The following days were still very peaceful.
An Qisheng spent every day boxing, teaching his disciples, boiling medicinal liquids, refining elixirs, transporting qi and blood, warming and nourishing internal energy, and hugging the holy fetus...
The days passed by as smoothly as water, and there seemed to be no disturbances.
Among them, the only surprise is that Jiang Tingting, who is almost ten years old, still has not developed her internal strength, and there is still no sense of energy in her body.
An Qisheng comforted her, but he had no intention of helping her.
Although this is just a piece of cake for him, it is absolutely forbidden to do anything to encourage others to succeed.
Once he had developed his internal strength, Zhang Haohao's mind was no longer on the boxing routine. An Qisheng said it several times. Although he listened and practiced diligently, his mind had shifted to the practice of internal strength. .
The advancement of Neijiaquan was naturally surpassed by Jiang Tingting, not that Jiang Tingting made any progress above Neijiaquan.
After observing during this period, An Qisheng had to admit that his little female apprentice was really a rare...'waste'.
And that 'Tian Yizhu' gave him a big surprise.
Although the purified internal energy is much thinner, the progress of its integration with the physical body has been greatly accelerated. Gradually, it has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and is approaching the end of blood transfusion.
Once the blood is exchanged and the true energy is condensed, one has already entered the upper third level.
In the Dafeng Dynasty, they were already qualified to open a small sect or gang.
As the inner strength gradually deepens.
An Qisheng also became more and more aware of the difference between internal martial arts and martial arts in this world. Internal martial arts polished the physical body and transferred energy and blood to strengthen the physical body and break through the limits of the human body. However, the martial arts in the Jiufu Realm were different.
The process of merging the internal force with the physical body will certainly improve the body and greatly increase the strength, but the focus is still on the internal force.
The internal force travels through the meridians, penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and reaches the whole body. Each move is blessed by internal force, which is naturally much stronger than pure physical force.
Martial arts in this world, whether it is sword skills, sword skills, light skills or horizontal training, are closely related to internal strength.
For An Qisheng, this is no longer the case.
During the process of 'carrying the holy fetus', he did not stop the transfer of internal force. On the contrary, as the process of 'holding the holy fetus' progressed, the combination of internal force and the physical body became faster, and the transfer of internal force became faster and faster.
Because the physical adjustment in the process of 'carrying the holy fetus' is a transformation towards perfection.
In other words, the 'root bone' has been improved.
While promoting the process of 'holding the holy fetus', the body is still in the state of holding the elixir and making further progress!
With the combination of the two, although the 'Embrying the Holy Fetus' has not yet ended, An Qisheng's physique has surpassed that of a strong man in the realm of Xuanxing Dan.
The fusion of internal strength and blood, and the blood exchange for a hundred days, is the greatest improvement and sublimation of the body under the Qi channel.
"call!"
An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his abdomen squirmed, and a stream of air flowed upwards and was sprayed out of the body, carrying a trace of fishy smell.
This was the poison left over from the pills he had swallowed in the past few days.
It's a medicine with three-point poison, and not all the ingredients can be absorbed by people. At one percent of the elixir level, he can already expel all the erysipelas from the body with a slight movement.
open the door.
In the courtyard, the little guy with obviously different energy was still standing there with a serious look on his face.
Jiang Tingting was concentrating, and her senior brother's practice of developing internal strength obviously stimulated her, making her practice very diligently these days.
Zhang Haohao also worked hard. He had already mastered the boy's kung fu, could he still be compared with his junior sister?
"Practice hard, I won't be back today."
An Qisheng nodded slightly, gave an order, and pushed the door open.
The middle of winter has not passed yet, and although it has not snowed, the weather is still cold and there are not many pedestrians.
An Qisheng's expression moved slightly as he walked on the street.
The atmosphere in Nanliang City has been a bit good these days, because those six-door headhunters have settled in, and there are fewer petty thieves in the past.
In a dark alley, An Qisheng shook his body, and his figure immediately grew half a foot taller. His thin body suddenly became fuller and full of vitality.
After holding the pill, his body shape changed briefly, and height was no longer a problem for him.
If he didn't feel it was unnecessary, in addition to the new teeth, his white hair would turn into black hair.
He took out the cloak he had prepared and put it on, then slowly walked out of the street and walked into the weapons shop with a familiar face.
"Hero, are you here?"
The shopkeeper came forward with a smile, looking at An Qisheng as if he was seeing the God of Wealth.
Even though he had met twice, he didn't know that this burly man was the old Taoist priest who had come to sell him a knife before.
"Is the stuff ready?"
An Qisheng glanced at him.
It makes sense for him to have a good attitude. After returning to the city last time, he spent a lot of money to customize weapons at this weapons shop.
"It's done, it's done. Because of your request, all the blacksmiths in my shop have been mobilized and have been working non-stop these days..."
The shopkeeper babbled and introduced An Qisheng into the inner courtyard.
Behind the weapons shop are weapons furnaces emitting billowing heat, with big men sweating profusely as they bang on the iron blocks.
It’s really an original way of building it.
An Qisheng's eyes moved.
However, although the method is primitive, the quality of weapons made from cold iron and meteorite iron that naturally contain spiritual energy is obviously better than that of Xuanxing iron.
"My hero, please wait a moment."
The shopkeeper poured a cup of tea for An Qisheng, turned around and walked into the yard, shouting a few times.
Two burly men walked out.
The two men carried a dark spear and slowly walked into the house.
The spear was the same color and was two feet long. It seemed extremely heavy. The two big men were carrying it, and their expressions were not relaxed.
"My hero, according to your instructions, this spear is one foot long, no more than one point less, and weighs three hundred and sixty-five kilograms, no more than one foot and no less than one foot. It is made of the toughest cold steel. Made of iron, the cold iron alone is worth three hundred and sixty taels of gold!
A pound of cold iron is one tael of gold. If you ask anywhere else about this price, you will definitely not be lying..."
The shopkeeper ordered the two big men to put down their spears:
"Several masters in our family have made it according to the appearance of the legendary Daewoo Spear. It is an absolute fine product and a top-grade spear!
Four hundred taels of gold is absolutely worth it, and we can only earn some hard-earned money. "
Phew~
An Qisheng didn't answer. He tapped his foot lightly, and the spear not far in front of him bounced up and was held in his palm.
The gun is two feet long, has a bowl-thick mouth, and has fine patterns all over its body. The only strange thing about it is that it has not been sharpened.
This was specially ordered by An Qisheng.
It is natural that you have to do it yourself.
Buzz~
With a slight shake, the spear vibrated like a dragon dancing, and made a loud buzzing sound, which made the shopkeeper stagger.
The shopkeeper and the two big men carrying the weapons were both startled.
They have been running this business for many years, so they naturally know that being able to lift this weight is nothing. To be able to use this weapon, its strength must be more than ten times the weight of the weapon.
This is definitely a master!
"Nice gun."
An Qisheng only felt that his tentacles were cold, the sound of the gunshot was extremely tough, trembling slightly, and the force reached all directions, as if his hands and feet were extending.
Of course it's a good gun.
Four hundred taels of gold was already one-third of the gold and silver accumulated by the Zhao family, nicknamed Nanliang Bancheng Family, and now An Qisheng had it all.
Based on the price of goods in this world, four hundred taels of gold is enough to feed a hundred thousand strong men on a living table for three days.
If it were a Xuanxing, it would cost more than 60 million Daxuan coins.
With such a high cost, if it was not a good gun, he would tear the shopkeeper in half with just one shot.
"The hero is really powerful..."
The shopkeeper opened his mouth and could only marvel.
"Tell me how much it is."
An Qisheng held the spear and couldn't put it down.
During his two lifetimes in Baji, he had been wielding big guns every day. He was more familiar with big guns than any other weapon. He had not touched a gun for several months, and now he had the urge to practice his marksmanship.
With a gun in hand, the feeling of heart-to-heart connection arises spontaneously.
If he had a spear in hand that day, he could kill Kong San with just one shot.
"My hero, didn't we agree on four hundred taels of gold?"
The shopkeeper's heart thumped. Is this person trying to lower the price?
Because of its large output, the price of cold iron is much lower than that of other exotic metals, but it is definitely not a commodity on the market.
"I don't bother to ask if the material fee is three hundred and sixty taels of gold, but the hard-earned money of forty taels of gold is indeed a bit much..."
An Qisheng glanced at the shopkeeper with a half-smile.
One tael of gold per kilogram of cold iron is naturally good, but those who have opened weapons shops all year round naturally have their own purchasing channels. If hundreds of kilograms of cold iron cannot be sold at a discount of one or two cents, he himself will not believe it.
"That's what the hero said."
The shopkeeper wiped his sweat.
A big man holding a 400-pound cold iron gun is looking at you eagerly. How much pressure must he bear?
"I've already paid for the materials. This is ten taels of gold. It's not like my hard work was in vain."
An Qisheng put the gold down with a click.
"Ten taels of gold!"
The shopkeeper's face trembled, and he trembled with heartache: "My hero, your price is too high...how much, can you please add a little more?"
"Fifteen taels, no more."
An Qisheng thought for a while and took out another gold ingot.
"you......"
The two haggled for a while, and finally put down twenty taels of gold. An Qisheng picked up two more long swords and walked out of the weapons shop.
When the shopkeeper walked to the door, a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Although this trip was not as profitable as expected, it was also the biggest business he had ever made in his life.
"The shopkeeper is quite good. He is made of cold iron. He didn't mix other iron materials to deceive me..."
An Qisheng was walking down the long street wearing a cloak and carrying a spear, and the already small crowd dispersed.
For ordinary people, no one in the martial arts world should be provoked.
Until walking out of the city gate.
The king's head guarding the city gate flashed his eyes, and after An Qisheng's figure had gone far away, he whispered to his subordinates:
"Liuzi, go to the Yamen now, find the group of headhunters from Liumen, and tell them that there are masters out of the city..."
After a pause, he added:
"Wearing a cloak, I don't know what he looks like. Let's just say he is carrying a black gun and has a burly figure..."
