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Chapter 318: Critical Hit
There were only two people in the office.

Yan Jing coughed dryly and said, "Do you know the origin of this sword? If you can guess it, it means that you have some fate with it."

Chen Mo asked curiously, "Didn't you say you were from the Abyss?"

".I mean, who did it belong to before?"

"Senior Cui?" Chen Mo asked.

"Yes. You guessed it right."

Yan Jing said, "It is very suitable for performing the Nine Killing Antelope Song, but... there is no but. Since it is a top-grade spiritual weapon, you can't use it. Wait until you reach the Grandmaster level before you come to get it."

"it is good."

Chen Mo agreed so readily that Yan Jing was a little overwhelmed.

Although top-grade spiritual tools can only be used after reaching the eighth realm, most people always want to put the things in their pockets and run. After all, even if they can't reach the eighth realm, at least they will have an extra fortune.

But Chen Mo was sure that he would reach the eighth level in no time. As long as Yan Jing promised it personally, it would be like he had already obtained it.

He rubbed his hands and said, "President Yan, let's talk about something practical."

Yan Jing smiled and shook his head: "I asked you to come here to talk about practical matters. If I hadn't seen you staring at the sword with your eyes wide open, I wouldn't have changed the subject."

Chen Mo said, "I'm not greedy for money. It's just that when I came in, I saw the sword and I wanted to try the Nine Killing Antelope Song with it."

Yan Jing frowned slightly.

As an old senior who has practiced for decades, he is very clear about the theory of the activity of spiritual weapons and knows the details of the sword.

The idea that Chen Mo said was too specific. It made him think of some things, but it also made him more determined not to give the sword to him now.

"When you reach the fifth realm, if you use a high-grade spiritual weapon, it will drain all your meridians."

Yan Jing warned, "Even if you go to the Nether Abyss at that time, don't use the top-grade spiritual weapon rashly."

"Yes." Chen Mo answered seriously, as a way to reassure the dean.

"The reward I mentioned before."

Yan Jing finally got to the point. "My personal contribution to you is four thousand according to the same standard of the martial arts academy. In addition, I will give you an extra mid-grade weapon, which will be just right for you when you reach the sixth realm in a while."

Chen Mo was overjoyed.

The lower, middle and upper grades of spiritual weapons do not simply indicate strength, but also their rarity and cost of use.
Except for storage spiritual tools that have almost no consumption, other spiritual tools basically cannot be used across borders, otherwise the principle of devouring spiritual power will make the user too much to bear.

Except for ancient spiritual weapons like Cunluan that are beyond the system, most other spiritual weapons follow the principle that the higher the quality, the stronger and rarer they are.

Chen Mo has reached the sixth realm and can already use mid-grade spiritual weapons, and what he needs most now is weapons.

Back in the Weaponry Institute, Wu Dayong did not recommend him to exchange for lower-grade weapons, because lower-grade weapons were mediocre in effect and not as practical as functional ones.

But the middle-grade ones are the core reserve for most extraordinary people. The weapons of this period are powerful, and because people in the sixth and seventh realms generally practice for a long time, and it is even the upper limit of many people's lifetime, that is to say, this weapon can be used for many years.

Although Chen Mo's practice progressed faster, he did not expect to have a breakthrough every two months at this stage. At least he had been in the fifth realm for almost three months and had not yet broken through. It was normal for him to spend one or two years to break through the sixth and seventh realms.

During this period, it is very necessary to have a mid-quality weapon to show off.

While thanking him, he followed Yan Jing into the small door at the back of the office.

This is a temporary bedroom. You can rest here when you are tired from working or need to stay in the office overnight.

However, judging from the state of the bed, no one had slept there for a while. Yan Jing walked to the table at the foot of the bed. On it was a long knife, about six feet long and one inch wide. The handle was jet black and the blade was shiny. It looked like it had just been wiped. The scabbard next to it looked like it was a separate item. It was simple and unattractive.

"This mid-grade spiritual weapon was found in an ancient ruin in the middle of the Nether Abyss. It's just ancient, not ancient. Oh, you already know what ancient means in the Nether Abyss, right?"

Chen Mo said: "Senior Brother Lin told me that before a certain point in time, the Nether Abyss was prosperous, and the skills and spiritual tools were very powerful."

"Correct."

Yan Jing said, "That is an ancient city that was lost. It originally had a developed civilization, but it sank into the ground. This knife came from it, and it is suitable for heavy and majestic skills."

"It's perfect for use with the Ink Sword Scripture."

Chen Mo did not hide his love for it. He went over and took the knife in his hand, and immediately felt a breath passing from his palm to his arm.

He was reminded of the future civilization in the movies, where the body and weapons were connected through a neural network.

Of course, this is just an analogy, and it actually just means that this weapon is indeed of very high quality.

"What effect does it have?" Chen Mo murmured.

Yan Jing said: "The effect is twofold. Positive infusion of true qi can increase the impact of the moves, and reverse infusion of true qi can increase the reverse tearing force in the true qi. The multiplier is about 1.5 times. I tried it a few days ago and it was basically accurate.

If it is the Ink Sword Scripture, it depends on your temporary decision. If you need to suppress the opponent, use it in the positive direction. If you need to kill, use it in the negative direction."

Chen Mo thought that even without talking about the additional effects of the move, just increasing the damage was already very useful.

And the 1.5x effect is also very good. After all, the skull storage is only x3, and it takes three days to charge. As long as there is true energy in this knife, every strike will be a critical hit!

"What's its name?"

Yan Jing said: "We found it in an underground palace, on the body of a foreign swordsman. We don't know the name of the sword, but the man carved his last words on the ground before he died."

"what did you say?"

"My son, take up this sword and defend your home and country."

"Damn it, you're taking advantage of me!" Chen Mo glared.

Is this the point?

Yan Jing's eyelids twitched. "He has an identity badge on him. He seems to be a soldier in the ancient city. His name, translated phonetically, is probably Jianma or something like that. You can name yourself."

Chen Mo's expression became more serious. "It's a pity that he didn't pass on his will to his son. Perhaps both father and son died in the war. In this case, combining the will with the original owner's name, it should be called Ma Baoguo."

?

Yan Jing looked a little surprised, probably because he didn't understand why such a combination appeared.

"Forget it, it was just a joke. Let's just name it after the swordsman in memory of him, Jianma. Ahem."

Chen Mo put the knife back into his bracelet and said, "Thank you, Dean."

Yan Jing shook his head: "You have won honor for the martial arts academy and helped me solve some problems. This is what you deserve. In addition to your contribution, I will give you something to save your life."

As he spoke, he did not look for it in the house, but took out a palm-sized gourd from the storage magic tool. The gourd was smooth and bright red, and looked as if it had been waxed. It felt cool in the hand and had a very textured feel, but it was empty.

"What is this?" Chen Mo asked.

Yan Jing said, "The medicine gourd."

(End of this chapter)