Just because the old man recovered from the strange injury, he deserves his respect.
Hearing the respect in Huang Feng's tone, the old man still had no other reaction.
He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, go in, remember the rules."
"Okay, I know."
Huang Feng nodded and pushed open the unlocked door.
As soon as he entered, rows of shelves caught his eye.
On each shelf, there is an item, and an introduction sign is hung below.
Knives, swords, axes... eighteen kinds of weapons, there is no shortage of them all.
There are also some special items.
【tiles】
【pen】
【Nail clippers】
【Card issuance】
…
Even though these items may look small and are daily necessities, they are all nourished by spiritual energy and have special powers.
"These things don't suit me."
After a brief glance, Huang Feng looked away. There was no item that made him feel like he was on a whim.
The first contract item is particularly important for the charioteer. It depends on whether it is suitable for your own talents.
Huang Feng's talent is unknown, and he cannot directly go to the corresponding item to resonate like people with awakening sequence talents.
"What exactly is my talent?"
Huang Feng touched his chin, his eyes wandering...
When his eyes fell on the innermost shelf where the knives were placed, his heart suddenly shook.
He was shocked!
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of ecstasy.
After a few steps, I walked forward and saw knives placed on the shelves in rows on the fifth floor.
The shapes of the knives are different, and the auras they emit are also different.
"It's this knife!"
Soon, Huang Feng was attracted by a special knife.
The blade was completely pitch black, and even the light shining on it did not reflect at all, as if all the light was absorbed.
【ink】
Looking at the introduction on the brand: The sword of "Mo Jun", the king-level charioteer who once walked out of No. 3 Middle School, fell during the strange craze twenty years ago. This knife that killed countless strange people returned to the arsenal of No. 3 Middle School.
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Note: If the blade is damaged, the sword may shatter if the spiritual energy exceeds the silver-level spiritual pressure.
"No wonder the sword of a king-level warrior has been left here gathering dust and has not been chosen."
Looking at the last line of fine print, Huang Feng murmured.
The arsenal is a place where the charioteers who have just awakened their talents come to contract the first weapon. The first weapon in life cannot be compromised by anyone.
But [Mo] had an inexplicable attraction to Huang Feng, so he took it off the shelf.
As soon as he took it, a mysterious feeling was like electricity passing through his body, and he almost groaned due to the soothing numbness.
Looking closer, I saw a few thin cracks on the blade body.
Although it won't break apart as soon as it is used, Huang Feng knows that once the spiritual pressure is too high, [Ink] will definitely break apart.
Um?
A flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. Huang Feng brought the knife body close to his eyes and found that the crack was missing.
At the same time, he also noticed that the spiritual energy in his body was reduced by 10%.
The spiritual energy disappears very slowly. If he didn't only have black iron level spiritual pressure, he might not be able to detect it.
The higher the level of spiritual pressure, the faster the recovery speed of spiritual energy. The speed at which [Ink] absorbs spiritual energy is insignificant for a warrior above the Black Iron level.
It is also difficult to detect this.
That's it.
After Huang Feng thought for a few seconds, he decided to choose [Ink] as his first contract weapon.
The disappearance of the crack was not a coincidence. As he thought, Contract [Mo] was undoubtedly the most suitable choice at the moment.
Turning around and coming to the door, Huang Feng flashed [ink] at the old man, "This is my choice."
The old man did not open his eyes and nodded gently.
After Huang Feng left, the old man opened his eyes.
There was an astonishing gleam in his cloudy eyes.
"It has been left for twenty years and no one has chosen it. What an interesting little guy."
With the old man's ability, he could naturally tell that Huang Feng's spiritual pressure was not high, but it was such a person with low spiritual pressure who chose [Mo], who was judged by most of the charioteers to have no future.
Everyone has secrets, and the old man was only interested for a moment and had no intention of exploring.
In this world, people who don’t have any secrets will not live long.
Huang Feng took [Ink], came to the contract room, received the number plate, and waited quietly.
Thirty charioteers who had awakened their talents couldn't wait to come to the contract room.
Huang Feng went to the arsenal before them all, but was the last one to come to the contract room.
His arrival did not attract too much attention. A person with a black iron level and unknown talent did not deserve too much attention at all.
But the eyes of two people have been fixed on Huang Feng since he came in.
Wang Jiao and Zhou Teng.
"Huang Feng, why did you choose it?"
[Mo]’s name is known to everyone in the circle of No. 3 Middle School.
Wang Jiao was surprised when she saw that the item Huang Feng chose was [Ink]: "Your spiritual pressure may not be able to break through the silver level in your lifetime, so there is no need to choose a useless weapon."
"Without the ability to break through, doesn't it seem like a perfect match for this weapon, which can at most withstand silver-level spiritual pressure?"
When Zhou Teng saw the [ink] in Huang Feng's hand, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic in his heart: If you are a waste, how can you compete with me?
Seeing that Huang Feng didn't speak, Wang Jiao didn't know what to think. There was a hint of urgency on her face: "Huang Feng, don't be stubborn. While there is no contract yet, go to the arsenal and choose another item as a weapon."
"That's right, doing this is simply making fun of the rest of your life."
"Look at how kind-hearted Mr. Wang is. He is indeed one of the three school beauties of No. 3 Middle School."
"Hey, I understand what Huang Feng is thinking. He is unwilling to be dumped at this time and wants to win the sympathy of the school beauty Wang."
"How virtuous and capable, it's good to have him once. When the school beauty was able to take a fancy to him, it was because his ancestral grave was covered in smoke. I'd say it's a good thing that the school beauty Wang woke up in time and drew a clear line with him."
"Otherwise... hehe..."
When other students saw that Huang Feng was going his own way, they said anything.
Huang Feng remained unmoved and stood quietly in the last position.
"Oh...I really admire you. Just do whatever you like."
Seemingly helpless towards Huang Feng, Wang Jiao sighed artificially and stopped looking at him.
"Jiaojiao, don't be angry, this kind of person is not worth it." Zhou Teng was very happy in his heart and smiled to comfort Wang Jiao, even though Wang Jiao did not give him a good look.
The contract process is very simple. You only need to put a drop of blood on the item and establish a relationship with the item through resonance.
The reason why the school requires students to sign contracts in the contract room is just as a precaution.
Soon it was Huang Feng's turn, he entered the contract room, bit his middle finger, and wiped the blood on [Mo]'s blade. He immediately sensed an intimate connection, transmitted from [Mo].
As the spiritual energy floated, Huang Feng felt more intuitively that the cracks on the [Mo] knife body were slowly reducing.
The second crack is fading.
"it is as expected."
Suddenly, Huang Feng seemed to understand what his talent was.
"It's a bit outrageous."
Muttering to himself, Huang Feng brushed his palm over [Mo]'s cold blade, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"Mo, soon, you will regain your former glory."
Buzz!
[ink] trembled very gently and made a soft sound...