Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

So they all forgot about it.

Need to make up for it today.

Speaking of which, Ghost Tiger is much more obedient than that idiot in Butcher Box.

Speaking of Butcher's Box, Zhao Ke got a severe headache.

God knows why this idiot is getting smarter and smarter. If I knew it back then, I should have discussed with the five ghosts how to make this idiot's intelligence decline.

Otherwise, if you are too smart, it will be difficult to fool you in the future.

"Kickkick..."

The ghost tiger ate it with a crunching sound. After eating the armor, the damaged parts of its body also began to recover.

Although the recovery is very slow, the eight sets of armor here will almost recover after he finishes eating them.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke ignored it.

Start to sit cross-legged and recite the bone-bones concept method silently.

This time, I was undoubtedly reborn from Nirvana.

But it was also a blessing in disguise. Not only did the Buddha power in his body increase a lot, but he also felt that the muscles in his whole body were more powerful than before.

The improvement of Buddha power.

When Zhao Ke moved the Wuxiang Sword Manual again, he saw the sword energy condensed on his fingertips, shining golden light, which was at least three times smaller than the previous sword energy.

But as the sword energy condensed, its power also increased.

Zhao Ke glanced at the iron pot beside him, and gently picked it with his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Ke even just saw a golden light flying in front of him, and the next moment the iron pot was cut in half.

"Not bad! Not bad! Much better than I thought."

Seeing the power of his sword, Zhao Ke showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Even if it has not yet reached the level of being colorless and formless as stated in the Sword Sutra.

But for Zhao Ke, it was already very good.

At least in the middle distance, he can exert explosive lethality by relying on the Wuxiang Sword Manual.

The only bad thing is that the improvement of the Wuxiang Sword Sutra has led to an increase in the consumption of Buddha power.

With such a powerful sword energy, Zhao Ke calculated in his mind that in a short period of time, he could call out three shots at a time.

Come at a critical moment, even a mid-level postman should be happy.

But the strength of the source hand still hasn't increased.

This made Zhao Ke very depressed.

Compared with the Wuxiang Sword Manual, what I really place high hopes on is the Cameraman Hand.

Remember what is recorded in the Book of Wanshi.

If the photo source hand is a master of cultivation.

Picking up the stars and exploring the moon, you can gather the power of the sun, borrow the colors of the four seasons, get the hot springs of the earth's veins, and absorb the spirit of all things.

If it really comes to that time.

Can't I use the sun to barbecue?

Imagine that it is snowing heavily outside.

Build a hot spring by yourself with the camera, and put an oven next to it, and use the sun to grill directly.

A set of various fruit juices.

Those days... If I could hold Ji Wusui, my left hand would be smooth... Cough cough...

The more Zhao Ke thought about it, the more he got sideways, he quickly shook his head and drove out all the messy things in his mind.

At this time, the ghost tiger had already eaten up all the armor.

The Ghost Tiger, which had eaten eight sets of armor, had regrown a tiger head and shoulder armor.

The broken part of the chest not only completely healed, but also grew a triangular cone.

This triangular pointed cone actually also plays the role of unloading force.

"Hmm... so strange!"

Stuff is good stuff.

It's just that Zhao Ke looked a little strange.

I thought to myself, if anyone wears this thing and hugs someone, they won't stab the other person's heart.

Will the other party hold his chest: "It's piercing my heart. Old iron!"

Fortunately, this Zhao Ke is still acceptable, after all, the crotch cannon is much stronger than the previous one.

Thinking of that dark history, Zhao Ke couldn't bear to look directly at it.

It seems that after eating so much armor, the ghost tiger has become stronger again. It seems that it will still need to collect more scrap copper and rotten iron for it to eat.

Anyway, ghost tigers are not picky eaters.

"Brother Wang! I'm hungry!"

At this time, outside the kitchen, Ren's shout was heard.

After Zhao Ke listened carefully, he heard Lei En bragging to Baili: "Let me tell you, the dishes made by Brother Wang are delicious, especially the ribs!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help grinning.

Turning around, his eyes sized up the eight corpses.

The moderately thick lips formed an arc on Zhao Ke's face.

Soon, in the kitchen, accompanied by a strong smell of oily smoke,