Chapter 838

Weapons are an extension of human hands and feet. From this point of view, Bai Lang felt that what was suitable for him at present was striking weapons, and then slowly practicing knife techniques. First of all, he had to find a knife type that was more suitable for him. The choice of striking weapons was simple, "I heard that the general of the whip and mace cannot be resisted by force. In terms of convenience, it is undoubtedly using an iron mace."

And the iron mace also had a benefit, which was that it could also practice some moves in knife techniques—"Is there a big difference between smashing down and chopping down?" Bai Lang said so. He didn't have any expenses on weekdays, perhaps the biggest expense was occasionally going out to find a restaurant to improve his food—however, as one of the leaders of the tooth firm thugs, there were many social engagements on weekdays that could make people invite him to improve his food, so the money saved was still a bit.

This kind of thing was naturally not going to a weapon shop. Those places sold famous knives and precious swords, and one cost at least ten taels of silver, which was still the worst short knife. So he had to find a blacksmith shop. The martial arts in this world were also considered prosperous, and there were many wandering knights who carried knives and swords around their waists, so it was normal for blacksmith shops to make weapons.

On weekdays, Bai Lang usually took a Bu-shaped iron ruler to block and lock the knives of the idlers who caused trouble, but in most cases, his fists and feet were fast, and he had already subdued his opponents before they could move their knives in the blink of an eye. And the idlers who could cause trouble with the tooth firm could only say that they had at most two or three tricks that were not even cat-footed.

Real wandering knights with skills were afraid that they would not be angry with the tooth firm... It was really that the tooth firm couldn't do much evil. If it was a gambling house or a brothel, the trouble that could be caused would be more. The martial arts of the thugs there were at least one level higher than those of the tooth firm, and of course, the income was higher, and there were more extra money.

Bai Lang carried silver and went to a blacksmith shop—doing things in the tooth firm had this benefit, at least he knew clearly which blacksmith shop had authentic craftsmanship. Liu the blacksmith in this blacksmith shop could also make hundred-refined knives. Speaking of which, the appearance might not look very good, but in terms of practicality, it was better than the short knives in the weapon shop for ten taels of silver.

And such a hundred-refined knife, Liu the blacksmith only needed one tael and five cents of silver in total, including materials and labor. The weapon Bai Lang wanted Liu the blacksmith to make definitely had more materials than a hundred-refined knife, but the man-hours for making it were afraid that it would save a lot compared to a hundred-refined knife. "Liu the blacksmith, I want these two iron maces to be four-edged. You open the edge for all four edges, and make the mace head into a cone shape so that it can break armor—it can also play a role against horizontal training kung fu. I have one tael of silver as a deposit here, and I will give you the rest when you deliver the goods. Oh, by the way, help me make a six-sided sword, don't make it long, just one and a half times the length of my forearm."

Let Liu the blacksmith measure the length of Bai Lang's arm and palm, and then Bai Lang chose a suitable weight, then put down the silver and agreed to pick it up in a few days. Bai Lang went back to practice martial arts directly—at this time, he needed to open all the meridians of his body, and the time he practiced martial arts hard every day was not enough, so where did he have time to wander around.

And he also had his own job to do. When working in the tooth firm, he had to go to the scene, and even more to accompany the tooth people to go out as a middleman. The time he could practice martial arts seriously every day was probably at most three hours. Bai Lang didn't want to stand out—the key was that gang members couldn't resign... Washing hands in a golden basin was possible, but as a leader of the tooth firm thugs, he didn't even have a position in the gang, so washing hands in a golden basin was a fart. It was really a big head...

Washing hands in a golden basin really required making a golden basin, which was also considered a rule. Bai Lang just forgot it. His total net worth now was about twenty taels of silver, which was a huge sum for an ordinary commoner bachelor, but in the eyes of martial arts people—hahahahaha.

Bai Lang, who didn't waste time, was gesturing even when walking on the road. Who let this divine skill of the Golden Bell Shield be more inclined to external kung fu and dynamic kung fu—at least the first few passes were like this. Bai Lang returned to the rhythm of the past. In the eyes of others, he was also very boring. As a thug in a tooth firm, he didn't go to brothels, didn't go out to cause trouble to do his own business, and only knew how to practice martial arts in his small courtyard all day long. If this kind of person wasn't the most capable fighter in the tooth firm, no one would definitely want to pay attention to him.

When practicing the Golden Bell Shield, with the flow of internal force, a vigorous bell sound would vaguely come out when rushing through the acupuncture points. Fortunately, the sound was very low, and the thugs in the tooth firm only had this much kung fu, so Bai Lang was not worried that anyone would see through his background. And that Jade Fish had been inlaid on a silver base and worn around Bai Lang's neck. He didn't know if this Jade Fish would take him to travel again. Even if there were no opportunities, it was good to have extra time to practice in other worlds.

The lifespan of an innate expert was already as long as three sixty-year cycles. If there were higher experts, they would definitely be able to live longer. So Bai Lang felt that he was still young and had the capital to fight. Five days later, Bai Lang went to Liu the blacksmith's place, and this pair of iron maces and a short sword were placed in front of him.

The color of the iron mace was not pitch black, but rather carried a bit of snow-bright light. The blacksmith carefully polished the surface—that's right, didn't he want to open the edge? The four-edged edge was not very sharp, but in Bai Lang's view, it was enough. The four-foot-long iron mace was as thick as a wrist, but the weight of lifting it was only a hundred pounds—because it was hollow.

With Bai Lang's current power of the first pass of the Golden Bell Shield, lifting this iron mace and swinging it with one hand didn't feel heavy, but rather felt quite handy. And that short sword was also half a palm wide, and the weight was twenty pounds, which was considered a relatively heavy heavy sword—in terms of length, it was only a short sword, but in terms of weight, it was considered a heavy sword.

The mace was equipped with a leather rope to be worn on the wrist, and the short sword was equipped with a scabbard. Bai Lang was quite satisfied, so he settled the remaining payment and carried the iron mace back to the small courtyard. The kung fu of practicing the mace could be practiced at the same time as practicing the Golden Bell Shield. Just treat it as having two dumbbells in his hand, and in terms of striking, it could also be used as an extension of his fist.

The mace technique was relatively simple, nothing more than smashing, hanging, stabbing, and their different variants. This weapon was originally used to hurt people with force, and compared to knives and swords, it was more fault-tolerant—if you held a knife or sword in your hand, it was not an easy thing to control the correct direction of the blade in battle.

"Twelve regular meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, so far I have only opened the Ren meridian and six regular meridians and two meridians. The progress is not slow, but the accumulated internal force is quite insufficient. The most important thing for the Golden Bell Shield internal force to rush through the pass is vigor. It seems that I still have to slow down the speed of rushing through the pass and strive to temper my strength and essence, so that I can rush through the pass later." Bai Lang thought so, and at this moment he was sitting cross-legged in his room, just completing the practice of one cycle. And just at this time, he noticed a little abnormality, his chest felt like it was burning, and he looked down, but saw a face of something flashing and disappearing on his chest, and then Bai Lang fell into a coma in a trance. ===== CHAPTER 839 =====