Daqin: Start to become stronger and live longer by picking up attributes from the battlefield

Waiting for Wang Jian to lead many generals to leave.

On the parade ground.

Zhang Han and other familiar military marquises surrounded him, as well as many elite soldiers.

"Congratulations to the captain."

"Congratulations to the military marquis."

Everyone congratulated Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng naturally smiled and clasped his fists in return.

"What a pity."

"It would be great if the captain could lead the troops in our Duwei camp."

"With the strength of the captain, our Duwei camp can definitely sweep everything." Zhang Han said with disappointment.

"Why? Do you dislike your Wang Junhou so much?" Zhao Feng laughed teasingly.

"This is not disappointment, but I always feel that our military marquis is weird and doesn't have the kind of sharpness to lead the troops."

"And since he led the troops, our Duwei camp has basically been in the back formation, without too many charges, and can only watch other camps in the army kill the enemy and make merit." Zhang Han said helplessly.

Hearing this.

Zhao Feng understood instantly.

Why always stay in the back formation?

It was no surprise that it was because of Wang Yan.

She was the daughter of the general, so how could Li Teng let her lead the troops to fight the enemy? If something went wrong, how could he bear the responsibility?

This time, Wang Yan was ordered to guard Yangcheng for safety.

He never thought that Bao Yuan would hide in Yangcheng.

It is estimated that after knowing the news, Li Teng was not afraid of the grain road being cut off, but worried that Wang Yan would be harmed by Bao Yuan.

"There must always be troops left behind. Isn't this battle in Yangcheng a warning?" Zhao Feng smiled.

"The captain is right."

"But the brothers still want to fight the enemy." Zhang Han said helplessly.

"Everything is subject to the commander's dispatch." Zhao Feng could only say casually.

These things are not his decision.

After that.

Zhao Feng said goodbye to Zhang Han and others for the time being and returned to his residence.

He closed the door.

He put the captain's military uniform, armor and sword aside.

"Get the treasure chest reward." Zhao Feng said impatiently.

Promotion is equivalent to nine levels, nine treasure chests.

Zhao Feng is really looking forward to it.

"Host is promoted to Hundred Generals, and gets a first-level treasure chest."

"Host is promoted..."

"Host gets a total of nine first-level treasure chests." The panel prompts.

"Nine first-level treasure chests, I hope I can get good things."

Zhao Feng smiled and looked forward to it.

Then.

Issued the command: "Open all treasure chests."

"Open all first-level treasure chests."

"Obtained the second-level low-grade [Longquan Sword]."

"Obtained the first-level medium-grade [Hemostatic Powder Formula]."

"Obtained the [Movable Type Printing] book."

"Obtained the [Papermaking] book."

"Obtained the Xuan-level high-grade [Dragon Subduing Palm]."

"Obtained a bottle of the second-level high-grade [Da Huan Dan]."

"Obtained [One Thousand Taels of Gold]."

"Obtained the yellow-level medium-grade [Intermediate Internal Skill]."

"Obtained the Xuan-level low-grade [Dragon Elephant Skill]."

When all the treasure chests were opened.

Zhao Feng was dazzled, but his eyes instantly locked onto the last two.

"My goodness."

"Finally, my luck got good once, and I actually got two exercises at once."

"The legendary cultivation technique, I actually got it."

"Dragon Elephant Skill."

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill?"

"But why doesn't it feel like it?"

With excitement, Zhao Feng temporarily skipped the others and directly extracted these two exercises.

"Extract the middle-grade internal energy, extract the Dragon Elephant Art." Zhao Feng extracted it immediately.

The next moment.

It was as if he had received an initiation in his mind.

The two skills were directly imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Although I have not practiced it, the higher-level one looks stronger, not for any reason, just because the Dragon Elephant Art is at a higher level."

"Just practice it." Zhao Feng smiled and immersed his thoughts in the Dragon Elephant Art.

At this moment, Zhao Feng was excited about practicing the skills.

In addition to picking up the attributes, Zhao Feng also had the joy of practicing the skills.

It was like he originally thought that practice was a kind of illusory, but now he actually got it.

"The Dragon Elephant Art has nine levels. Each level of practice can increase the strength of a thousand pounds. When you practice to the ninth level, you can have the power of the dragon elephant. This skill looks stronger than this internal energy, but it feels like just a basic skill."

"Well, it's a blessing to be able to extract the skills, and you can get better in the future." Zhao Feng thought happily.

Now that he has just obtained a technique, Zhao Feng doesn't care whether it is profound or not, this is a real practice technique!

Now it is a martial arts technique.

What if he gets a technique for cultivating immortals in the future?

Or even a stronger technique!

That would be really amazing.

"Longquan Sword."

Zhao Feng's mind moved again and he extracted it.

A magical weapon that flashed with cold light and could not be forged in this era appeared in Zhao Feng's hand.

"Good sword."

"Longquan Sword, this is a famous sword!" Zhao Feng held the Longquan Sword and was very happy.

With a magical weapon in hand, it is also a trump card to save life on the battlefield.

"The [Dragon Subduing Palm] is higher than my technique. I am really lucky today." Zhao Feng continued to extract it.

Then he practiced this martial art.

"Although it is not the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in the martial arts world in my memory, it seems to be stronger. However, I cannot exert the power of this martial art at present. It seems to require true qi. What kind of true qi do I have now?"

After practicing this martial art, Zhao Feng was a little disappointed.

To exert the power of this martial art, it still depends on true qi. For Zhao Feng now, what is true qi?

"One martial art, two skills."

"That's cool enough."

"And there's also a formula for the hemostatic powder, which is priceless."

"Wait for the price."

"Movable type printing? Papermaking?"

"This is really laying the foundation for me. When the Qin Dynasty comes to an end, I really need to fight for it. I can break the monopoly of the nobles with these. This is a magic weapon for ruling the world."

"I'm really lucky this time."

"Nine treasure chests!"

"This can be regarded as a gift from Qin Shihuang to me."

"Official luck, title luck promotion to get treasure chests."

"It seems that if you want to become stronger, you still have to climb up step by step."

"Kill the enemy and make merit, each taking what he needs."

"Beautiful!"

Looking at these treasures that were drawn, which are all related to his own strength improvement and even his future, Zhao Feng was naturally very happy.

That's all.

It can be said that each one is priceless.

"I'll try to practice this technique today. Tomorrow, it depends on how Wang Jian arranges me to lead the army."

"I don't know which army I will be assigned to." Zhao Feng thought secretly in his heart.

At this time!

Footsteps were heard at the door.

"Is Captain Zhao here?"

A strange man's voice sounded outside.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Feng put away the Longquan Sword and replied.

The next moment.

The palace door opened.

Two logistics soldiers came in, each carrying a box.

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