"Xiaolong! What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Yikang felt that his face was being slapped by someone.
When he opened his eyes, his vision was dark, and the spiritual consciousness of the past had completely dissipated, as if it had never appeared in him.
Thinking of the world-destroying scene he saw before he fell into coma, he immediately understood and felt bitter in his heart. The legendary forbidden thunder was really overbearing, because he took away the bodies of mortals and violated the laws of heaven and earth.
The soul body that has been stripped of its spiritual consciousness and Qi training level has to start all over again. It cannot break through the highest realm in this life.
In other words, it is very likely that his life will end at the seventh level of Qi training.
"That's all, anyway, this body's qualifications are only those of four spiritual roots and one pseudo-spiritual root. Whether it can reach the seventh level of Qi training is still unknown."
Before he could sigh, a pair of fat hands stretched out on his cheeks.
"Xiaolong! Are you okay! Don't scare me!"
"Damned mortal!"
Zhao Yikang screamed with disgust in his heart, and Zhao Yikang said with a smile:
"I'm fine."
After saying that, he opened the quilt and felt that every inch of his body was naked, and he couldn't help but scream.
"Where are my clothes?"
Wang Yuhua, who was sleeping next to him, had a casual look on her face and put her arm around him.
"What are you yelling about? It's on the ground."
After breaking free from the woman's hand, Zhao Yikang jumped under the bed, bent down and groped on the ground for a while, picked up his clothes and put them on.
Leave this room slowly.
Watching his leaving figure, Wang Yuhua pressed her plump lips and tilted the corners of her mouth.
After leaving the door, Zhao Yikang had a sneer on his lips.
…
Two months passed quickly.
Yangcheng City Lord's Mansion.
In an inner room.
A long-haired man was sitting cross-legged on a woolen felt. There were several empty iron boxes beside him. Some of the boxes contained a few taels of gold and silver, which were placed at the bottom of the boxes.
Suddenly, the man's clothes exploded, countless white gas spurted out from the pores, and clouds of white mist flooded the entire inner room.
The long hair is flying, the muscles on the man's body are as hard as rocks, the energy and blood in the body are surging, and there is a faint sound of dragon roaring.
Bloody like a dragon!
The seventh innate step - the supreme master!
The man breathed out a thick white breath, which made the objects on the ground tremble.
It took more than two months to finally reach the seventh step of innateness and become an extremely rare master.
The true energy in the body transforms into a higher level of energy flow, which is what people in the martial arts often call the innate energy - martial arts true energy.
Rushing out of the inner room, Lu Sheng held the knife in his right hand. Wisps of white air came out of the blade, which was as bright as silver. The weeds on the ground were instantly cut into pieces by the wind.
With a faint wave of his hand, a fierce sword slashed across the ground. The soil on the ground turned over, revealing a half-foot-long ravine.
Putting away the long knife with satisfaction, Lu Sheng walked to the courtyard door and rang the silver bell on the door beam a few times.
Jingle Bell!
A creak.
The door was opened carefully, and a general wearing rhinoceros armor walked in. The iron armor on his body made a metallic hissing sound. He raised his fist as big as a sandbag and knelt on one knee.
"Do you have any orders, Lord City Lord?"
"Zhihu, thank you for staying with me for so long."
Smiling slightly, the emotions in Lu Sheng's words were somewhat complicated.
When he came to this world, the person he spent the longest time with was one person and one beast.
One person is Liu Zhihu, and the other animal is the little goat.
Speaking of which, I don’t know if the little goat died of starvation.
As soon as the Lord City Lord finished speaking, Liu Zhihu had a bad feeling in his heart. He raised his head and found that the Lord City Lord's aura was unfathomable.
Stronger than before, it seems that he has broken through that realm.
The tiger's eyes were full of enthusiasm. As Lu Sheng's closest subordinate, he naturally knew the strength of the city lord.
When you broke into Black Wind Stronghold before, you were the innate grandmaster. Now that you have made a breakthrough, wouldn't you become a great master?
As the Lord's subordinate, he is naturally honored.
The rough face turned solemn, and Liu Zhihu said seriously:
"I am willing to work for you, Zhihu."
In the past few months, Yangcheng has been in ruins. The second brother is very knowledgeable. He didn't have the opportunity to display his talents before. Now he has a stage to show off his talents and is full of fighting spirit every day.
After the adults' instructions, the walls of the inner city were demolished, and from then on, there was no distinction between the inside and outside of Yangcheng.
At first, people complained a lot, but in the end, they slowly accepted it. After all, people have short memories.
Public security is also much better than before, and some vicious gangs and merchants have been publicly executed.
The people were becoming more and more accepting of them. The second brother said that he wanted to erect a statue for the city lord, and many people volunteered to help.
Compared with before, everything is moving in a better direction.
He and his brothers have also settled here. They didn't have a choice before, but now they have a choice. No one wants to live in that dilapidated and damp cottage.
All this is because the village leader is here, and as subordinates, they naturally have to follow him.
What's more important is that the leader of the village has a strong fist, and the people in Fucheng don't dare to let out a fart, as if they have tacitly accepted the ownership of Yangcheng.
They live in peace of mind, and the brothers perform their duties. They discussed the issue of restarting the business road last night.
It is planned to activate business roads and make Yangcheng rich.
Isn't the village owner short of silver? They have already discussed many ways to get rich.
As soon as the trade routes open up, Yangcheng should be able to collect a lot of money.
Nodding, Lu Sheng smiled faintly:
"I gotta go."
"Ah! This...sir..."
His pupils shrank, and Liu Zhihu froze on the spot, his lips trembling.
"There are things I left for you two in the inner room. From now on, Yangcheng will be handed over to you."
After leaving a few words, Lu Sheng put his hands behind his back, tapped his toes, and raised his body three feet high, his white clothes making a sound as the wind blew.
After several flybys, Liu Zhihu could only see a small white dot disappearing on the roof of the horizon.
Slightly absent-minded, Liu Zhihu took off his heavy iron helmet and kowtowed three times in that direction.
"Sir, I will protect Yangcheng on your behalf."
…
Outer city.
In front of an old steamed bun shop.
A man in white clothes stood on the rotten stone steps in front of the store. He looked emotional and touched the sign hanging in front of the door with his slender fingers.
A few years ago, he was threatened by the Longhu Gang and felt that he was weak and acted like a man on thin ice.
In a fit of anger, he closed the shop and prepared to go into the inner city to practice martial arts, so as to avenge his shame and not mention what happened next.
In short, while he is standing, the person who offended him is lying down.
"Sir, are you here to see if this bun shop is open?"
The little boy, dressed in coarse linen clothes, came over and asked with a smile.
Turning his head, the scar on Lu Sheng's face shocked the little boy. This man turned out to be blind and his face was ruined.
Fortunately, Lu Sheng's face was gentle and his temperament made people unconsciously convinced, so he did not scare away this little baby.
He smiled and lightly opened his thin lips:
"Hasn't this store been closed for a long time? Why are you still here?"
"Hey, sir, you don't know something now. The buns sold in this store are much more affordable than the Wang's Bun Shop in Xijiekou."
"When I was a child, my father brought me buns from this store every day. They were big, fragrant and the same size as Wang's buns, and tasted the same. They were cheap and conscientious."
"Ever since the shop owner was forced out of business by the Longhu Gang three or four years ago, I have never been able to eat such delicious buns again."
"Now, everyone in the Longhu Gang has been fucking executed. My father thought that the shop owner should come back, so he asked me to hang around here every day, but the shop owner hasn't come back yet."
The little boy spoke with spitfire and spoke very quickly. He finished speaking in a short while. He rubbed his messy hair and frowned.
It seems that he is distressed and nostalgic.
