Chapter 170

It was like a picture of a paradise.

"Tiger's claws! Eat them and you will be extremely strong!"

The old man with white hair and white beard, with a gentle smile and a fairy-like appearance, was wearing a complete tiger skin behind him and selling tiger meat and tiger bones.

The black and yellow patterns on the tiger skin were faintly floating, and under the sunlight, it showed a good luster.

This was obviously not an ordinary tiger.

This old man was certainly not the weak old Deng.

"Guess the dice! Guess the dice! One guan at a time, guess fifty!"

He wore a felt hat on his head, and a blood-red word "play" was engraved on the brim of the hat.

The gambler wearing a mask with strange patterns was shouting loudly.

Next to his stall, there stood a row of gamblers with bloodshot eyes and extremely excited expressions.

The eyes under his mask were particularly fascinating.

Wine, meat, gambling, shouting...

The decadent music aroused people's most restless nerves.

The King of Zhao led Zhu Zhankan all the way inside.

The violent collision knocked many drunks to the ground.

"Huh? You rascal, I dare to hit you..."

The drunk's companions saw that the drunk was going crazy and cursed.

They knocked the drunk down, took out a pair of socks with green light, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The drunk whimpered with fear on his face.

The companions watched them leave with a flattering look on their faces.

"Have you drunken? Even the prince Zhao of the court didn't recognize you!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me with you!"

The drunk trembled, not knowing whether he was awakened by the shock or confused by the stench.

When the other onlookers heard this, they closed their ears and did their own things.

Zhu Zhankan slowed down his pace and looked while walking.

Warrior elixir.

On the origin of warriors.

Learning martial arts starts from two and a half years of apprenticeship.

The closer to the center of the village, the more signs related to warriors there are.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, warriors have developed into a vast market.

"Uncle San, if I remember correctly, although the emperor issued an edict to spread martial arts to the entire Ming Dynasty, the army must have been the first to spread it. Why would this village openly sell items related to martial artists? Are they all fake?"

"Of course not."

King Zhao bowed his hands in the direction of Jinling and flattered him a little: "No one is more wise than Your Majesty!"

He then whispered to Zhu Zhankan's ear: "But there are policies from above, and countermeasures from below."

"You wear pants that are as big as your butt."

"Too many people have average talents and can't practice fast enough."

King Zhao pointed to a Jinyiwei following behind him.

"This kid has practiced for two and a half weeks and has already entered the eighth level."

Zhu Zhankan nodded and praised him in his heart.

It is not easy for a mortal to have such qualifications.

After Zhu Zhankan sorted out the martial arts system, a simple registration and division was carried out.

But Zhu Zhankan's division of martial arts power was too rough.

The gap between different levels is too large.

Zhu Di ordered Zhu Gaoxu to reorganize the warriors and roughly divide them into nine levels according to their strength.

To distinguish them.

The ninth-level warrior is the lowest, and the first-level warrior is the highest.

Although the ninth-level warrior is the lowest, it also needs to successfully temper six acupoints to reach this level.

The specific way to measure and judge the ninth level.

It is to let the quasi-ninth-level warrior fight against three fully armed light cavalry.

If you can win, you will be considered to have the strength of a ninth-level warrior.

Of course, this test method is only circulated in the army.

It is not easy for the people to cultivate a few warriors.

After such a toss, I am afraid that they will die out.

Chapter 176 Wanbao Market

"Some people have practiced for more than a month and can't even break through one acupoint."

King Zhao waved his hand helplessly.

"They naturally sell the pills they are rewarded with." Zhu Zhankan smiled and held up a brand new medicine bottle from a roadside stall: "Uncle San, are all the soldiers really selling it spontaneously?" "Okay." King Zhao laughed dryly and whispered: "Do you know how much this thing is sold on the black market?" King Zhao stretched out both hands and stretched them out: "At least it has doubled! The price in the army is one tael, and the starting price here is two taels. Our family produces in batches, and it can be cheaper." "I heard from my second brother that the old man also has a share!" Zhu Zhankan couldn't help but laugh. "So that's it." Who said that the ancients didn't know how to do business? If the profit is higher, won't they learn everything? As they talked, the two quickly walked to the center. A drizzle of rain fell from the sky, and the rain wet the land, and the mud splashed on the trouser legs. The flow of people in the center of the village was much smaller. The stalls and shops looked much more formal. The preciousness of the things sold was not comparable to the periphery. Zhu Zhankan frowned. The spiritual energy in the middle of the village was not right. It seemed to be more violent than normal.

Is it a natural Yinsha formation or a man-made corpse-raising ground?

If it is man-made, could it be that someone has figured out the method of refining zombies based on some imaginative ancient books?

That would be a real talent.

Zhu Zhankan quietly took out the soul offering banner and carefully sensed the evil spirit in the air.

After absorbing the Yin spirit of that group of strong "cultivators", his soul offering banner gradually formed the prototype of a low-grade spiritual weapon.

To further advance to a true low-grade spiritual weapon, it is necessary to further fill it with living souls and absorb evil spirits.

The disadvantages of these evil magic weapons are obvious.

If the sufficient amount of living souls, evil spirits and Yin spirits cannot be replenished in time, the grade of the magic weapon will even be reduced.

But that will be a very slow process.

Zhu Zhankan felt the soul offering banner.

He was helpless and silent in his heart: these living souls that are slightly stronger than mortals are still not strong enough.

Zhu Zhankan greeted King Zhao and walked around the village alone.

Carefully use the soul offering banner to find possible Yin evil places.

Yin evil places have a probability of giving birth to living souls, which are most suitable as the main soul of the soul banner.

After a few hours, the soul offering banner has absorbed a lot of evil spirits.

There is a faint sense of replenishment.

But the center of the Yin evil formation has never been found.

During this period, Zhu Zhankan even captured a free living soul, but none of them met the requirements of the main soul of the soul offering banner.