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It was a machete commonly used by warriors. What attracted Chi Tianmin was its golden color.

Of course, gold does not mean gold. Gold is not suitable for weapons. It is a special alloy, which is relatively common and is a common material for weapons.

But the power of the caster is to turn decay into magic. An ordinary machete was forged into a work of art under Uncle Tie's hands.

The entire blade of the blade is golden, exuding a faint luster. The blade has been opened, revealing a cold glow. The blade is about three feet long and half a foot wide.

Chi Tianmin also has a knife, which he uses for training and keeps in his Xumi bag.

But as he entered the entry level, the knife no longer seemed so easy to use.

Chi Tianmin walked over, took off the machete, and weighed it with his hands. The weight was just right.

He casually practiced a few basic skills of a sword warrior, and unexpectedly became comfortable with them.

Chi Tianmin looked at the knife fondly, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Judging from the casting skills of this knife, Uncle Tie must be a master forger.

"Oh, you boy turns out to be a sword warrior. I haven't seen you use a weapon along the way?" Zhang Jin saw his actions.

Chi Tianmin was always cautious in front of him, not daring to expose his Sumeru bag, so he never used his machete.

"Uncle Tie, how much does this knife cost?" Chi Tianmin ignored Zhang Jin, raised the knife in his hand, and asked Uncle Tie.

Uncle Tie was drinking tea from a tea bowl. He casually glanced at the machete in Chi Tianmin's hand and raised a finger.

"Ten thousand spirit coins? I have no money now, can I get it on credit first?" Chi Tianmin frowned. All his money was robbed, but he really liked this knife.

"Pfft!" Uncle Tie, who was drinking tea, sprayed it far away. He choked and coughed several times before he recovered.

"It seems that you have really found a big fat sheep." Uncle Tie looked at Zhang Jin with profound meaning.

He just raised a finger, which meant one hundred spirit coins. This knife is suitable for entry-level use, and one hundred spirit coins is already a hefty price.

But Chi Tianmin, who was rich and wealthy, thought that the things produced by the master would not be cheap, so he directly offered a price of 10,000 yuan.

Zhang Jin also shook his head. As expected, he was a young master and had no idea about the market price.

"I gave you this knife as a gift. I will deduct ten thousand from the money I robbed you of."

From the two people's reactions, Chi Tianmin also saw that he was making a joke.

But he was not angry, and held the machete happily. He had no intention of getting the money bag back from Zhang Jin.

Farewell to Uncle Tie, Zhang Jin's preparations for entering the far north ice field were completed.

It was still early, so when he saw Chi Tianmin, who was carrying a machete and smiling broadly, Zhang Jin's heart moved.

"Boy, it's still early. Let's go to the countryside and try the power of this knife." Zhang Jin suggested.

When Chi Tianmin heard this, he was also quite moved. He had not practiced martial arts in recent times, and now that he had a good weapon, his hands were really itchy.

Without much hesitation, Chi Tianmin followed Zhang Jin and walked to the outskirts of the city. After walking for about half an hour, the two came to a hill.

Zhang Jin didn't need to say anything, Chi Tianmin had already taken the initiative to play with the machete in his hand and began to practice the basic skills of a sword warrior.

Chopping, slashing, sweeping, blocking, Chi Tianmin used the knife like a tiger, and he was full of arrogance.

Years of martial arts training have made Chi Tianmin develop a habit, and he hasn't been so hearty for a long time.

Zhang Jin stood aside with his hands folded, watching Chi Tianmin's drill. It must be said that Chi Tianmin's basic skills were quite solid. Even the strict Zhang Jin couldn't find any faults and just nodded slightly.

After practicing the basic martial arts skills, Chi Tianmin grabbed the machete and slashed at the big tree in front of him with a jump. The big tree as thick as a bowl was broken with the sound of the knife.

"Good knife, really good knife!" After completing a series of actions, Chi Tianmin repeatedly praised the machete in his hand. It was much easier to use than his previous machete.

"Boy, have you ever thought about specializing in one discipline? You want to practice martial arts, and you want to practice skills. In the end, you achieve nothing." Zhang Jin's voice came slowly, and he had a love for talents.

After the practice of countless predecessors, in the current era, there is no future for practicing both martial arts and martial arts.

A master who cultivates both martial arts and martial arts is far inferior to a martial saint who specializes in martial arts. The aura of the current environment is not enough to support dual cultivation of martial arts and martial arts.

"If you want to specialize in one discipline, I suggest you practice martial arts. Your martial arts talent is higher than your martial arts talent." Chi Tianmin spends far less time practicing martial arts than he does martial arts, so his martial arts skills are better than those of martial arts. Much more superb.

Chi Tianmin could only shake his head helplessly. His situation was more complicated. He also wanted to specialize in one subject, but conditions did not allow it.

Without special encounters, his cultivation would stop at the entry level.

The aura left behind by the Medicine God can only support his cultivation to the fifth or sixth level of entry. After that, he can only rely on himself and his own talent, and he may only be able to get started in his lifetime.

Zhang Jin didn't know that Chi Tianmin was almost unable to practice, so he made this suggestion.

If he knew that Chi Tianmin, a waste of cultivation, could reach this point, he might secretly curse at the waste of resources.

Knowing what the Medicine God spent on Chi Tianmin, it would not be a big problem to create a saint.

"Boy, go get some game for lunch." It can be seen that Zhang Jin is in a good mood today, maybe because he has prepared something to hunt the snow lion beast.

Hearing the word lunch, Xiaoqi also chirped beside her and started jumping up and down.

He is a snack eater. It has been a few hours since he went out in the morning, and he is already very hungry.

Chi Tianmin did not refuse, and took Xiao Qi and walked deep into the woods with a machete.

Although Xiaoqi's attack power is not very good, it has a keen intuition for danger, and its nose is very useful. No matter where there is delicious food, it can't escape its little nose.

Xiao Qi led the way, followed closely by Chi Tianmin. After a while, Chi Tianmin returned with a full load and several firebirds in his hands.

Firebirds are the lowest level monsters, on the same level as Snowball Beasts. They are red and bloated. They can fly at low altitudes and short distances, and they can spit fire. Many people have domesticated them to make fire.

Chi Tianmin is very familiar with grilling flamingos. In Xiaoyu Village, he often grilled flamingos with his friends.

Cleaning, dehairing, setting up firewood, and lighting a fire are all a skillful process.

It didn't take long for several firebirds to be roasted until they were golden brown. The fat dripped on the fire, making a sizzling sound and exuding a fragrant smell.

Zhang Jin, a master at the master level, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Xiao Qi was even more unbearable and kept spinning around the fire.

Finally, when the firebirds were roasted, Chi Tianmin first handed one to Zhang Jin, then threw one to Xiao Qi, and finally he picked up one and ate it slowly.

As a warrior, his appetite is much larger than that of normal people. Zhang Jin still has to maintain his master's demeanor in front of Chi Tianmin.

Although the roasted flamingo was delicious, he still didn't eat it quickly. When he finished the first one and was about to get the second one, he saw that Xiao Qi was about to finish the second one.

It's really unreasonable that a little monster dares to steal food from you, Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Jin held the remaining two firebirds in one hand, leaving Xiao Qi looking at Chi Tianmin pitifully.

Having no other choice, Chi Tianmin picked up the machete and went hunting again. The two of them and one beast ate more than ten firebirds before giving up.