I will eventually become a god

"Little junior brother, little junior brother."

Xue Jing was practicing swordsmanship when Zhushan Ying's voice came from outside the training room door.

He paused, sheathed the long knife in his hand, put it on the ground, took off the towel hanging on the wall next to him, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The door to the training room was pushed open, and Zhu Shanying's petite figure rushed in.

"Dang Dang Dang! The hero appears!"

The girl's bright and lively eyes were smiling like crescent moons, and she was holding a rectangular piece of black cloth in her hand.

"Junior brother, look what I brought you."

Xue Jing smiled and said hello:

"Sister Zhu."

Then she looked at the black rectangular strip of cloth in her hand and said curiously:

"What's this?"

Zhu Shanying said with a smile: "Guess what?"

Xue Jing glanced at the long black cloth strip and was about to speak when his eyes suddenly moved.

Inexplicably, he felt that this long black cloth had a strange sense of intimacy, as if it was calling him.

Xue Jing reached out and held the long strip of cloth in his hand, and a feeling of blood connection arose spontaneously.

He opened his mouth and sighed: "What a great knife."

Zhushan Ying was slightly startled and asked strangely: "How did you know it was a knife?"

Xue Jing smiled, "I guessed."

Zhushan Ying pouted, "Junior brother, you are lying."

"If you were to guess, you would only guess that this is a 'knife', so how could you directly say that it is a 'good knife'?"

Xue Jing said in surprise: "Senior Sister Zhu, why do you feel like you are a little smart?"

Hearing this, Zhushan Ying was not very happy.

She glared at Xue Jing and muttered: "What do you mean, I've always been smart, okay?"

The girl stretched out her hands and grabbed Xue Jing's cheeks.

"Tell me, how do you know this is a good knife?"

Xue Jing untied the long black cloth rope in his hand and took it off.

A long knife with a black scabbard was displayed in front of him. The scabbard was embroidered with simple and beautiful silver patterns.

Xue Jing slowly pulled out the knife, and a silvery cold light flashed.

His eyes lit up, he stroked the blade of the knife with a bit of admiration, and said with a smile:

"It... was introducing itself to me just now."

Zhu Shanying said doubtfully: "Huh?"

Introduce yourself? Can this knife still speak?

Xue Jing gently stroked the beautiful long knife in her hand.

It has a black handle and a silver-white blade, and the total length is about one and a half meters.

The shape of the knife should be regarded as a royal sword. It has a slight curvature and reflects a little bit of cold light under the sunlight coming in from the window. It is the kind of knife that can be seen by the naked eye to be extremely sharp.

The natural closeness to weapons brought about by [Bing Strike] allowed him to quickly understand everything about this knife.

It was as if... the knife was introducing itself to him.

Seeing Xue Jing looking like she couldn't put it down, Zhu Shanying was also very happy. She put her hands behind her back and said with a smile:

"This knife belongs to my grandfather's collection."

"Junior brother, aren't you going to join the U19? You need a good weapon... I haven't given you anything since you've been here for so long, so I'll give you this knife!"

Xue Jing paused, shook her head, and was about to say something.

However, Zhu Shanying stepped up and touched his head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my grandfather has a large collection. I also told him that I wanted to give this knife away, and he agreed. of."

"That's it..." Xue Jing looked at the beautiful long knife in his hand, thought for a while, and said:

"Thank you, Senior Sister Zhu... By the way, how much is this knife worth?"

Takeyama Ying nodded his chin.

"Well... the main material of this knife is 'keel steel', which is an alloy smelted from the dragon's keel mixed with other rare metals."

"It is said that the forger was a master named He Jiuxi, who is now retired."

The girl calculated with her fingers.

"If you include the collection value, it should be about 20 million."

Xue Jing's mouth twitched.

A little bit of action, is his entire net worth?

In an instant, Xue Jing quickly threw the knowledge that he was a rich man out of his mind.

"Senior Sister Zhu... this is too precious."

Xue Jing shook his head.

Zhu Shanying said softly:

"Little junior brother."

"You said, 'For the strong, money is just a stone that can be found everywhere, easily obtained, and does not care even if it is thrown away.'"

She stared at Xue Jing.

"It's just a 20 million knife. You think you can't bear it. Can't you afford it?"

The girl's tone was extremely calm, completely different from usual.

"..."

Xue Jing looked at Zhu Shanying steadily.

There seemed to be some hope in her smart eyes.

After a long time, Xue Jing smiled.

"I'm being stingy."

He sheathed the long sword in his hand and said seriously to Zhu Shanying:

"Thank you, Senior Sister Zhu. I will accept the knife."

In the more than a month since he entered the dojo, his strength has grown rapidly.

But the heart energy... didn't seem to fully keep up.

Xue Jing rubbed his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, the words he said when he was showing off would turn into a boomerang and hit him.

Yes, it’s just a mere 20 million.

To him, it was no longer something too valuable to pay back.

Just like an ordinary person wouldn't feel uneasy just because a friend treated him to a meal, to him, the 20 million knife was just 'a meal'.

You need to reflect carefully and adjust your mentality.

"Hmph, this is the junior brother I want to see."

Zhushan Ying's eyes showed a smile again, and he reached out and patted Xue Jing's back.

"Little senior brother, little senior brother!"

Suddenly, an anxious call came from outside the training room door.

Xue Jing and Zhu Shanying looked at each other, then walked to the door with a knife and opened the door.

Outside the door was an ordinary male disciple wearing white practice clothes. After seeing Xue Jing, he quickly said:

"Senior brother, master asked you to go to the training hall."

Xue Jing asked in confusion: "What happened?"

The male disciple explained: "The people from Jinfeng Dojo came to us...it seems they are looking for trouble."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes: "Golden Wind Dojo?"

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"So, you're here to play in the gym?"

In the training hall of Hidden Dragon Dojo.

Li Qi sat in a wheelchair and looked at the two people in front of him, his tone unwavering.

Li Chengxuan, who was standing opposite Li Qi, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Don't get me wrong."

"Who in Qingcheng dares to take the courage of a bear and a leopard and come here to kick the 'Dragon Prince'?"

"I mean communication, pure communication."

Li Qi glanced at him twice and snorted.

"I've heard about you. At such a young age, you can practice the Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword to the point where the blade reaches four tips. You do have some talent."

Li Chengxuan immediately bowed slightly and said with a smile: "It is my honor to be able to fall into your ears."

Li Qi ignored his compliment, but touched the Mediterranean Sea above his head and said lightly:

"However, that old man Jiao Hongyuan protected you so well that you became a little ignorant."

"Compared with my apprentice, your talent is just a pile of dried wild shit on the roadside. I don't even bother to take a look."

Xue Jing just walked to the door of the training hall and suddenly looked strange when he heard this.

This description from the master... is so strange.

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