Chapter 13 Peeling, bone removal, and meat removal is also a technique

Cast swords to raise grain and recruit soldiers and horses. Although the battlefield has not been launched, the territory has been named Zhang's Leather Goods Bank. The name of the dirt is clear at a glance.

At this time, the morning light is faint, the sky is bright, and the cold building city is still cold

The second floor of Zhang's leather goods shop, in the pavilion.

All kinds of monster fur occupy two-thirds of the open space in the room. There is no smell of blood in the air, but there is a faint fragrance.

Zhang Yongtai and his wife stood in front of the mountain of monster fur, stunned.

Among these monster furs, there are 36 pieces of white wolf skin, 23 pieces of three-tailed purple fox skin, 16 pieces of cold bear skin, 103 pieces of wild cowhide, 71 pieces of sunflower snow ape skin, and 42 pieces of double-winged blood tiger skin.

What's more rare is that there is a white wolf skin with fire attributes of six-level monsters and a rare six-tailed purple fox skin!

Overnight, after Zhang Yan came back, the room felt guilty and had all kinds of monster fur. Zhang Yongtai and his wife couldn't believe their eyes. They have never seen so many gorgeous and exquisite monster fur. Compared with the ordinary beast fur they used to manage, it is simply a heaven and earth, which is like clouds and mud, with advantages and disadvantages. At this time, Zhang Yongtai and his wife were stunned, their minds were blank, and even a trace of panic. Can such good leather goods really be owned in their own store?

Zhang Yan stood aside with a smile, looking at the surprised second uncle and second aunt, with a trace of pride in his heart. What is happier than getting the recognition of your loved ones?

Last night, he hurriedly returned home with Qi Jingchun's brother and sister and other Bai Hongzong from the White Wolf Canyon.

In the meantime, Bai Hongzong and others, together with Qi Jingtian, hurried back to their sect after entering the cold building city. Luo Zhan assured Zhang Yan that he would not divulge anything about Zhang Yan that happened today in the White Wolf Canyon, which also made Zhang Yan very relieved. Luo Zhan was a more trustworthy guy. He was angry from him. After denounced the two uncles who betrayed the crowd as miscellaneous, it can be seen that this son has a clear sense of justice that many monks have lost.

In most people's view, the sense of justice is not worth showing, but if a person has such a cavity of blood and justice, he will not break his promise with despicable deeds. Zhang Yan believes that Luo Zhan is such a rare breed. Naturally, he no longer worries about Bai Hongzong because of this matter, and the investigation can be traced back to himself.

As for Wang Liancheng and Zhao Yu, who died in the hands of the old monster Bai Xi, how these surviving disciples of Bai Hongzong should explain to the sect that this is Luo Zhan's matter. Of course, Zhang Yan will not bother to make suggestions and discuss it.

After crushing the night and rushing home all the way home, Zhang Yan picked up Han Bin, who was sleeping, and Qi Jingchun, who was reluctant, skinned, removed the various monsters captured in the White Wolf Canyon overnight. The reason why Han Bin was also called was that this guy had stayed in the alchemy room of Qianyuzong. Although he was a handyman of the Dan stove, he was still very good at collecting, sorting out and dividing materials. Naturally, he needed this experienced guy to give advice to dissect these monsters.

For example, is it enough to dissect the white wolf and peel off its rich white fur? No, its bones and teeth are the best materials for making magic weapons, and the blood corners on the head can be ground into ink for sketching runes. Zhang Yan will not discard these good things as garbage.

Han Bin did not need to do anything and pointed beside him, while Zhang Yan and Qi Jingchun followed his instructions to completely dissect a monster, and even the meat was frozen to satisfy their appetite in the future. The anatomical tool is the two flying swords that Zhang Yan casually took out of the storage bag. They are metal top-quality magic weapons. Qi Jingchun worked very hard and buried his head in the body of the monster with a frenzy smile, because Zhang Yan promised him that if he had beaten all the beasts in one night, this top-quality flying sword would be given to him. Under the reward, there must be a brave man, and Qi Jingchun soon became a very qualified and cold-blooded executioner...

And Han Bin was also very proud. In Zhang Yan and Qi Jingchun, he found the fun of guiding the country. The problem of chatter was no longer hit by Zhang Yan. Naturally, he poured out the poor inventory in his heart unreservedly, with a look of condescenance, and awe-inspiring general.

Zhang Yan did not disturb Han Bin. He was still blank about collecting materials. In the past, he did not have the opportunity to kill monsters and collect materials useful to him. He took this opportunity to practice while learning. When he encountered doubts, he even modestly asked Han Bin, and even some things that Han Bin knew little about. It was also mentioned by him one by one, and naturally Han Bin smiled with shame and embarrassment. He still didn't seem to understand.

But these are enough to dissect the third-level monsters. Zhang Yan, who is sinking down, is becoming more and more proficient and faster. A flying sword is flying quickly and accurately in his hand. The bodies of monsters around him are decomposed into various materials at a fleeting speed. That's all. This speed is more than ten times faster than Qi Jingchun, the second ancestor.

However, when the white wolf and six purple foxes of the sixth-level monster were finally dissected, they still encountered a problem. The fur of these two big demons contains five elements of attributes. To dissect their fur, it must ensure that the attributes are intact and preserved, otherwise the attributes will dissipate, which will be no different from the fur of ordinary monsters.

What should I do? Looking at Zhang Yan and Qi Jingchun's interrogation's eyes, Han Bin smiled and shrugged his shoulders and did not know that his general's demeanor was instantly knocked down by the mortal world and turned into a thief's eye and obscene market appearance.

What should I do? Zhang Yan drove away the conversation between Han Bin and Qi Jingchun and thought about how to deal with it alone. He grabbed the fur of the six purple foxes and the body in his hand, and his eyes flashed purple light and carefully looked at the fur of the six-tailed purple fox.

The six tails of the purple fox were smashed by Zhang Yan, but it did not affect the integrity of the purple fox fur at all. Its purple fur is like a tide, turning up a trace of rhythmic wave, elegant and noble, with a trace of dreamy color.

But Zhang Yan's attention is not here. His eyes are on the three patterns deep in the fur of the purple fox's back. The three patterns are only the size of a palm, and the winding lines are densely intertwined. They do not look messy, but have an inexplicable sense of coordination and regularity. The heat of fire, the coldness of the water, and the elegance of the wind rise slightly from the three patterns. Zhang Yan knew that this is the three attributes of water, fire and wind contained in the purple fox fur. Three patterns, three attributes, converge on a piece of fur at the same time, is it a matter of three patterns?

Zhang Yan looked at the three patterns again. The line color of the pattern is as purple fox fur, which is also purple, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly with the naked eye. So he released his divine consciousness and instantly covered one of the patterns.

After half axiang, Zhang Yan patted his forehead fiercely and muttered, "It turned out to be a formation..." At this moment, he was ironic. He only cared about drilling the tip of the horns to study the lines, but ignored the concept of array. Aren't these thin threads intertwined together, isn't it a miniature array? It's fucking... stupid to get home!

His mind suddenly opened up, and his thoughts were opened by the array. After a night of thinking, Zhang Yan turned over the jade slips that recorded the foundation of the five elements array given to him by Master Zeng over and over again. After studying for a long time, he came up with a feasible method.

Put the purple fox aside for the time being. Zhang Yan took a deep breath and looked serious. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand and sprayed an inch-long golden light from his fingertips. It was outlined in the void. The golden lines formed by the power of Zhenyuan were fixed in the air with beautiful tracks, just like dipped in ink on rice paper. The material is clear and steep, and the endless sharpness pours out.

There are more and more golden lines. According to Zhang Yan's heart, they gradually form a pattern full of harmonious charm. As the pattern is about to take shape, the golden light on the lines flows like waves, flowing lively, and a faint and oppressing breath permeates around.

Touch! There was a crisp sound. When Zhang Yan's fingers were about to draw the last stroke, the pattern to be formed suddenly shattered and scattered in the void. Zhang Yan's face became ugly and did not hesitate. He began to outline for the second time. The process was the same, but Zhang Yan's mind was more engaged. With the rotation of his fingers, there was a mellow feeling of familiarity, but when the last trajectory was drawn, the pattern shattered again.

Grit your teeth and continue!

three times.

five times.

ten times.

......

I don't know how many times I sketched, but every time I still failed in the last stroke, Zhang Yan's expression was numb, and his fingers mechanically repeated the same action. His movements have been extremely proficient, like clouds and flowing water, without any sense of stagnation, but in the last stroke, he always failed repeatedly.

What the hell is going on? Zhang Yan was stunned and recalled the feeling when the last stroke was about to fall. After half a sound, there was a flash of light in his eyes, and he had vaguely grasped the key!

Take a deep breath, hold your breath, and abandon all distracting thoughts. Zhang Yan's face became grim and unusual, and his fingertips tilted a little golden light, like stars. Once again, the golden lines appear again and are fixed in the void according to a certain trajectory. The golden lines gradually become more and more with the sketch of the fingers, entangled, intertwined, and converge harmonious and rhythmic fuzzy patterns.

When the last stroke came again, Zhang Yan's wrist seemed to be shackled by ten thousand pounds of heavy objects. The speed of his fingers outlined the lines became extremely slow and stagnated, but the golden light of his fingertips became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, his Buddha's knowledge and mental strength have unconsciously consumed almost depleted, and his physical strength has been consumed more, and he doesn't even have the power to lift his wrist.

However, his wrists are still heavy, and his fingertips are like meteors falling from nine days, scratching down fiercely with fearless and majestic spirit.

With a buzzing sound, the golden light in front of him filled the whole room.

And Zhang Yan fell asleep at this moment because of physical and physical exhaustion, but he knew that he finally succeeded this time...

(Extra, Goldfish has been overloaded these days and almost fainted by a venture fund. The update may not be timely, but I promise it will continue to update!)