That night, Shen Cong was practicing in bed with his eyes closed. As the level of Ben Lei Jue increased, the speed of his absorption of spiritual energy increased, and the clothes on the entire surface of his body clung tightly to his body.
But at this moment, Shen Cong suddenly opened his eyes and stopped practicing.
His keen hearing detected some slight footsteps.
Very weak.
It is impossible for ordinary people to make such weak footsteps. They must be masters who have practiced martial arts and have reached the top level.
There are still two ninth-grade warriors!
It's definitely not a good thing to sneak into your home in the middle of the night.
Shen Cong is not stupid enough to think that two ninth-level warriors will come here to steal and steal, and they don't need to do that kind of thing.
The only explanation is that the other party came specifically for me.
He didn't dare to be careless, so he rolled out of bed and quietly hid behind the cabinet.
His strength is one level higher than that of the other party. Both his strength and control are many times stronger. It is impossible for the other party to hear the sound he makes.
A moment later, the door of the room was pried open, and two sneaky figures walked quietly towards Shen from the bed.
But at this moment, Shen Cong suddenly rose up from behind. He used the Six-level Kong Ming Fist to the extreme, and punched one of them in the neck.
The other party obviously felt the huge sense of crisis behind him. His pupils shrank and he was about to avoid it, but he still took a step slower.
There is an insurmountable gap between the eighth and ninth grades.
Even if they are face to face, it is still difficult to avoid the opponent's attack, let alone facing a sneak attack?
Shen Cong punched him, breaking his neck instantly, causing his neck to tilt back suddenly, and his whole body lost its support. Like a ball, he was hit against the wall, and finally bounced back by the impact, rolling two times on the ground. The circle completely lost its breath.
The other person, when he reacted, was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat and immediately punched Shen Cong.
The wind of the fist roared through the air, and its power was frightening. However, Shen Cong did not dodge and punched out straight away.
boom--!
The moment the two fists faced each other, there was a crunching sound, and the other's arm was removed on the spot, hanging limply on his shoulders like noodles.
"ah--!"
He let out a scream, but did not dare to pay too much attention to the pain of broken bones, but wanted to jump out of the window and escape.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Shen Cong stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's calf and pulled it back. The opponent's other leg was still waiting to be kicked, but Shen Cong punched the knee, breaking another leg.
One arm and one leg were broken off one after another, and the other party was in so much pain that he almost fainted on the spot.
Shen Cong sat on the other person's shoulder, held his other intact arm, and said coldly:
"Who are you? Why did you come to me?"
"Hero, please spare my life. Our brothers are passing by and just want to borrow some money. My dear, please spare your life."
"Dishonest."
Shen Cong broke off one of his fingers.
"You'd better hurry up and speak out, and you'll suffer less."
"It's...it's true! I didn't lie."
"Two ninth-grade warriors came to my poor house to rob me. Do you think I'm an idiot? I think you won't give up until you reach the Yellow River."
As he spoke, Shen Cong pulled out a dagger from his waist and drew it down along the crotch of his pants.
The other party's tears really flowed out.
"No, no, I say, I say everything."
"Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier?"
Shen Cong hit the other party on the head with the side of his dagger, and then the other party spoke slowly.
...
After half a payment, Shen Cong understood what had happened, and his face turned cold.
Unexpectedly, even though he chose not to go to Zhujiazhuang, he could not escape this disaster.
It's true that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. It seems that I will keep a low profile in the future.
Fortunately, he has already reached the eighth level of cultivation, otherwise, he would be in trouble today.
The unparalleled magic sword sounds like it is not a good thing. Even if you build it yourself and the other party does not kill you, letting others know that you have created the magic sword will inevitably cause a lot of trouble.
"Who said I am good at blacksmithing?"
Shen Cong was a man who always wanted to take revenge. Zhujiazhuang deserved to die, but the blacksmith who had harmed him could not be let go either.
"He has been killed, and the other old man who stopped him has also been killed."
"Old man, what old man?"
"He seems to be from the same blacksmith shop as you. His name is Master Song."
"Song..."
In Shen Cong's mind, the father with lace hair and a man who was still fighting for his son at his age appeared, and he sighed deeply in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Master Song still failed to escape this disaster.
"Great...hero, I have said everything, can you please spare me?"
"It's the King of Hell's business to spare you. My mission is to send you to see the King of Hell."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Cong directly used brute force to break the opponent's neck, simply and neatly.
He didn't use a dagger, because if blood sprayed all over the room, he would still have to clean it up.
Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Shen Cong began to think deeply.
If Zhujiazhuang wants to practice magic, he will definitely not let him go, and will continue to send people to find him to help him forge an unparalleled magic sword.
Because the entire Yuncheng is such a big place, there are few blacksmiths, and even fewer excellent blacksmiths.
This time there are two ninth-grade ones. What about next time? Maybe there will be an eighth-grade warrior, and then it won't be that easy if I want to kill the opponent with overwhelming force.
Like the Wang family, if they don't know their identity, they can wait until they become stronger in cultivation before seeking revenge.
The Zhu family was eyeing him face to face, and he had to find a way to eradicate them.
But with his current strength, it is like hitting an egg against a stone.
"Yes."
Shen raised the corner of his mouth and suddenly had an idea.
He quietly came to the yard, stood on tiptoes and glanced across the wall. Sure enough, the red-clad Fengwei of the Zhenwu Division was not at home. He went out at midnight every day, probably to investigate the case of the remaining party members of the previous dynasty.
Shen Cong immediately threw the two bodies into the other party's yard from a weird angle, then tore off a piece of paper and wrote a few large characters with his left hand.
"The remnants of the former dynasty wish Jiazhuang!"
Signature - Tian Wenjing!
Then he wrapped it directly with stones and threw it next to the two corpses.
I can't beat you, so I'll use my strength to fight. No matter how powerful Zhujiazhuang is, it's impossible to defeat the imperial court, right?
They would definitely not dare to openly admit that they refine magic swords and practice magic skills, which would be a dead end in Daxia.
As long as the soldiers and horses of the imperial court are lured over, they will be hesitant and sneaky, unable to explain why, and they will definitely die.
After doing this, Shen Cong immediately returned to his room, erased all traces, and quickly entered a state of cultivation.
Or does he have to be strong enough? If he is a grandmaster, does he still need to use his strength to gain strength?
Just fly on the wind and destroy Zhujiazhuang with a snap of your fingers!
