Book of Disaster

Walking between the mahogany racks, Bai Qi finally stopped slowly in front of a low wooden rack in a hidden corner.

His eyes were fixed on an irregular black object on the wooden shelf.

The object looked neither like a stick nor a sword. Its surface was covered with rust and it emitted an unpleasant smell. Its appearance was extremely inconspicuous.

If it weren't for the guidance of the Heavenly Book, Bai Qi might not even have set his eyes on such a rough thing.

"Attention, a fragment of the ancient relic 'Broken Soul' has been discovered!"

At this moment, the voice of the Heavenly Book rang in Bai Qi's ears, confirming the identity of the inconspicuous object.

"Sir, you are not interested in this piece of scrap metal, are you?"

Zhang Mu noticed Bai Qi's attention to the piece of iron and could not help but frown and advised worriedly:

"The shelves in this corner are filled with broken weapons. These are defective and inferior products, not worth mentioning at all. Especially this piece of iron - I was planning to destroy it completely soon."

"Sir, the tiger-patterned token is extremely precious, and you only have this one chance to choose it, so don't waste it lightly."

"Scrap metal?"

After hearing this, Bai Qi showed a strange look on his face, and an elusive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself:

"Haha, it seems that they have mortal eyes and haven't discovered the preciousness of this thing. This time I can be considered to have picked up a treasure."

At the same time, the voice of the Heavenly Book continued to sound in my mind:

"Duanpo, one of the seven famous swords in the Middle Ages, was forged by the famous forging master Ouyang Zi. Its sharpness is unparalleled in the world."

"During the Middle Ages, it was ruled by many powerful human beings. They fought countless battles and killed nearly a million monsters. They frightened countless monsters and created an extremely fierce reputation. Its aura had a strong inhibitory effect on monsters."

"It was destroyed in a battle at the end of the Middle Ages and has been lost ever since."

"Congratulations to the host Bai Qi for obtaining the ancient relic, the fragment of 'Severed Soul', and the reward is 2 Divine Manifestation Points."

"It's one of the seven famous swords of the Middle Ages... and it also rewards 2 points of Divine Manifestation. This is a real treasure!"

Bai Qi was overjoyed.

One of the seven famous swords in the Middle Ages, this title sounds very loud and has an extraordinary origin.

Not to mention, just obtaining a fragment can earn the Heavenly Book a reward of 2 Manifestation Points.

For this reason alone, this tiger-patterned token is worth using.

"That's it."

Bai Qi immediately picked it up carefully.

"Mr. Bai, think twice!"

On the side, Zhang Mu was completely anxious:

"Although this armory is not as good as the royal treasury, it still has a lot of treasures. Even if we choose the most ordinary sword, its value will be far higher than this piece of scrap metal."

Bai Qi wasted a precious tiger-patterned token and chose such a piece of junk, which was simply a waste of resources.

As a bystander, he couldn't help but feel it was not worth it and felt heartbroken.

"Zhang Mu, what are you doing? This guy has already made his choice, is it your turn to interfere?"

At this moment, Wu Meng suddenly came out and sneered.

He had been following the two of them, and was worried that Bai Qi would take advantage of the situation and pick out some good treasure. He could also find an excuse at any time to use military rules to stop him and trip him up.

Unexpectedly, this kid looked smart but turned out to be blind. He actually chose the most useless piece of scrap metal in the entire armory that was about to be destroyed. He almost laughed out loud.

"Bai Qi, choose to leave your hand. Since you have already chosen this useless...'weapon' and picked it up, you cannot change it."

Wu Meng said in a deep voice, fearing that Bai Qi would go back on his word.

On the other side, Bai Qi was not surprised by Wu Meng's appearance. He had already noticed that he was following him, but he was just too lazy to pay attention to him.

At this moment, his attention was completely focused on the black iron block.

Just now, when he picked up the black iron block, the voice of the Heavenly Book sounded again:

"Attention, I have detected that the flying sword and the broken soul fragments on the host have similar properties. Do you want to spend 20 manifestation points to fuse the two?"

"Can it be integrated?"

Bai Qi was also very surprised. He didn't expect that the heavenly book had such an effect.

He instinctively nodded in agreement, but the next moment, he held back the thought.

The Heavenly Book is his biggest secret and must not be revealed, especially in front of Wu Meng. This place is obviously not a suitable place for fusion.

"I certainly wouldn't change it."

Bai Qi regained his composure, looked at Wu Meng and sneered.

What a joke! This is the Broken Sword, one of the seven famous swords of the Middle Ages. It is priceless. Even if it really enters the royal treasury for selection, I am afraid there is nothing more valuable than this weapon. Only a fool would exchange it.

"Mr. Bai, you can't do that..."

Zhang Mu's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to stop it, but was interrupted by Wu Meng.

"Well, a gentleman's word is as good as gold. Mr. Bai has a keen eye for pearls and is delighted to have found a treasure. I, Wu, would like to congratulate Mr. Bai, hahahaha..."

Wu Meng grinned and congratulated him, but his eyes were full of ridicule and mockery.

What the Bai family's Qilinzi is? He is simply a blind man who doesn't know the value of things. It seems that I have overestimated him before.

"clang!"

At this moment, a loud bell rang in the camp.

"It's time to start gathering for training."

Bai Qi put away the black broken soul and quickly left the armory.

……

The training content was not complicated. After briefly telling the history of the Southwest Camp, a set of Da Yuan Ba ​​Ti Quan was taught.

This set of boxing techniques is more sophisticated and advanced than the ones taught in the recruit camp, but it is still not as good as Bai Qi's Tyrant Dragon Roar Technique.

At this moment, Bai Qi was not training, but doing something more important:

——Flying sword fusion!

In a remote storage tent, Bai Qi took a deep breath, holding the flying sword and the fragments of Broken Soul tightly in his hands, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

After setting up an isolation array and making sure no one was noticing, Bai Qi finally began to act.

As he gave an order in his heart, an invisible force flowed out from the Book of Heaven, entwining and penetrating into the flying sword and the fragments of the Broken Soul like a spirit snake.

That power was so wonderful, it was not just a fusion, it was more like reshaping the soul of the sword.

"Buzz!"

With a low humming sound, like the sound of nature, the flying sword and the broken soul fragments began to slowly merge under the reflection of the light.

The pitch-black broken soul flowed into the flying sword like water, just like ink dripping into a water tank. The originally silver-white flying sword body quickly turned as black as ink from bottom to top.

At the same time, the patterns on the sword became more refined, and the light at the tip of the sword seemed to have condensed stars, emitting brilliant beams of light.

The once dull surface of the sword now shone as brightly as the sun. Every crack emitted brilliance, and every ray of light seemed to carry endless ancient power.

The next moment, an invisible sword energy condensed in the air, as if all the sharpness between heaven and earth gathered here, forming a brand new sword -

The ancient spiritual sword breaks the soul!