This martial saint is too generous

"Before you make an offer, you should give a demonstration first!"

Qin Jinyang was still looking forward to it.

Darts?

Boomerang?

Return the heavy rain pear blossom needle!

"You're weird. Since you already know that I'm proficient in hidden weapons, why bother?"

The owner was puzzled.

Qin Jinyang had a calm face, said nothing, and was a bit mysterious.

"Okay... let me demonstrate it to you!"

The owner bent down and grabbed a handful of soil.

Uh-huh!

As soon as he turned around, the soil was sprinkled on several wooden piles nearby.

The owner nodded, his expression very satisfied.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Qin Jinyang was waiting, waiting for tools such as darts and knives to appear.

The owner is also waiting.

He waited for Qin Jinyang to be surprised and admired.

"Just...that's it?"

Soon, Qin Jinyang came back to his senses.

Damn it, if I throw some dirt out, is this what you call a hidden weapon?

"Do you understand?"

The owner of the museum also saw it at this time. The young man in front of him only knew that he had a hidden weapon, but knew nothing about the specifics of the hidden weapon.

He didn't even know anything about martial arts.

His own performance was like playing the piano to a cow.

"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing about a concealed weapon?"

the curator asked.

"Can you kill the enemy?" Qin Jinyang replied.

"Yes, but it's also wrong. It's very general!"

"Hidden weapons must first be concealed and used by surprise."

"Secondly, concealed weapons must be easy to carry and cannot be detected. It is best to have them handy."

"Finally, it's the killing effect! And the killing power is something that can be sacrificed. You have been forced to use hidden weapons. It is just to escape when you are desperate, or to force the opponent to reveal a flaw. A handful of dirt is enough, but you still have to rely on killing people. Sword.”

The owner walked up to the wooden pile.

"There are six wooden stakes here. I throw a handful of soil out, and the wooden stakes are all hit in the eyes. They are accurate and the force is enough. Can you do it?"

"My family has a secret weapon method that can control any dust. In addition to loess, there are also various poisonous powders."

"It can be found everywhere, and it is the most unexpected thing. It is the hidden weapon that can be found at your fingertips."

The owner grabbed another handful of yellow sand and asked Qin Jinyang to throw it away himself.

Qin Jinyang walked closer to observe.

really.

That handful of soil looks ordinary, but if you look closely, you can see that the eye positions of the six wooden stakes have indeed been carefully taken care of and accurately. Moreover, the wooden stakes have been punched with traces. If they hit the fragile eyes, the consequences can be imagined. .

Qin Jinyang spread it out by himself, but the soil only spread evenly. After a gust of wind, the loess covered the wooden piles, but it had no effect at all.

"The body of a warrior has been tempered for thousands of years. Anyone who loves to fight bravely has been exposed to wind and rain. Do you think it will be useful for ordinary people to throw dirt at warriors? Ordinary people can think of plots, but warriors will not be prepared?"

The owner asked again.

"I've learned this trick... you tell me the price!"

Qin Jinyang made up his mind without thinking too much.

Loess and lime are indeed a good way to deal with evil. By controlling these things, the survival coefficient will be greatly improved.

"Looking at your fine bones and your martial arts prodigy, I'll charge you 300 taels of silver. You're a good boy!"

The owner said seriously.

"No, I want to give you 3,000 taels!"

Qin Jinyang made a serious counteroffer.

"You...are not joking!"

The owner of the museum was very excited.

Magpies have been calling on the roof in the morning. Could it be that the God of Wealth is coming?

"You were the one who made the joke first...I'll give you three taels to try and learn."

Qin Jinyang sneered.

"Brother, it's okay to bargain, but you have to be moderate. You're not bargaining, you're here to make a grudge."

The owner of the museum couldn't hide the look in his eyes that he wanted to kill someone.

"Ten taels of silver, whether you like it or not."

Qin Jinyang said.

"That's all! For 10 taels of silver, I will teach you personally for one day!"

"The dirty talk is ahead. Hidden weapons are difficult to master. If you are not strong enough to be an iron tree, you will need at least 10 days to get started! This time, you must prepare at least 100 taels, otherwise you will be wasted. Don't blame me for not reminding you. !”

The owner frowned and told the final price.

"I'll buy you one day first, I think it's enough."

Qin Jinyang nodded.

"Haha... young people are so arrogant! Leave the money and come to me tomorrow morning!"

The owner laughed.

According to the records of the family genealogy, the great-great-grandfather of Baiyingengen also spent six days.

Your day?

Don't cry then.

"Let's stay up all night, twelve hours, start counting now!"

Qin Jinyang took out 10 taels of silver.

Staying at the martial arts school can save money on a hotel room.

On this vacation, he could stay overnight.

…

"Dust Raising Gong"

By running the Qi, the dust will be controlled as desired.

For beginners, throwing a handful of dust will be more accurate and powerful, and will not be blown away by the wind.

The level of the curator belongs to Dacheng. There are gatherings in the scattered dust. The scattered dust may seem ordinary, but it hides murderous intent.

The dust that was hit at the eyes of the wooden pile just now is a hard lump of condensed Qi. Mixed in the dust, its hardness is already stronger than ordinary stones, which makes it easier for people to relax their vigilance.

That is already the highest level of a curator.

According to the curator, after it is completed, the zhenqi can condense dust into any shape, daggers and darts, and even assassinate enemies from ten miles away, which are sharper than bows and arrows.

At that time, wherever the fingers touched, the dust particles were hidden weapons.

At the level of a curator, it can only be condensed into small pieces, mixed in the dust, and hit by surprise, aiming at the eye.

Among the whole family of the owner, only his great-grandfather has reached great success in cultivation. In those years, his great-grandfather was a world-famous killer, elusive and elusive. The family fortune accumulated by the old man throughout his life has not been completely destroyed until now.

But even so, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and the owner still has a few properties.

Qin Jinyang noticed that this technique had a fatal flaw.

The consumption is too terrible.

right!

The consumption of true energy is terrifying. If there is no deep foundation of true energy to support it, and a handful of dirt is thrown out, the true energy will be exhausted.

Qin Jinyang didn't bother to expose it. He specialized in Dajiang Gong and was specialized in treating toothache.

…

[Tip: Do you want to spend 5 potential points to practice "Dust Raising Skill" to the basic level? 】

…

"How is it? Can you understand?"

The owner of the museum gave careful guidance, but he was exhausted.

He doesn't have any secrets to hide. In today's world, if someone can become a teacher, he will be a living advertisement. He can't ask for it.

Moreover, his own martial arts has a big flaw, as it requires extremely high levels of Qi. Most people will not waste their energy, so they will fool the uninitiated.

"It is indeed difficult, but I believe that as long as you work hard enough and are attentive enough, you can definitely master it."

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and I believe in myself.”

Qin Jinyang glanced at the panel.

There are currently 5 potentials remaining.

add a bit!

…

Name: Qin Jinyang

Identity: Helper of Helan Villa

Root bone: rotten wood level [next stage: iron tree level (19/20)]

Martial arts: "Dajiang Kung Fu (Xiao Cheng)" and "Chen Yang Kung Fu (Introduction)"

Potential: 0 points

…

Buzz.

Qin Jinyang's arm suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Suddenly, countless images emerged in his mind, as if there was a dark figure spreading soil sleeplessly and running the Chen Yang Gong formula over and over again.

This is actually the case.

It turns out that purely using potential to add points is completely different from practicing in a strict manner.

It’s not something you get for nothing at all, but you actually have to go through the pain and length of practice in a split second.

At the same time, countless insights in martial arts and summaries of failures also appeared in the depths of my mind and were unforgettable.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Qin Jinyang sitting on the ground with a painful expression, the owner also became nervous.

"I'm fine... I'll take my leave now."

Qin Jinyang was very sleepy and exhausted. Now he just wanted to find an inn to sleep.

"It's only been two hours. There are still ten hours left. You..."

The owner of the museum tried to persuade Qin Jinyang, "You should try to practice. Are you pretending to be sick?"

"No need!"

Qin Jinyang shook his head.

I have learned that I can just leave quietly.

…

[Prompt: Are you willing to demonstrate your dust-raising skills and let the poor frog in the well see what a genius is? 】