Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 728 - 157: Chicken Ribs_2

Chapter 728: Chapter 157: Chicken Ribs_2

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes were moist.

Guoguo grabbed Liu Zhenhan’s thigh, gave it two shakes, and whispered something.

"The wind’s strong, some sand got into my eyes." Liu lied, casually wiping the moist corners of his eyes.

Tsk! The three idiots turned their mouths together, even the parrot landed on Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder and called him a fool.

Guoguo chuckled, unveiling the objects from the storage belt - several original bronze books, a silver box with a shiny ancient bolt lock, decorated in an exquisitely aesthetic elven style, and a blood-red jade seal tethered with gold thread.

"Nothing valuable here." Liu Zhenhan picked up the storage belt for a closer look, "Damn, it’s an ancient storage format made from Hanmo iron. It doesn’t have a standalone atmospheric space, can only store items not surpassing its own weight. Antiques are antiques, it was used by royals a thousand years ago, but what’s it worth now?"

"I don’t understand." Fat Luo flipped through a bronze book, all tied up in ancient elven text. Being semi-illiterate in Beamon, he quickly put it down and picked up another one at random, "Damn! It’s a sword manual! A Sword Chant manuscript! Too bad... I understand the images, but not the text... This starting sword technique looks somewhat foolish..."

"No other races on the Aegean Continent can understand ancient elven text." Liu Zhenhan laughed, "Not just you, you illiterate."

"Let me see." Iverson asked Fat Luo for the sword manual.

"You understand ancient elven text?" Fat Luo’s eyes lit up, as the Mammoth Knife Saint, he has an inhuman obsession with martial arts.

"No, but I should be able to understand the images. Sword chanting is a for magic swordsmen who use magic to control swords, I too have innate magical power, so the principles should be the same. You probably won’t get it, because you practiced telekinesis instead of magic." Iverson, who had just gained a mount, was worried about his attack radius. The appearance of this sword manual made him extremely happy, haha, Giant Sword Chant!

"Here’s another one, a magic chart. It’s definitely blood magic. Damn! If I practice a bit, I could become a magic swordsman too!" Fat Luo flipped open another bronze text, looking at the elemental symbols and complex text sequences, he made a somewhat abstract assertion.

"This box is damn tough!" Vieri was busy with the intricate silver box. The lock was twisted out of shape by his force, but wouldn’t break. As soon as he let go, it returned to its original shape, making the bear-man go berserk trying to twist it. The lock twisted like dough, but it wouldn’t break. It even returned to its original shape once he let go. Vieri stood up, ready to whip out the giant axe from his back.

"Let me try!" Liu Zhenhan was a bit stubborn, snatched the box and tried to twist the silver lock. Like a piece of toffee, it stretched out long, then "snapped" back into place.

"Strange!" Liu Zhenhan who always showed off his skills was slightly embarrassed.

"Let me give it a try!" Iverson smiled, took the box from the boss’s hand, pulled out his own dark golden sword handle effortlessly, the moving flame extended from the dark golden sword handle, forming a dazzling flamesword. Sparks sprayed out when the flame sword and the silver lock contacted, the rolling flames corroded the silver lock. In a little while, with a "crack" sound, the silver lock split into two halves while emitting smoke. One half fell to the ground.

"This is a lock made of ’Quark Mercury.’ It can’t be twisted open. Aside from the original key, only the cutting flame of the Difeng Giant can break it." The young giant raised his eyebrows: "This mercury is rare, it is refined from the feces of Quark worms that live by the Mercury River on the underground. It has strong rebound elasticity. After initial thermal processing, it retains its shape permanently. If you recklessly melt the silver lock, it would simply destroy the box. But it’s different with me. ’Flame Sword’s’ planar cut makes me its only nemesis."

"A whole river of mercury? How come I never saw it?" Fat Luo smacked his lips.

"Furious Flame Continent has it, but it’s in the north, falling into the Mercury River won’t drown you, you’ll float above it." Iverson exaggeratedly imitated the swimming motion, "but if you take in Mercury or stay in it too long, Mercury will permeate your pores, and you’ll surely die."

Seeing the look of anticipation on everyone’s faces, the young giant continued bragging, "There is a Terror Claw Beast in Furious Flame Continent, it fell into the Mercury River for a little too long. After climbing out, it died quickly, its body has been perfectly preserved for thousands of years. Any unknowing beasts that try to take a bite could break their teeth. When do you want to visit?"

"This ’Quark Mercury’ has a great military perspective. It’s suitable for making metal bows, the elasticity is really amazing, and it also has elasticity." Liu Zhenhan pinched the Quark Mercury lock, tried the sensation again, and felt that the tension and rebounding force were just right for a regular person’s power.

"It can also be used to make a soft-blade Miao Sword. Boss’s story really stirred my beast-blood." Fat Luo’s eyes were sharp. He’d remembered the story of the "Miao Iron Soft Blade" that the boss once bragged about. The feeling he gave now is as if he’d suddenly drawn a Miao Sword from his waist and transformed it into a waistband, bearing his teeth in an angry grin and ominously swiping at others’ necks.