"Zhai Master, you are alone in this stone building, it is quite deserted."
After accepting what Lu Sheng told him, Liu Zhihu didn't leave. He mentioned it with a smile.
"Speak directly if you have anything to say."
Lu Sheng took a sip of tea.
"Master, our Black Wind Village kidnapped a few girls before. Their skin and flesh are very delicate. Do you want..."
Bending down, Liu Zhihu asked diligently.
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Sheng's tone was cold:
"Don't mention this matter."
After sending this person away, Lu Sheng began to practice martial arts crazily.
Three days later.
After finishing his martial arts practice with a flushed face, he was about to continue swallowing Qi and Blood Pills to practice, but found that the pills in the box were empty.
It has been consumed by him.
I am afraid that I have consumed one or two thousand Qi and Blood Pills in the past few days. Such extravagant consumption has brought huge results.
The qi, blood and true qi in the body have grown a lot. Whenever he uses martial arts, wisps of blood qi will emit from his body, and the sound of howling wolves can be faintly heard.
Bloody smoke!
The combination of strong Qi and blood and the practice of mental methods can achieve twice the result with half the effort. At this moment, he has reached the third step of being an innate master!
The first three steps of the Xiantian Grandmaster are the Grand Master, the fourth to sixth steps are the Grand Master, and the seventh step is the last step.
This realm is the innate supreme master, the limit of mortal martial arts, also known as the ultimate master!
In fact, among the masters, the martial arts they have learned have reached the limit of their skills. The names of these steps are just to measure the difference in the amount of true energy and blood in the body.
In battle, these factors play a role, but sometimes the battle between masters is on the verge of breaking out, and a few moves can tell the difference.
No matter how much energy and blood you have, you can't use them all. Therefore, the important factor that determines the outcome between masters is-secret skills!
Just like Lu Sheng's self-created secret skill Seven Killing Sword, a master who has not reached the seventh step still has to polish his killing skills conscientiously, otherwise he will really suffer in the battle.
A self-proclaimed master can only be the weakest master and be crushed and rounded by some masters with secret skills.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a soft knock on the door.
With his ears twitching, Lu Sheng walked down the steps and opened the iron door.
Liu Zhihu held up three brochures with an uneasy look on his face.
After taking the three booklets, Lu Sheng said in a calm tone:
"In three days, wait for my order to attack Yangcheng."
"As you command!"
Liu Zhihu's eyes were stunned for a moment, and he quickly became happy. He nodded heavily, and the beard on his cheeks fluttered slightly.
The village owner finally agreed. The brothers in the village roared and resented every night. If the brothers were not allowed to relax, all the cows and chickens in the village would die.
Bang!
After closing the iron door tightly, Lu Sheng looked cold. He had no eyes and could not see the words on the booklet.
Calling in a bandit who was standing guard, Lu Sheng's eyes were wrapped in gauze and he threw the three sword skills booklets to him.
"Read it to me once, and I'll reward you with a tael of silver."
Hearing this, the bandit looked happy and responded repeatedly, as if this was a good thing that fell from the sky. There is no good thing in this world where you can get money by just talking.
Maybe there is...
The key is to leave an impression on the martial arts legend, the master, which may be of great benefit to future promotions.
Lu Sheng leaned on an imperial chair, and the bandit knelt on the ground, holding up the book and spitting out each word in a slow voice.
"Read it faster, it's too slow."
Lu Sheng frowned slightly.
"Yes, yes!"
The bandit's head dropped lower, and his speaking speed gradually increased.
His ears twitched and Lu Sheng smiled. From time to time he nodded and couldn't help but praise.
After becoming an innate master, although he could not remember photographic memory, it was not a problem for him to concentrate on remembering those important theories.
From morning till sunset, the bandit's mouth was dry, his stomach was empty, and his throat had become mute.
He didn't dare say that he wanted to drink water, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the village leader.
"Keep reading. There is still one and a half volumes left. You are not allowed to leave until you finish reading tonight."
Lu Sheng tapped the chair handle with his slender fingers, his voice calm.
With a bitter feeling in his heart, the bandit dragged his tired body and was about to meditate.
Suddenly, a red thing shot into his throat. Before he could taste it, the thing entered his stomach.
Breathing out a hot breath, the bandit's rough face was dripping with big beads of sweat, and there seemed to be something like a coal in his lower abdomen. This was a pill!
A pill that only powerful warriors can take!
He was in pain and happiness, and even shed a line of tears, Village Leader! He's so sissy! It’s too good for him!
Squeezing his throat, he tried to make his voice clearer and chanted with full motivation.
Stretching, the corners of Lu Sheng's mouth raised. It was just a Qi and Blood Pill. It was good to establish an image of being both kind and powerful to others.
The candlelight flickered, and it was midnight in a blink of an eye. Lu Sheng watched the bandits leaving.
Throwing the three books into one place casually, his aura dropped and he looked like an ordinary young man.
Sparks of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he really gained a lot from these three sword skills.
There were two books about the skills between fast and slow knives, and the last one was about shadow knives, which was similar to the movement technique. The techniques and creativity in them made Lu Sheng excited.
After a brief meal, Lu Sheng sat motionless.
One day passed, and a leaf fell to the ground on the big tree outside the window.
The figure in the stone building suddenly stood up, and his ordinary aura suddenly became sharp and domineering. The aura mixed with a wind caused the candlelight in the room to extinguish.
"The first four moves of the Seven Killing Sword have been completed. I want to see who can survive under my sword."
With a faint smile, Lu Sheng's figure disappeared into the vast night.
In the palace of Yangcheng City Lord.
In a gorgeous house, the walls are covered with festive wallpaper. There is a soft couch against the wall, and two people are lying on the soft couch.
One was an old man with a pockmarked face and gray hair. He was snoring and his yellow wrinkled lips were opening and closing.
Revealing a set of black and yellow buck teeth, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the face of the woman next to him.
The woman's face was as tender as that of a young girl, her skin was red and tender, her belly was bulging, and she was already pregnant.
Hushahusha.
A strong wind blew outside the courtyard, causing the wooden windows to open and close, making a "creak" sound.
A faint meow sounded, and the woman's eyelids trembled. She opened her eyes and felt the urge to urinate. She pushed away the black arm pressing on her abdomen.
Looking sideways at the old man on the left, Lin Xiaotang's eyes showed a complicated look. She was forced to leave by this man, and even her father could not stand up for herself.
Just because this person is a martial arts master.
She used to dream of becoming a heroine and getting rid of all the evil people in the world.
Now, her fantasy was shattered, and she could only succumb to the evil thief. She wanted to kill him, but instead she became the evil thief's concubine.
Fortunately, what she was carrying in her belly was not the seed of this evil thief.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiaotang curled her red lips, and a trace of morbid pleasure flashed across her face.
