Chapter 340: Great ability

Wang An poured his own energy into this cut-off spear, strengthening his body and shining brightly.

Flame?

Wang An felt that the energy attribute in the gun body should be fire, so he decisively changed his own Qi attribute. As the true energy continued to pour in, the red side of the gun began to tremble slightly.

With a whoosh, a stream of flames spurted out from the head of the spear and fell on the stone beside it, scorching the stone black in an instant. Wang An stopped infusing the true energy, and the flame disappeared immediately.

 “Yes, what about the other half?” Wang An nodded.

 “Looking for it,” said the handsome young man.

“Leave this magic weapon with me for now. If you find the other half, please bring it with you.”

 “Okay sir.”

 “He has found the treasure he wanted.” The two of them thought to themselves.

 “Where is that friend of yours?”

  “In a nearby county.”

 “You can bring him here.”

 “Please wait a moment, sir.”

The two people hurriedly left after hearing this. About an hour and a half later, a car slowly drove into the mountain village. The two people who had just left came back and they also brought back another person. A skinny man.

 The aura of this person is very strange!

Wang An looked at the person in front of him. There were obvious things on this person that hindered the flow of the body.

 Chest, abdomen, limbs, neck.

 “Very strange energy.”

Wang An grabbed the man's arm. His entire arm turned blue, and there was an obvious blue-black mark on the forearm near the elbow, about the size of a fifty-cent coin.

  Feeling the energy invading his body. These energies were like nails driven into his body.

 “Very rich energy, almost substantive.”

Wang An raised his hand to seep his own Qi into it. The Wuji Qi immediately began to erode and wear away the energy after touching it. Soon, the first energy was dissolved.

The unconscious man moved his fingers.

“Did you see it? His fingers moved!” The handsome man said in surprise when he saw this.

“That’s just a subconscious reaction.” Wang An said calmly.

The arms, legs, internal organs, and energy were all dissolved by Wang An's Wuji Qi. It was as simple as pouring hot water on snow.

　　Ah, the unconscious man opened his mouth and took a long breath. A turbid breath visible to the naked eye spurted out from his mouth, exuding a disgusting fishy smell, as if a piece of meat had been rotten for a long time.

His eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

"The so-called curse on him has been lifted. It's just that his health is very poor and has been damaged to the core. He needs to cultivate well." Wang Andao said.

The man in front of him was indeed seriously injured, even to the very foundation. Even if the energy nailed to his body was removed, he wouldn't be able to survive for long.

 “Thank you sir.”

The two men took the man, who had already opened his eyes, into an ambulance waiting not far away.

“It’s unbelievable that he can actually wake him up!” Bearded Beard said in surprise.

 “Go to the hospital first.”

 The car started and left the mountain village.

"A severed gun, is it an ancient thing?" Li Xinzhu said, looking at the severed gun in Wang An's hand.

"It's an ancient relic, not an ordinary relic. This is a magic weapon. Would you like to try it?" Wang An handed the broken gun in his hand to Li Xinzhu.

 “Try, how to try, I don’t know how to shoot?”

 “Pour your vitality into it.”

"Huh?" Li Xinzhu was slightly stunned after hearing this. He reached out and took the broken gun from Wang An's hand, held it in his hand, and then tried to pour Qi into it. Gradually, the gun body began to emit light.

"How is this going?"

 “Don’t be nervous, continue.” Wang And said.

As Li Xinzhu continued to inject Qi, a trace of flame floated out from the tip of the gun, which was naturally incomparable to the flames sprayed by Wang An.

 “Not bad.” Wang An nodded.

 “Is this good?”

“This is already better than ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the people in this world.” Wang And said.

 Back in the house, Wang An drew the runes carved on the gun.

These weapons and magic weapons are difficult to cast and require very high skills. First of all, the materials are very special and require special metals.

If Wang An's guess is correct, the special metal used to create the magic weapon should have a certain connection with the sacred stone, and perhaps it is extracted from mineral deposits very close to the sacred stone.

  Secondly, the runes above are very special. They are bridges, connecting the user with the internal energy of the magic weapon. In addition, there may be other uses.

Wang An himself is not very interested in things like refining magic weapons. He just wants to find some inspiration from it, inspiration that can promote his own practice.

 Alchemy, weapon refining, and spiritual practice are connected in some aspects.

 Thinking, trying, and accumulating are not simple repetitions.

 Time soon came to winter again. The strange thing is that this winter is not very cold, it is much warmer than in previous years.

“The weather this year is a bit strange. It rains a lot in summer, but it’s very warm in winter.” Li Xinzhu said.

"It's a little strange. This may just be the beginning." Wang An said softly, looking at the sky.

The relatively warm weather did not last long, and the temperature dropped sharply. It turned freezing overnight, and the howling north wind felt like a knife cutting on the face.

The north wind came, followed by heavy snow, which lasted for four days and four nights, leaving a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth.

 In the small mountain village, four elderly people left one after another in less than seven days.

 The weather is cold, and the elderly are already in poor health. Once they fall ill, they may never get up again. This also made Wang An a little worried about the two old people.

I heard that an old man in the village had left. Wang An’s grandfather had to go and see him. He said that he was a member of the village and had lived together for decades. He couldn’t see the old man when he looked up. He had to give him a gift when he left.

As long as the old man goes out, Wang An will accompany him.

Out of the gate, the north wind blew in. Wang An opened his true energy to block the wind and snow. Within two steps of his body, there was no wind or snow.

“This man may be gone as he gets older!” the old man sighed.

“It’s not necessarily that you are old. Some young people just say no and they are gone.” Wang An said with a smile after hearing this.

Hey, the old man sighed.

During dinner in the evening, Wang An cooked a few vegetables, stewed a pot of hot soup, drank a small glass of wine with the old man, and chatted for a while. The old man felt a little better.

 After dinner, he chatted with the two old men for a while and gave them massages before Wang An returned to his room. In another room, two old men were chatting in a low voice.

“Lao Lin, Mao Tang, and Lao Fang are all gone, and we are all in our nineties.”

"It's worth living to such an old age. I'm just worried about Xiao An. He's always alone. Alas!" Wang An's grandmother sighed.

"Perhaps I didn't meet someone I liked. He has been with me when I went out for the past two days. As long as he is by my side, I don't feel the cold. The north wind outside seems to be blocked by something. It’s as if Xiao An’s abilities are extraordinary!”

 “Isn’t it a matter of boxing and kicking?”

“Fisting and kicking skills can’t be practiced to that extent.”

"Xiao An won't tell, and we won't ask, so just pretend we don't know. The more capable he is, the better. Well, it's just that the more capable he is, the harder it will be to find a wife!" What the old man can't forget is Wang An's life events.

Hearing the conversation between the two old men, Wang An smiled and shook his head.

 (End of this chapter)