Chapter 41 The So-Called Knife

Having acquired a good weapon, Uchiha Uranium naturally swung it with force. It was not heavy and there was no difficulty in swinging it. The cold light flashed through the air with astonishing sharpness and could be vaguely heard. A strange sound of airflow brushed against the blade. Although it was a living organism, it was not easy to reach this level.

"Hey, good stuff. Oh, by the way, there are some small ones that can be used as daggers. If there is a battle in the future, I can fly daggers directly to serve."

Uchiha suddenly thought that he still had many small limbs. If he didn't use them, wouldn't it be a waste?

With his previous experience in making, he sorted out sixteen short daggers less than twenty centimeters long in half an hour, all of which were hand-free. They looked like miniature versions of the long daggers.

It's just that the appearance has changed slightly. Instead of sharpening one side, both sides have been ground slightly thinner. There's no way, the word "sharpening" itself refers to steel tools, but what he has in his hand is a biological limb. The two are not applicable, but It's just slightly sharpened and thinned.

After playing with it for a while, Uchiha put away these weapons, and then took out a thick, hollow limb. It was a bit bulky and not suitable for use as a weapon, but in Uchiha's opinion, this thing was just right for use. Use it as a scabbard.

Otherwise, what if he accidentally cuts off his hand with this knife?

Moreover, those daggers used for throwing also need to be carried and hung, preferably on the waist, so that they can be thrown out in time to avoid missing the opportunity.

There are more and more ideas about the application of weapons in my mind, whether it is scabbards, daggers, belts, or more health slots, thorns, and spiked armors popping up all at once, as if I picked up a spider, and all at once Zi opened his cold weapon technology tree.

However, based on this idea, Uchiha suddenly thought that he should give the weapon a name. He casually called the steel leg knife or something like that, but he immediately fell down when he heard it, and the name was too long.

You know, this knife may be the only powerful thing he has for a certain period of time in the future. Thousand-year steel-legged spiders are rare, and there may be only one like this in the same area. If you encounter other soul beasts again, it will be difficult for them to have the strength of this sword.

More importantly, it is the first weapon and is very memorable.

"Hmm... the sword? Why not call it the Kusanagi sword? No, no, it's a foreign sword, so... Longquan? No, it's a sword."

After hesitating for a moment, Uchiha Uranium still didn't decide to call it this. After all, there were so many swords with this name that he might as well think of a domineering one.

Which sword is more famous in history?

Uchiha Uranium frowned. He didn't study history very much. At this moment, he just felt a mess in his mind. There were too many famous swords, but the swords were obviously very few. Even the evaluation was the same.

The most famous sword in ancient times should be Xuanyuan, so the sword...

"Oh, that's right! Minghong Dao! The brother of Xuanyuan Sword! I remember that the raw materials flowed to the bottom of the furnace and condensed into a knife."

Uchiha Uchiha slapped his head and suddenly recalled the sister sword he had thought of, although it had no record of success, but had the same origin as Xuanyuan.

He still remembered that he had seen this in class, an ancient text, to the effect that in ancient times, Huangdi Xuanyuan cast swords, and there were still raw materials left. Because the high temperature had not dissipated, the still liquid casting raw materials spontaneously flowed to the bottom of the furnace, and after cooling, Self-shaped knife.

Then Huang Di felt that the sword's intention was too strong, and it could be easily controlled by the person who wielded it. He was a little afraid that the sword would cause harm to the world, and wanted to destroy it with the Xuanyuan Sword. Unexpectedly, the sword turned into something in his hand. A red skylark turned into a burst of red and disappeared into the clouds, escaping.

Do you want to call it this? The name of the sword has a bit of a history.

"Forget it, let's call it Minghong Sword. It happens to be the first sword in history, and now,

It is also my first knife, so the meaning makes perfect sense. "

Uchiha looked at the silver-gray killing weapon in his hand, and was somewhat satisfied with the name that had a profound meaning. The name was nothing more than that. It didn't matter whether his destiny could suppress such illusory things. He was already in Douluo Continent. , could it be possible that the real Minghong Sword could kill him?

And there’s no telling whether this knife exists or not.

Two hours later, it was dark.

Uchiha Uchiha also put away the finished scabbard. In one afternoon, he only made a scabbard and half a belt. The scabbard was okay, just knock it into shape, but the belt to store the dagger was It was very uncomfortable. It had to have a casing to store the dagger, and it had to be connected together, compact, and convenient, which made this thing even more complicated. He was not a blacksmith, so he couldn't handle this kind of thing.

So he put it off until dark, making him hungry and with backache.

Fortunately, when he was tired from knocking, he explored the surroundings and got a pile of steel-legged spider silk. It has excellent toughness. It takes a little force to break some of the fibers when the knife is scratched on it. If it really needs to be cut, , then at least three or five cuts are necessary.

After finding this thing at that time, he also came up with the idea of ​​​​making a belt. Make a shell and connect it with spider silk. It can be used as a rope. It can be directly wrapped in three strands, and then tied into a knot to fix it firmly.

Leaning under the tree, a bonfire burned, illuminating the face of a young man.

The forest is different from human society. There are no people here. Naturally, he does not need to dress or tidy up specially. His hair is disheveled, just like a savage.

His long silver hair is no longer as bright and smooth as it once was. Years of frequent carnivorous and low-vegetarian diet have made his hair dry and rough. The ends are even split into many knots and twisted into a ball. If this happens in When it comes to women, it must be able to drive them crazy.

But he didn't care. Even when he washed his face and brushed his teeth, he just followed the habits of his previous life and didn't let himself get too sloppy.

Most of the body is naked, and the upper body is covered with fur. She just wraps it up. She is not ashamed at all, and she is not afraid of others seeing her.

He is a wild man now.

In a few decades, I am afraid that I will only be able to tell that he is the same person from the outside.

He used to believe in words like knights in light clothes, handsome young men, hermits in the woods, etc., until he discovered that life is not something that can be spent in fantasy. The clothes were scratched, there were no stitches, and the trousers were stained with mud and had to be washed several times. Over the years, it has long been washed and turned white. Three years later, his youthful and frivolous fantasies have long been erased.

"Well, now I just want to increase my soul power and soul rings. I really don't know when I can really control this kind of passive nuclear radiation. I can't control my own abilities. What a big deal. ah."

After a while, Uchiha sighed quietly.

Then, without any sound, he wiped the Minghong knife in silence, poured some water on the spiritual grass before going to bed, and then lay directly on the blanket and fell asleep.

"Hopefully tomorrow will be better."

Before going to bed, this idea flashed through Uchiha Uranium's mind. The next moment, he sneered and closed his eyes.

I don't know if he was laughing at his own idea, or laughing at himself for being a waste who couldn't even control his abilities.

Late at night, there was a slight noise around.

The large blood-red flower placed aside has unknowingly emerged from the bud state. The petals are wide open, the stamens exude a faint fragrance, and the roots are embedded in the soil, quietly blooming with its own beauty.

Not long after, a soul beast corpse with skinny skin and dry flesh fell in the grass.