The next day, Pan Long got up early in the morning, and the sky was only slightly bright, so he went to the small square of the village to practice.

Kung fu is expensive to practice hard every day, which is like saving, and only by accumulating little by little can you accumulate wealth.

However, unlike usual, today he did not practice much kung fu, but focused on sword practice. While practicing, he also activated two pieces of equipment, bearing a weight of fifty or sixty catties, and wielded the bright red slaughtering sword with a fierce wind sound.

Men in the Northland, as long as their family circumstances permit, no matter what kind of kung fu they are presceding in their main skills, swords with short weapons, spears with long weapons, long-range bows and crossbows, and even horseback archery, everyone must learn.

These skills are the foundation of a Northland man's life, riding a fierce horse, driving a hard bow, and being able to use long spears and short knives flexibly, he can be regarded as a mature Northland man. As for the more advanced martial arts, that's another matter.

Pan Long learned to play with sticks, guns and spears from an early age, at the age of five or six he learned to play with swords, at the age of seven or eight he learned to ride a horse, and before he was ten years old he learned to shoot arrows. Although he didn't know any advanced weapons and martial arts, the means of using various common weapons had long been immersed in his bone marrow and became the instinct of his body.

His swordsmanship is simple and clear, there are no subtle changes, just fast, steady, and accurate - the people of the Northland never pay attention to any "ruthlessness", because they have never looked down on those so-called skills of fighting fiercely.

Exchanging one hand for the enemy's life, and one life for several lives of the enemy, this kind of practice is a commonplace daily operation for them, and there is nothing "ruthless" to talk about.

If you can make the people of the Northland feel that "this person is so ruthless", it will almost belong to the category of mental illness......

The villagers of Runa Village watched Pan Long practice with great curiosity, they didn't know martial arts, and they couldn't tell the level of Pan Long's martial arts, but they could at least see that Pan Long had a lot of strength, and he moved quickly, and he swung out with a sword and was murderous - well, it seemed like a person who could fight!

The village chief looked at him from afar, sweating profusely from practice, and nodded with a smile.

It's uncertain if the adventurer will actually help, but at least judging by his attitude, he should be a man who keeps his promises.

Pan Long practiced for almost two hours before finishing his daily practice. When he returned to the village chief's house, he took a shower with well water, changed his clothes, and handed the soaked shirt to the village chief's daughter-in-law to wash before he sat down at the table for breakfast.

"Do you practice like this every day?" asked the village chief's grandson, a chubby little boy about five or six years old.

"As long as I have time and place, I practice every day. ”

"Aren't you tired?"

"Of course tired. Pan Long was amused by this innocent question, "However, only when you sweat more and kill the enemy in battle can you shed less blood." The battle was brutal and merciless, and all those who usually refused to sweat died in the end. ”

He sighed softly: "I don't want to bleed, and I don't want to die, so I can only practice hard and sweat more." ”

The village chief's grandson seemed to understand and was a little dazed. Pan Long touched his head with a smile and said, "You are still young, it's too early to learn this." If you are interested, find someone who has been a soldier in two years to learn and lay a foundation. ”

"I'd rather he didn't have to learn these fighting skills for the rest of his life. The village chief sighed, "Those who use the sword will die under the sword after all!"

"People live in this world, and there will always be a situation where if you don't kill someone, you will be killed. It's better to kill than to be killed, even if you die under the sword in the future, at least you will live for a few more years. Pan Long persuaded.

He could see that the village chief was a man with a story and had a lot of things hidden in his heart.

The village of Luna and the goddess of the moon have the same name, and it's certainly not for nothing. It is certainly not for nothing that the heirs of the Lady of the Moon will be born and raised here. Ordinary villagers don't know these things, but it is absolutely impossible for this respected elder to be ignorant.

Perhaps, he has a deep relationship with these things.

The village chief was silent, and finally said nothing.

After breakfast, Pan Long went back to his room to rest - he still had to practice internal strength.

Get up early every day, practice martial arts for two hours, then have breakfast, practice internal skills for two hours after breakfast, practice martial arts for another two hours, then rest, eat lunch, and after lunch, move freely for an hour or two, and then choose to practice internal skills or martial arts depending on the situation, about two hours.

That's how he's been for the past few years.

Eight hours a day, never until sick or something. The honor of "the first master of the young generation in Dingfeng Town" is accumulated with countless sweats.

This level of exercise is actually not too hard in Pan Long's opinion. However, the consumption of martial arts training is very large, not only the nutrition must keep up, but also the medicine. Only by being able to repair the dark injuries caused by daily practice can the effect of practice be the best accumulated. And the Pan family's auxiliary medicine can only support this level of practice every day.

The situation of the Pan family is actually good, after all, their family has the fragments of the Shanhai Sutra as a backing, and those medicinal materials that are relatively rare but not very rare can basically be used at will. In many martial arts families and small sects, in order to prevent the accumulation of secret injuries, the disciples can only practice for five or six hours a day.

And those famous sects and the Central Plains heroes, they often have better conditions and can support their disciples to practice hard for more than ten hours a day. Therefore, although their disciples may not be better than others in terms of talent, their disciples are always able to press the disciples of ordinary small sects and sects to the ground and rub them.

To put it bluntly, people sweat a third or more more than you, how can you win him?

Pan Long's father, Pan Lei, was able to kill the six fairies of the Purple Cloud Palace, who were famous in the Northland, five to die and one to escape, because he had practiced hard in the world of the fragments of the Classic of Mountains and Seas for I don't know how many years!

Back in the guest room, Pan Long did not rush to start meditating and refining qi, but opened the character panel again.

In the attribute section, his experience is no longer 0, but 10.

Swiping his finger and flipping to the "Logs" page, he saw a line of records.

[Practice martial arts for one hour, gain 10 (5*2) experience]

It seems that if you practice martial arts for an hour, you can get 5 points of experience, and after being doubled by the small Luna statue, it is 10 points.

10 experience points is not a lot, and there is no experience point increment in the "Heroes" series, and each level is 100 experience points. In other words, he only needs to practice for 10 hours to improve by 1 level. From level 0 to level 100, the total is only 1000 hours.

The question is, why is it only one hour when he has practiced for two hours?

(Gaining experience through martial arts training can only have the effect of one hour a day?)

Pan Long frowned, but then relieved.

If he can practice without limit, he can practice 4 hours a day and reach level 100 in less than a year.

Even if he could only get 1 hour of experience a day, he would be able to reach level 100 in less than three years.

(Is it that easy?)

He didn't think there was any difficulty in training hard for three years, anyway, he had been like this for the past few years. But in less than three years, you can grow to a level equivalent to those at the end of the game that can be on par with the big guys from all sides...... No matter how you look at it, it seems a little too easy.

(Or is there something else that awaits me?)

After thinking for a while and unable to answer, he had no choice but to put aside his doubts for the time being and complete his daily internal cultivation first.

Internal strength is different from external strength, and the time that can be cultivated every day is very limited, usually only one or two hours. Beyond that, the meridians will not be able to withstand it. It is said that some people with special physiques, or some special internal strength, can break this limitation, and even practice several times a day, but Pan Long has never really seen it.

In the afternoon of the same day, when he was practicing martial arts in the small square again, the son of the village chief suddenly came to him in a hurry, saying that there was important news.

Looking at his face, Pan Long had already guessed what the news was. When I returned to the village chief's house, I saw that several old people in the village had gathered here, everyone's faces were ugly, and there was a young man with a panicked face.

Seeing him coming, the village chief said: "Kim Eun is a hunter in the village, and he went out early this morning, but when it was almost lunch, he saw an army resting on the road from a distance. He didn't dare to get closer, so he could only climb up to the big tree and peek at it, making sure that the other party's flag was a green crescent moon - it was the banner of one of the four great legions of the Empire, the Holy Legion. ”

When he said this, the faces of the villagers became more and more ugly.

Among the four legions of the Frese Empire, the Holy Legion has the worst reputation and acts the most viciously. If another army had come, it might have been possible to discuss surrender, but since the Holy Legion had come, the option of "surrender" could be crossed out.

As a legion formed with Unitarian fanatics at its core, the Holy Legion has never been merciful to heretics. Their legional commander, the "Holy One" Tharises, more than once openly declared that "only dead heretics are good heretics."

If they are coming to Runa Village, then Runa Village is afraid that a big disaster is coming!

"How many of them are there?" Pan Long asked.

"I didn't ...... I didn't dare to count carefully. Hunter Kim stammered back, "Big ...... Probably, there are...... Yes...... Two or three hundred. ”

An old man sighed, "Two or three hundred, that's almost the population of the entire Runa Village." It is impossible for a man to win against a soldier!"

No one objected to his statement.

A civilian against a soldier, the battle is really a ghost.

The old people's faces were suddenly as earthy as ever, and only Pan Long still had the same face as usual.

He had expected this situation for a long time, and it could even be said that the situation was slightly better than he expected.

Yesterday he saw the villagers beating up the Unitarian group, and he knew that the Empire's army was coming. At that time, he had considered whether to secretly chase after and kill people, lest these people attract the imperial army. But on second thought, this world is not really real, but just a manifestation of the game content in his memory. Since it was the content of the game in his memory, then no matter what, the imperial army was coming after all, so why bother?

Even if you want to do something, you have to wait until the Imperial army arrives.

Now, the Imperial army had finally arrived, but in much smaller numbers than he had expected—he had thought it might be thousands of them. Now there are only two or three hundred, and the number is simply incomparable.

An army of thousands, he really couldn't think of it. It's just two or three hundred, that's different......