Since he agreed to join the army base, no one had invited him. Jiang Xiaobai felt at ease.
In the next few days, Jiang Xiaobai had been recuperating in practice. He was supposed to recover soon, but he had to force himself to fight.
After several days of recuperation, Jiang Xiaobai's injuries had been suppressed, which made him feel much relieved.
Then Jiang Xiaobai looked at the weapons in front of him, which were the spoils of the previous battles.
After being thrown into space, Jiang Xiaobai picked up a knife. The knife was very sharp and could be called a good weapon.
But what made Jiang Xiaobai helpless was that he couldn't refine the knife. Although the soul mark in the knife had been erased for a long time, it still resisted him.
With Jiang Xiaobai's current spiritual power, he had no choice but to put away these weapons and keep a backup plan.
Anyway, these things wouldn't run away in his own space. When he was strong enough, he could also give them to others.