6 Don't Put The Flag

Windrush was delighted to see a prompt suddenly flash in "Weapon Strategy." "Amethyst?"

He focused and opened the Tool Policy in his mind. In the [Materials section], the Purple Crystal's information had already appeared.

[Amethyst: When added to the forging, it can make the instrument hard and soft.]

"It can make instruments hard and soft?"

Feng Ling pondered these words carefully, his eyes growing brighter.

"It's hard and soft at the same time. Does that mean it's both hard and tough and flexible?"

"It's rumored that there was soft armor made of golden silk in ancient times. It was made of special materials and was light and soft. It could also allow people to have good defense. However, that was in the era of cold weapons. If modern firearms hit the body, without enough hardness, the pure impact could probably kill people."

"And modern body armor can withstand the impact of bullets. While its defense increases, so does its hardness. Therefore, it can only be made into a vest to ensure as much mobility as possible."

"If the Purple Crystal's effect is as I think it is, can I create a protective armor that combines the advantages of the two?"

"Even though this sounds unbelievable, demons have appeared. It's not unusual for a few magical materials to appear, right?"

Feng Ling was filled with energy at the thought, but as soon as he stood up, his legs buckled and he sat back down.

Feng Ling took out a small communicator from his waist with a bitter smile.

"Haha, it's not broken yet. Fortunately, I had the foresight to put it in this position. Otherwise, with the impact just now, it would have been restored long ago."

After Feng Ling issued a series of instructions on it, he placed it back to its original position.

Not long after, the sound of a car came. Two headlights shone on Feng Ling from afar.

The pickup truck was getting closer. A mechanical arm on the driver's side was holding the wheel. When it saw the wind plume, it stuck out a thumb, then turned and pointed its fingertips down.

Feng Ling maintained a smile. When the car arrived, he asked Nine Rings to "capture" him into the car. He then instructed Bai Yi and the corpses of the wild beasts he had killed previously to be thrown into the truck bed. He picked up the Bull Slaying Knife and the pieces of the Pig Slaughtering Knife before returning home.

'I'll half the overtime pay in view of your behaviour just now.'

After saying that, Feng Ling walked into the room to take a shower and sleep. Only the mechanical arm stayed in place for a long time before raising its middle finger at the door and going to deal with the mess in the car.

Early in the morning, Feng Ling woke up on time. Even though a few parts of her body still hurt, the morning was the fastest time to strengthen the warm current in her body. Naturally, she could not waste it.

With the help of the breathing technique, Feng Ling began to follow the healing posture in the "Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique" and prepared to repair his body.

He didn't know if it was because the breathing technique was magical, or because the body-tempering divine technique, Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique, was powerful, or if the two of them had undergone some unbelievable changes.

After completing the twelve postures, Feng Ling felt refreshed. Not only did the pain completely disappear, but the injuries in her body had also healed to 80%. There was also new progress in the Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique.

The "Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique" was a body-tempering technique that came from a weight-bearing ring forged from Feng Ling.

As long as Feng Ling was wearing the weight-bearing ring, the "Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique" would constantly improve. Unfortunately, this cultivation technique was too profound and the progress was too slow.

The "Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique" was divided into several major realms. Feng Ling was currently in the first realm—Nine Cauldrons.

According to the introduction, the progress of the first realm was very simple. When one could materialize the nine cauldrons, it would be considered successful.

Feng Ling was only at the "Three Cauldrons" realm yesterday. After killing Bai Yi yesterday, he had barely forged the fourth cauldron. This morning, in just half an hour, the fourth cauldron had condensed.

This progress was comparable to him naturally improving by wearing a weight-bearing ring for a month.

Feng Ling couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known that the Breathing Technique had such a strong auxiliary effect on the Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique…

At this moment, he might be able to condense the nine cauldrons and enter the next stage.

If he had the defense of the Nine Cauldrons, the big move that Bai Yi had created last night would really be enough to break through his defense.

"But it's not too late. I'll fix the weight-bearing ring later. Double-barreled. Let's pile up the defenses first."

After a life and death battle, Feng Ling personally felt how important it was to have a powerful defense.

No matter how powerful Bai Yi's hands were, his chest was still pierced through by a Pig Slaughtering Knife.

After the morning exercise, Feng Ling directly repaired the damaged part of the weight-bearing ring from yesterday.

At this moment, his weight-bearing ring was indeed over 50 kilograms. With his current physical fitness, this level was a little light. However, the production of weight rings was very troublesome. It was not something that could be completed in a short time.

Feng Ling put on the weight-bearing ring again, stretched his body, and set off.

He chose to run instead of driving today.

This world was so dangerous now. He could not let go of any opportunity to become stronger.

It turned out that the more physical energy one consumed while wearing a weight-bearing ring, the more feedback they would receive.

When he arrived at the shop, Feng Ling did not stay idle. He began to think about how to better use the Purple Crystal.

Making armor was just an idea, but what other materials should be used, the specific use and ratio of the Purple Crystal, all of these needed to be studied.

It was also important to eliminate some general errors from the theory before actually doing it.

In the drawing room, the light suddenly converged.

Feng Ling looked up and realized that the sky outside the door was actually dark.

He glanced at the small watch beside him. It was only ten in the morning. It should be the time when the sun was high in the sky.

After taking a closer sniff, Feng Ling could not help but frown.

It didn't taste right.

It was not that he had any sense of smell, but the smell in the air was clearly the strong smell of blood.

But it wasn't the smell of fresh blood. It was like a nauseating stench after holding it in an enclosed space all night.

Feng Ling had killed many wild beasts in recent years and was very sensitive to this smell.

Most importantly, as the black fog spread, he actually sensed that the blood qi in his body was being pulled by a strange force and was about to flow out.

Instead of driving today, Feng Ling stepped on a floor tile and a secret compartment suddenly opened under the counter. A Six-Faced Han sword flashed with a cold light.

Feng Ling took it in his hand and headed for the door.

At the same time, an army had already begun to evacuate and surround the town.

At the front, a lieutenant frowned and stared at the black fog in the sky.

Beside him was a middle-aged man in a black trench coat with a cigar in his mouth.

"When will the reinforcements arrive?" The lieutenant asked in a deep voice.

"It's too late." The middle-aged man blew out a cloud of smoke and handed the cigar to the lieutenant beside him. "I'll go in first. Keep the cigar for me."

"No, that's a ranked demon. And you have a ranked demon artifact. You're only level seven. You'll be courting death if you go in."

"The Support is Thunder Squad. He's fast, and I have a trump card… If I don't go in, you know better than I do what happens to this whole town."

The middle-aged man handed over the cigar. "Don't worry, I'll come out and finish smoking… Forget it, I won't stick such a flag. Don't worry."