If I Don't Give the Weapons I Forged, No One Can Take Them Away (1)
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Although Zhang Qiyun was just a scout, he wasn't inexperienced.
His grandfather, Zhang San, had been known as the number one scout in the world. If not for his grandfather's serious injuries, Zhang Qiyun might have been a young marquis or something.
Although he had never experienced his grandfather's peak, ever since he joined the military, he had received a lot of care because of his grandfather.
Otherwise, it was impossible for ordinary scouts to break through to the first rank of the Martial Dao at such a young age.
He had also seen many experts, but he had never seen an expert who could give him the same feeling as Zhou Shu.
It was difficult to describe this feeling. He clearly couldn't sense any martial artist's aura from Zhou Shu, but he was certain that Zhou Shu was an expert.
This had nothing to do with him seeing Zhou Shu kill first-rank demonic beasts. Even without this previous experience, he would have felt this way.