Chapter 158 Ordinary
hiss.
Everyone in the courtyard gasped when they heard the weight.

One hundred and eight kilograms!

They can carry this weight. In ordinary mountain villages, the wheat carried to the roof weighs about 100 kilograms.

Being able to resist movement doesn't mean it can be wielded.

They are modern people.

People in ancient times were short and did not have enough food, so they had even less strength. For most people, being able to carry 60 or 70 kilograms was considered very good.

Not to mention wielding a spear weighing hundreds of pounds.

Unbelievable.

"This gun is more of a symbol of our orthodoxy. It is an ordinary spear used to kill or fight the enemy!" said the Fifth Ancestor.

Only after Fifth Ancestor said this did they feel relieved.

If our ancestors could really use this gun to kill the enemies, they would be scared to death.

As modern people, they are not as good as their ancestors. How can they not be ashamed?
Zhao Shi ignored everyone and looked at the spear with a gun barrel sticking out from the beam. He slowly walked over and grabbed the gun handle with one hand.

Everyone was attracted by Zhao Shi's actions and didn't understand what he was doing.

Want to pull it out?
is it possible?
It weighs more than 100 pounds. If it were on flat ground, it could be dragged. But it is in the beam of the house. Although it is hollow, it has been filled with mud and water for nearly a hundred years.

What about Zhao Shi? He tried it with one hand and found that the spear was only slightly loose. Then he held the spear with both hands, circulated his blood and energy, and shouted: "Get up!"

As the Qi and blood circulated, Zhao Shi's originally fair skin instantly became tense, and a mist emerged from his body, wrapping Zhao Shi up directly. If someone who knew about this were here, they would definitely exclaim that this was a manifestation of the Qi and blood circulating to the extreme.

Anyone who can utilize the power of Qi and blood is a master of Hua Jin.

Only the master of Hua Jin can use the power of Qi and blood.

No mosquitoes or flies can land!

It is the manifestation of the power of qi and blood.

Bang.
Zhao Shi exerted force with both hands, and suddenly there was a loud bang. The rotten beams exploded instantly, and mud, water and beam fragments flew out.

"what happened?"

"Why did it explode?"

"Fuck!"

The explosion scared everyone, even the people like Wu Zuye, who could not help but take a few steps back and exclaimed in surprise.

Buzz. Buzz.
Just when they wondered what was happening, a buzzing sound suddenly occurred in the yard.

They looked intently towards the yard, and when they saw clearly the scene in the yard, they were all stunned.

Zhao Shi was seen holding a gun in one hand. The two-meter-long, egg-thick black gun was flying in his hand like a toy. The buzzing sounds were the sound of Zhao Shi swinging the gun through the air.

Is this still a big gun weighing over 100 pounds?
It can’t be fake!

When everyone looked at Zhao who was wielding the spear with one hand, a thought came to their minds.

How can I not doubt it?

One hundred pounds!

Dance with one hand?

Can this be done without the power of several hundred people?
impossible!

Lifting a hundred pounds is not the same as swinging it.

They might be able to lift their spears, but that was all they could do. They couldn't even wave them. What about Zhao Shi? A pale-faced scholar wielding a 100-jin spear with one hand?

There's a sense of disobedience no matter how you look at it.

After dancing for a few times, Zhao Shi slowly stopped, and placed the butt of the gun on the ground with the butt facing down. "Click", as soon as the butt of the gun touched the ground, the blue bricks originally laid on the ground instantly shattered into several pieces.

wipe.
Not fake!

The person who had just suspected that the spear was fake widened his eyes and swallowed when he saw this scene.

Where is Zhao Shi? Only then did he have time to look at the spear in his hand.

The gun body is pure black with lines on it, and there is no other decoration.

Carving dragons and painting phoenixes?

not at all.

It was very simple, without any aesthetic feeling, but it seemed as if a chill was seeping out of the spear, and anyone who saw it could not help but tremble. Both the spear body and the spear tip had been buried underground for nearly a hundred years without any rust. Even Zhao Shi's swinging just now had shaken off the mud and water on the spear. For nearly a thousand years, the spear had not been damaged at all, and it was as clean as new.

"Brother Shi, this can't be fake!"

The young man who had just dug the pit came up to Zhao Shi, poked the gun barrel with his hand and said.

I still can't believe it, this spear really weighs more than 100 pounds.

Zhao Shi's swinging movements were smooth and easy, as if the spear weighed only a dozen pounds.

“You can tell if it’s true or not by trying it yourself.”

Zhao Shi said with a smile.

"Hold on!" he said, letting go of the hand that was holding the gun.

The young man did not dare to delay upon hearing this and reached out to grab the gun.

Just as he grabbed it, his face suddenly changed, because he was a little careless when he grabbed the spear, causing the upright spear to tilt slightly. This tilt was not a big deal, and the young man suddenly felt a huge force carrying him to fall forward.

"Help!"

The young man screamed.

At the moment he fell to the ground, Zhao Shi firmly grasped the gun with one hand and supported the fallen young man with the other hand.

Only then did the young man heave a long sigh of relief with lingering fear.

I believe it!

Really!

One hundred and eight kilograms should not be too bad.

He, a big guy, could hardly hold it.
When the others saw this scene, their eyes widened. It really weighed a hundred pounds, and they couldn't help but believe it.

At the same time, his eyes looking at Zhao Shi were full of shock.

Not only these young people, but also the Fifth Ancestor and the others looked at Zhao Shi in shock, unable to utter a word.

too strong.

It was hard for them to imagine how Zhao Shi wielded the spear, and they were also secretly wondering how strong Zhao Shi was.

It is estimated to be at least 700 to 800 kilograms.

hiss.
This power can only be described as terrifying.

You can win a prize if you participate in a weightlifting competition!

Even if he participates in some other competitions that are purely a test of strength, he has the ability to win the championship.

Soon, they were all attracted by the big gun in Zhao Shi's hand.

Including the Fifth Ancestor, it was the first time for everyone to see the family's inherited spear.

I was just a little disappointed after watching it.

There is nothing special about it, nor is there any beauty to it, it just looks like an ordinary iron rod that looks like a spear.

"Fifth Master, is this really our ancestor's pistol? Why is it so ugly?" Zhao Guohua asked. After hearing about the existence of the big gun, he had been wondering what the big gun looked like.

style!

Carving dragons and painting phoenixes
It looks very exquisite at first glance.

But when I saw it this time, I was a little disappointed.

A black iron rod with some concave lines on it.

The lines are so unbearable to look at. There is no pattern at all. It looks like they were just casually carved, and they are even discontinuous in many places.

"Uncle Guohua!"

"This proves that this is an antique. It could really be the gun our ancestor used to wear!"

"This is still a meteorite. Although I don't know what material it is made of, when I tested it just now, its material is very hard. It is extremely difficult to make it like this with ancient craftsmanship. Those grooves are non-slip. The reason why there is no pattern is because of the hard material. In modern times, we have diamonds and machines, and we can use machines to carve patterns. It was very rare to be able to do this in ancient times!"

"And I doubt it would take years of hard work to make it into a gun."

Zhao Shi didn't wait for the Fifth Ancestor to speak before he started explaining to Zhao Guohua.

As soon as he wielded the spear, he knew that it was special. The material was harder than he could imagine. When he wielded it, the two-meter-long spear did not bend at all.

(End of this chapter)