
Qianye suddenly laughed at himself, what does that girl's behavior have to do with him? Even if the girl does encounter some difficulties, it is a problem that cannot be solved by the huge family power behind her. How can a lowly blood slave like him, who is struggling to survive among garbage and ferocious beasts, help her?
The bag of rewards thrown out by the girl's servant was enough for him to live in the wilderness for several lifetimes. Moreover, Yu Wei was able to suppress the lawless expeditionary force. Not only did he not dare to snatch it, he even showed his kindness to him further.
But all this means nothing. Maybe before long, the dark blood in him will fully attack, and then he will become a corpse in the garbage dump, becoming the dinner of scavengers and wild dogs.
Qianye covered the crystal box again, blocking the force breath of the magic-breaking mithril bullet. If the three extremely precious magic-breaking mithril bullets are allowed to be exposed, the force contained in them will continue to leak out, and it will dissipate completely within a few days, and these three bullets will become ordinary Mithril bullets. Therefore, the infused physical force bombs need to be contained in special containers.
This crystal box is a top-notch container that can isolate almost all escaping force. Force bombs placed in it can be stored for one year! This crystal box alone is worth hundreds of imperial gold coins. In the past, the Force bomb boxes issued by the Red Scorpion Legion could only store the Force bombs inside for one month. Moreover, during this month, the power of the force bomb will continue to decrease.
Force entity bullets are made by practitioners of at least level three using their own Force power, and they also need to be fired using a Force gun. However, because infusing force bombs will slow down the progress of training to a considerable extent, and it is difficult to save, so the average Red Scorpion warrior would only start infusing force bombs before the war, and there was almost no such ammunition transaction on the market. .
Qianye put the magic-breaking mithril bullet 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 sounds next door.
It was the sound of men and women together, intertwined with the creaking and groaning of the bed frame. Next door was Manshu Shahua's guest room. When Qianye heard the sound, he knew that the big bed made of angle iron might collapse at any time due to violent vibrations.
The woman was screaming hysterically, and the man was probably the one-eyed man, who looked like he was desperately trying to get value for his money. In the room on the other side, there were some faint sounds. It was the sound of a person tossing and turning, mixed with some low and ambiguous moans.
Min'er was alone in that room, and she was doing something.
Qianye just pretended not to hear it and looked around to find something else to do.
But after a while, a banging sound came from Min'er's room. It was her angrily smashing the wall of Qianye's bedroom. After hitting it for a while, there was no response. Maybe she was tired, so she calmed down.
Although the night is still deep now, Qianye can no longer sleep. He calmed down, went to bed and sat down, his mind gradually sank into his body, and he began to practice the "Military Attack Technique".
At this moment, under the mobilization of Qianye's consciousness, the force in his body impacted the force node on his right hand like a tidal wave. The force in his body was sharp and sharp, and every impact would bring tearing pain to Qianye.
After Qianye withstood the impact of the force tides for twenty full rounds, he slowly restrained the force and led them back to the nodes in the chest and abdomen. After finishing his work, Qianye collapsed on the bed, and it took him a long time to regain some strength.
Qianye struggled to climb out of bed, every muscle and meridian in his body ached like fire. He looked at the alarm clock. He had been practicing for three hours and it was already 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 art of military attack, the happy sounds of the men and women next door no longer had any impact on Qianye. He took off his sweat-soaked clothes, dampened a towel with cold water, and wiped his body.
Qianye has grown a few centimeters taller. When he is wearing a coat, he looks thin. But after taking off his clothes, you can find that his whole body is full of well-proportioned and powerful muscles. The lines are as thick and hard as steel wires, without any trace. Fat. The scar on his chest is nearly half a meter long, like a giant centipede.
After igniting the gas sea node, Qianye found that the Force cultivated in this node was extremely violent and difficult to control. If Qianye's force power now cultivated is like a sharp sword, then compared with it, the force power of other warriors is not unsealed at all.
The special force makes Qianye's combat skills extremely lethal, but the pain and damage to the body caused by the corresponding training are also much more intense than others. Although the art of military attack can be practiced to the ninth level, according to Qianye's current situation, he is afraid that he will explode and die when he reaches the sixth level.
Qianye touched the upper arm of his left hand. There is a scar here too. It is palm-sized and square in shape. This is Qianye's own burn scar, because there was originally a tattoo at this location, which was a scorpion with a red tail needle, and was also the military emblem of the Red Scorpion Legion.
The empire has tens of millions of troops, but the Red Scorpions only have 10,000 people at full strength. Although Qianye squeezed into the Red Scorpion with the lowest standards, in the eyes of outsiders, he was a lucky boy. However, in fact, due to the injury on his chest, the force that Qianye cultivated was much more violent than the normal military attack technique . The pain and impact he endured during the fourteenth round of the force tide was already equivalent to other warriors' twentieth round of the force tide.
Among the Red Scorpions and several other elite legions, there is also a title of King of Soldiers. Only those who can withstand thirty rounds of force tides can obtain this title. Looking at the entire Imperial Army, sometimes there is not a single new recruit in a year. Traditionally, only the military king can serve as the commander and deputy commander of the Red Scorpions.
Qianye once thought, if his force power were not so violent, would he have a chance to become a soldier?
It's a pity that if it is what it is, it will never become a reality. The Imperial Army has a strict hierarchy, which may be cruel but also fair. In the military, we only look at the results, not the process. Thirty rounds are thirty rounds, and no round can be discounted. No matter whether the force is as violent as fire or as gentle as water, you have to withstand thirty rounds of force tides before you can be considered a warrior king.
In the darkness, Qianye suddenly sighed deeply. All this has passed, and Red Scorpion has become history forever. Just like the tattoo that was burned away by the iron, all the glory, force, status, and comrades related to the Red Scorpion were buried. In his heart, all that was left was a scar.
After that fateful night, Qianye knew that he would never be able to live an ordinary life again.
Perhaps the only concern is Lin Xitang's fate, 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. If something big happened to someone like Lin Shuai, even in such a remote place, the news would come one day, right? Then no news is the best news.
After arriving in the Evernight Continent, Qianye just wandered aimlessly at first until he entered Beacon Town. He fell in love with this place inexplicably, so he decided to settle down and opened this Manjushahua bar with only a few silver coins in his pocket.
The aboriginal people in the town were both cunning and simple. They quickly accepted the existence of Qianye because the wine here was indeed good.
As long as the taste of Qianye's wine remains unchanged, 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 a mirror.
The person in the mirror felt a little strange to him. Over the past year, Qianye's complexion has gradually become pale, and his face has also changed somewhat. His eyebrows, eyes and facial contours have become more refined and soft. Although the body's strength has been significantly increasing, the muscles that were originally too strong have become restrained, like raw alloy wires, very slender but extremely strong.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the wall being bumped and knocked outside, and then the loud voice unique to the bald sergeant came through the many doors: "Qianye, come here and help me repair the town gate! And you, One-Eye! I know you are here! I hope you have not been drained this night and can still move the steel pipe!"
One Eye's reluctant voice came from next door: "I'm not done yet!"
"If you don't come out, I'll blow up your balls!" The threats of the bald sergeant are always so direct and effective.
Qianye quickly put on his clothes and walked into the lobby. He looked at where the door of his bar used to be. There was no door frame left there, but it was much easier to install an iron door than to repair a mechanically driven gate.
One Eye also walked out from the long corridor behind, muttering. He was naked from the waist up, and there were dozens of scratches on his chest and back, some of which were deep and already bloody!
When Qianye saw the blood drops on Duyan's body, his throat suddenly rolled up and down, and the sudden surge of intense hunger almost made him moan.
"What's wrong with you, Qianye?" One Eye asked strangely.
Qianye forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, I just envy you."
Duyan laughed, touched his head in embarrassment, and said, "As long as you are willing, 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 to give her." Qianye didn't seem to hear Duyan's words.
"You should try it, she really won't take your money!"
The bald Sheriff interrupted them: "Stop talking nonsense and come here to help! I don't want us to live in a town without a gate when the dark season begins. Once the gate is repaired, you two lucky guys won't have to do it this month. Taxes paid."
The police chief, whose surname is Zhang, always has a shiny bald head and a huge belly that can hold a calf. He was able to secure the position of Sheriff in Beacon Town. In addition to being fairly fair, he mainly relied on his strength as a first-level soldier and his powerful shotgun.
Duyan and Qianye followed the police chief towards the warehouse, and a moment later they worked together to carry a bundle of steel pipes to the city gate. At this time, the police chief had already cleared the ruins. After saying hello, the three people came to the gate of the town that had been blown down.