Beast

The second floor of Qianbing Building is decorated with antique style. Each magical instrument has its own high-quality rosewood frame, which is placed in rows on the ground covered with light yellow leather. A middle-aged man in friendly attire is serving two women

A man explains the levels, materials and functions of magical instruments.

The two men and one woman are similar in age, less than twenty years old. Their clothes are exquisite but not luxurious. The man is dignified and handsome, and the two women have delicate faces that are very similar.

Yang Qing stepped in, and the middle-aged man nodded to let him watch as he pleased.

There are about a hundred magical artifacts placed on the second floor, nothing more than swords, guns, swords and axes. Yang Qing came here only for bows, arrows and shields. He did not check the other magical artifacts nearby, but moved around and browsed them like a horse.

"This bow is really majestic!" one of the two girls said playfully, her tone full of admiration, and then the woman next to her said, "Sister, can you draw this bow?"

The woman called 'sister' rolled her eyes and said angrily, "You are the sister. My mother said you only spoke out a little while before me."

"Then I am also a sister, and you are a younger sister." "Sister" shook her head slightly and said proudly.

The man beside him had a smile on his face, looking like he was enjoying himself.

"Why are you giggling?" 'Sister' asked dissatisfied.

"I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh." The man looked embarrassed and denied it.

"Huh!" "Sister" snorted, obviously thinking that the man was lying. "You pull this bow away, and I'll forgive you."

The man's embarrassed look disappeared, and he reached out to pick up the earth-yellow long bow with joy. There were not many opportunities for this kind of performance.

"Um?"

The palm of his hand sank, and he looked surprised. This earth-yellow long bow was quite heavy to hold, and the half-foot-long bow arm actually weighed a hundred kilograms.

The middle-aged man stood aside, smiling and saying nothing, with no intention of introducing him.

"drink!"

The man's earth-yellow light surged, and with a low shout, he used a bow arm in one hand and a bow string in the other hand, and suddenly exerted force.

"open!"

The man shouted again, and the pattern carved on the bow arm glowed with earthy yellow light. The thick bow arm was slightly bent, and was only stretched by three points.

"No, the bow is too heavy."

The man shook his head indifferently, not feeling embarrassed at all. Drawing the bow was just for fun and had nothing to do with cultivation.

"Why are you laughing!" 'Sister' said dissatisfiedly, with anger hidden in her tone.

"I really didn't smile this time. I was wronged." The man said aggrievedly. "If you don't believe me, ask an old official."

‘Guban’ is the middle-aged man.

"I didn't talk about you, I talked about him!" 'Sister' still sounded dissatisfied, pointing her white finger at Yang Qing who was standing aside.

"Well……"

Yang Qing was stunned. When he heard there was a bow here, he followed the sound and walked over. When he saw the man trying the bow, he didn't say anything to disturb him. The thick and heavy bow arms were engraved with patterns, and the two ends were bent outward to connect a bow string as thick as a little finger. In his heart,

Satisfied, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously, but he misunderstood it as a sign of ridicule.

"Wanxuan, don't be rude," the man said helplessly with the same stunned expression.

"Humph!" 'Sister' snorted angrily, stood together with 'Sister', and stared at Yang Qing dissatisfied.

"This fellow Taoist, Wanxuan, my child's surname is Wanyun. It's best not to be offended," the man said apologetically, and then added, "How about we try the bow?"

Yang Qing didn't care at first, but the other party apologized and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, I'm looking for a heavy bow. This bow is just what I want." After saying that, he took the khaki long bow and praised it secretly in his heart.

"Huh, huh!" Both girls were dissatisfied!

‘Old Ban’ still smiled and said nothing, and did not make any introduction.

"open!"

Yang Qing shouted in a low voice, and tried to pull away with both arms.

"Zheng!"

The khaki bow arm opened slightly with a slight sound.

"Zheng!"

Release your fingers, and the bow arm and bow string will instantly reset. The bow arm will not vibrate, and the bow string will not tremble.

"What a bow!" Yang Qing praised happily.

"And, and!" The children looked contemptuous.

"Physical training!" The man was surprised by the reality, but then he understood and said with a slight smile.

"Yes, it's just body training," Yang Qing said gently, "Ancient Board, how much is this bow worth?"

When Yang Qing opened his mouth, not only the man and the woman, but also the middle-aged man was slightly surprised. Opening the bow for five points would not bring out the power of the bow and arrow. Only opening the bow for seven points would bring out the value of the bow.

However, how can you turn away business when it comes to your door? Let’s not talk about the price first, but first explain the material of the bow.

This long bow is called Yaoyue. It has been placed in Qianbing Building for ten years and has not been sold. When it was first refined, it was originally intended to be refined into a low-grade magic weapon. There is no need for arrows. The bow has its own earth-type arrows.

If the arrows are condensed and matched with arrows from magic weapons with earth attributes, the power will be even greater. However, the weapon refining has its own successes and failures. If the hammer falls wrong, the array pattern will be destroyed, and only a medium-grade magic weapon will be made.

Only the earth attribute essence injected into the bow arm can help it to draw the bow, and the Yao Yue Bow has only fired the full moon once since it was cast. The monk who customized the Yao Yue Bow has a strong cultivation level, so he will not know how to use it.

It was a medium-grade magical weapon, and Qianbinglou had no choice but to refine it again.

The Yaoyue Gong had to be put up for sale in Qianbing Tower. In the past ten years, no less than a hundred people have tried it, but for various reasons it has not been sold.

Although the Yao Yue Bow is only a middle-grade magic weapon, its material is prepared to refine a low-grade magic weapon. The bow arm is seven parts black iron and three parts earth and stone. It is strong enough to ensure toughness without losing its toughness. The bow string is three pieces of Northern Prison.

The coyote sinews are condensed into one piece, and the bow arms and bow strings are integrated into one body, ensuring that there will be no damage at all during ten thousand full moons.

It is for these reasons that the price of the middle-grade magic weapon, the Moon Bow, is close to that of the high-grade magic weapon, three hundred spiritual stones.

"Why don't you melt it and carve the formation pattern again?" the 'sister' asked doubtfully.

"Haha, after melting, there are still traces of failure to carve the array pattern. Refining it can only be a high-grade magic weapon at most. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive and the gain is not worth the loss." The middle-aged man explained with a smile. If possible, how could he not remelt it.

Yang Qing hesitated a little. The cost of this bow was extremely high, but after all, it was a mid-grade magic weapon. He didn't have real energy and couldn't use the mystery of its remaining formations. Although it was well worth the price, it cost such a high price.

It still made him feel heartache.

"It's not expensive at all," said the 'sister' teasingly, while the 'sister' was also proud of it.

Yang Qing was silent and thought secretly. If he used all his strength, he could open Yaoyue to seven points and barely be able to use it. When practicing archery, he could temper his strength. He didn't agree with what the 'old board' said.

Questioning, from the dense formation of patterns and the weight of the bow arm, we can see that the material is extraordinary.

"Little brother, if you really want to buy it, Gu will make the decision without permission and give you thirty arrows made of fine steel. This is the biggest concession," said the 'Guban' sternly.

The man and the two women did not interrupt and were not joking. It was not a good idea to meet each other by chance.

"Bought it!"

If Yang Qing had not won the bet, Yang Qing would not have spent so many spiritual stones at once. After all, the consumption of purchasing spiritual fruits, elixirs, etc. had already left the mountain empty.

"Okay, Mr. Gu will send someone to fetch the arrows right now," 'Guban' said with a smile.

Immediately, Yang Qing asked about the shield again. The Thousand Soldiers Tower is known as the Thousand Soldiers, so naturally it will not be without shields.

The small shield that is put on the forearm is light in texture and engraved with defensive patterns. It only needs to pour in the true energy to greatly increase the defense. It is just a top-grade magic weapon.

Finally, I chose a tortoise shell shield that was three feet high and two feet wide. It had a certain curvature on the surface and had square protrusions like a tortoise shell. It was a low-grade magic weapon with the earth attribute. It was forged from tens of thousands of layers of earth-shock iron, and it was three inches tall.

It weighs one hundred and eighty pounds.

The monk in the Purple Mansion Realm slashed with all his strength with a medium-grade magical weapon, leaving only an inch-deep mark.

Turtle shell shield, worth fifty spiritual stones.

The night had turned dark before Yang Qing left the Thousand Soldiers Building. He spent three hundred and fifty spiritual stones in exchange for a medium-grade magical weapon called the Moon Bow, thirty black and gray fine steel arrows over three feet tall, and a low-grade magical weapon with an khaki tortoise shell shield.

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Then I bought several kinds of spiritual fruits, and there were more than 400 spiritual stones left in the Xumi gourd.

After returning to the inn, he lit the candle, took out the Yao Yue Bow, looked at it carefully, then held his chest and straightened his back, his whole body muscles trembled slightly, strength surged into his arms, and he let out a low cry. The Yao Yue Bow made a low sound, "Zheng".

The arms are slightly bent and stretched nearly seven minutes.

"Whoosh!"

The bow string cuts the air and resets instantly. The bow string trembles three times and then returns to calmness.

Due to the materials of the bow arms and bowstring, the force required increases dramatically every time the bow is pulled apart.

If Yang Qing wants to open the Yaoyue Bow past seven points, he must transform into a beast. Because of the energy and blood of the enlightened beast and the violence of the evil spirit, his strength can be doubled as much as possible.

However, I didn’t try it, I just knew it in my heart.

After briefly arranging the items under the Xumi gourd, the wooden shed, the jade box, the jade vase, the long stick, etc., extinguish the candles, sit cross-legged on the wooden couch, and enter samadhi.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

Although "Hua Xi Jue" has done little to temper his internal organs, he still insists on practicing it every day. Yang Qing has long been accustomed to this way of breathing and breathing, which can help him enter a state of concentration as soon as possible.

I don't know if the "Three Yang and Seven Yin" scriptures are harmful to the soul. After practicing it, I always feel that my energy is insufficient. The sense of tranquility brought by entering a meditative state can alleviate this situation.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

In less than three breaths, he has already entered concentration.

In the green sea of ​​consciousness, there is no reference, and it is impossible to see how vast it is. The tangible and insubstantial consciousness, which can only be seen by the monks themselves, is rolling endlessly, like a wave of mist that refuses to be calm.

The green soul remained motionless, with three souls and seven souls clinging to one place. There was nothing unusual about it.

When you enter a state of concentration, you have consciousness but no thoughts. External sounds and the beating of the heart are clearly audible. You only feel familiar, but you don't distinguish it. This is because even thinking that this is the sound of my heartbeat will break your concentration.

state.

The mind and body are all relaxed, and time flies in the tranquility.

In the blink of an eye, it was already getting slightly brighter.

A night of meditation is far more restorative than sleep. Yesterday's lack of energy has disappeared.

Yongjing Inn has a courtyard. After washing up and eating a spiritual fruit, I went to the courtyard to practice stick skills and move my legs and feet.

The courtyard is not big, and several people have already gotten up to practice in the morning. Archery cannot be practiced here, so we have to practice the 72 formulas in "Nujiang Stick Technique" in sequence.

Three poles later, I had practiced the stick routine several times, and my whole body felt slightly warm, so I returned to the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He wanted to practice the "Three Yang and Seven Yin" scriptures that gave him a splitting headache.

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