Sword Saints Should Go Tank

"My lord, be careful, the water is hot..."

Seeing Huang Xing put his hand directly into the boiling water, Xiao Wei still stopped her, but immediately, she saw that there was no slight change in the palm of Huang Xing's hand.

And this also turned the panic on Xiaowei's face into horror.

Huang Xing ignored this, and after taking out the piece of meat, he opened his big mouth and began to bite.

The tyrannical power made Huang Chen bite quickly.

A large piece of wild pork, nearly twenty catties, was eaten by Huang Xing within five minutes, leaving only a little bit.

He casually gave the remaining piece of meat to Xiaowei, and Huang Xing left the room.

"Clean up the room, I'm leaving first."

As he walked outside, Huang Xing sighed.

"Although I'm mentally prepared, boiled white meat is really unpalatable. From the memories of the barbarian boy Chen, I heard that there will be caravans from the Central Plains to the barren land. Maybe I can exchange some seasonings from them."

Thinking like this, Huang Xing quickly rushed to the village guard according to his past memories.

Huang Xing came at the right time. When he arrived at the place, he found that most of the people had already arrived.

At the same time, those who patrolled during the day also came to the guards to gather and get off work.

"Achen, you're here."

When Huang Xing arrived and was looking around, someone greeted him.

From his memory, Huang Xing quickly discovered the identity of the person in front of him.

"Uncle Ya, you're here too."

"I just transferred to the night shift. Of course I'm coming. You're lucky. I heard from Master Wu Zhu that you not only awakened your bloodline, but also reached the level of a blood warrior today. You have reached the sky in one step!"

"It's just a beginning, a blood warrior."

"That's right, but the brutal blood warrior is already considered a strong man in our village."

While speaking, Ya pulled Huang Xing to a high platform next to the guards.

Pulling Huang Chen to the high platform, he patted his teeth and clapped his hands, and said directly: "Everyone stop, come and recognize the new captain of the guard team. This is Chen. If you encounter danger on patrol in the future, you can ask him for help."

As soon as he entered the night patrol team, he became the team leader at such a young age. Under such circumstances, the young and middle-aged barbarians did not have much opposition.

It can only be said that although the barbarians are very barbaric, they are also very "simple".

Strength is justice, and it has penetrated into the hearts of those barbarians.

The status of a barbarian has always been won by strength, not age. The strength that Huang Xing showed today made other barbarians agree with Huang Chen's strength, and felt that his strength was enough to become the team leader.

This made Huang Xing take the top position, which was a matter of course.

However, other people agree, Huang Xing has some headaches.

"Uncle Ya, this is not good. I just joined the night patrol team, and I don't know much about the nighttime taboos of the patrol team. I just became the team leader like this, and I always feel that something will happen!"

Night Patrols never guarded against beasts, but oddities.

At the same time, weird methods are very weird. Therefore, to deal with weirdness, in many cases, it is not enough to be strong, but to find out the rules.

But now, Huang Xing only has strength, and he doesn't understand some taboos at night. If he is allowed to lead other people, Huang Xing is very afraid of accidents.

To this, the strong man named Ya smiled.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wu Zhu has expected it a long time ago. His old man has already told me that you, the captain, only have two or three people in the last week. Don't worry, those people are veterans. You should learn from them first. After a week , and let you truly assume the duties of the captain."

"That's it, thank you, Uncle Ya."

"Don't thank me. If you want to thank me, thank Master Wu Zhu. He asked me to do this."

"Master Wu Zhu!"

Thinking about Wu Zhu, Huang Xing also thought about Wu Zhu's kindness to him in the past few days.

"It's all human favors. It's just that I can't repay it now. Try to be strong. Master Wu Zhu's wish should be to wish the village peace, and this can only be achieved if you are strong."

Thinking in his heart, Huang Xing's face remained calm.

The barbarians don't have too many formalities, even if Huang Xing becomes the team leader, he just needs to notify the others.

After that, it is to enter the arsenal and take your own weapons.

"You have just become a team leader. You can receive a piece of animal skin clothes and a weapon. After choosing it, just register it. Remember, you will use the weapon for a lifetime, so you must choose it carefully."

It's not the first time for Xing Huang to enter the arsenal. When he was a patrol member, Xing Huang came here once.

It's just that Huang Xing entered the warehouse of an ordinary soldier at that time, but this time, he entered the warehouse of a blood warrior. There are still some differences between the two.

"I hope to find a better long sword."

With this in mind, Huang Xing entered the arsenal of the brutal blood warrior, but three minutes later, Huang Xing's face was a little ugly.

"As expected of a barbarian, he is so poor. There are too few steel weapons here."

Yes, poor, only after entering the warehouse did Huang Xing realize that the barbarians are really poor.

In the warehouse that can be used as an arsenal, there are many weapons, all of which are bone, stone, and steel weapons, but very few.

And this is still a weapon. As for the armor, it is even more miserable. Here, a few pieces of iron sheets sewn on the leather clothes are already the best armor. As for the full set of steel armor, there is no such thing here.

"In the future, let's see if we can find a batch of weapons. The things here are too bad."

Although it was bad, Huang Xing still chose carefully for the night battle.

After a while, Huang Xing looked at a black weapon in surprise.

"This turned out to be an iron sword!"

It's no wonder that Huang Xing was surprised, it can only be said that the iron sword in front of him was really beyond Huang Chen's expectations.

Sword weapons follow the route of lightness and skill.

At the same time, sword weapons also kill people by their sharpness, but the black iron sword in front of them is obviously unexpected.

From the shape of the iron sword, it can be seen that the person who cast this weapon wanted to cast it into an iron sword.

However, it may be that the temperature of the fire is not high, or it may be that the caster is not strong enough. In short, the iron sword in front of him has finally become something like an iron rod. The blades on both sides are five centimeters thick, and there is no sharpness at all. to speak of.

But in the end, Huang Xing still chose this weapon.

There is no way, most of the weapons in the warehouse are like this, and there are no exquisite weapons at all.

"The gap is made of stone and covered with iron sheets. None of the weapons in front of me are good. The material of this weapon is good. At least it is heavy enough to be used as an iron rod."

Yes, in desperation, Huang Xing is already ready to use this weapon as an iron rod.

In this way, wearing clothes sewn with several pieces of iron sheets on animal skins, and holding an "iron sword" about 1.8 meters in hand, Huang Xing walked out of the warehouse and registered.

And seeing Huang Xing dressed up like this, especially the weapon in his hand, the strong man in charge of the warehouse said in surprise, "Why are you holding this sword? It's useless except for being heavy."

Regarding this, Huang Xing was a little helpless.

"I also want a good weapon, but the things inside are too rotten."

"This one is at least heavy enough to hit people. I have great strength, so I just use a heavy one."