Zhao Lipan sat on the stone.

The warm current flowed through his meridians and body, and finally returned to the dantian, entrenched in it.

And in the meridians of the whole Xiao Zhou Tian, there is a trace of internal qi, like a stream, which is always flowing, bringing bursts of warmth and dispelling the endless chill in the cave.

In thirty days, he has already crossed the first threshold of Heavenly Power Qi cultivation, and his internal qi has broken through a vein, this realm is not high, but he has also steadily crossed ordinary people, stepping into the realm of cultivators, before his internal qi is exhausted, his strength, reaction, and endurance will be above ordinary people.

With such a fast progress, it can be regarded as reaching the superior qualification in the impression of the elder of the Ji family who wrote the annotations.

On the one hand, it is because of the influence of Tianquan's aftermath.

On the other hand, I am afraid that it is also because the six warriors often torture him, the kind of torture and the external 'forging body' of the qi cultivation stage coincide.

I heard from You's chatter that it seemed that Nangong Gang had made a block, and the six people hadn't come over for a few days, but then they came again, and they attacked even more ruthlessly, he was almost seriously injured at first, and he relied on Tianquan's internal qi to continue that breath.

There is also the wound medicine that You brought every day, if it weren't for this, he would have been beaten to death.

Zhao Li has suffered more hardships and fists and feet in the past 30 days than in 20 years in his hometown.

He exhaled turbidity, grinned in the darkness of the night, and muttered:

"If I hadn't protected my face later, I would have really broken my face. ”

"Tsk, I don't know the rules of hitting people without slapping their faces, and it's too unsophisticated. ”

He seemed to sigh helplessly, then with a warm smile on his face, his tone pretended to be low, and he hugged his hands with his fingers crossed, pressed against his chin, and said:

"Seventeen thousand five hundred and twenty-one. ”

"How?"

"What's going on with nine-out thirteen?"

Zhao Li's voice paused, patted his forehead, and couldn't help laughing at himself:

"Talking like this feels like a villain, goosebumps are up. ”

"Nine out of thirteen, can the loan shark be okay?"

"My old Zhao is a law-abiding citizen. ”

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Footsteps came from the direction of the cave entrance.

Zhao Li could tell that it was You's footsteps, and after staying in this cold and dead cave for a full month, he felt that he seemed to be a little nervous, and his perception of sound was much sharper than before.

He immediately noticed that the footsteps of the girl who fed him every day were different from the previous ones.

Somewhat heavy.

After all, he was about to go back to the altar.

Zhao Lizhong understood You's current mood, and with the help of the faint light emitted by the herring in the underground river, Zhao Li saw You, and You was still smiling at Zhao Li, no different from before.

Today's food was unusually rich compared to before, and Zhao Li buried his head in eating wildly.

You sat on a flat stone, holding his knees with both hands, his chin on his knees, looked at Zhao Li, was silent for a while, and suddenly said:

"Today is my last day here. ”

"I'm here to say goodbye. ”

Zhao Li raised his eyebrows and looked at You, especially thinking that Zhao Li was eating too violently and choking a little like before, so he naturally picked up the milk of the domesticated ewes of the tribe and handed it over, the expression on his face seemed to be saying something that had nothing to do with him.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, when the god Xihe rides the sun across the East China Sea, I will be offered to the gods as a holy sacrifice at the beginning, and they say that if you let go of the bondage of your body, you will ascend to heaven. ”

"I sometimes envy you. ”

"If you have the courage to resist, you won't feel scared here. ”

"I can't do anything on my own. ”

"If you can, I want you to live. ”

Her smile was still gentle and steady, trying her best not to pass on her fears and uneasiness to Zhao Li, and finally whispered: "The stars and gods in the sky have not favored me from the beginning, but at least I have not died alone, and I can still talk to people and say goodbye at the end." ”

When she left, her left hand was raised, her finger thumb and index finger were raised, and the remaining three fingers were cocked, dotted on her right shoulder, and her right hand was dotted on the left side, against the light, and bent down towards Zhao Li, which was a tribal etiquette, representing farewell, and she whispered:

"Thank you, Zhao Li. ”

Zhao Li watched You leave, lowered his head and looked at the wound medicine she left behind, some parts of these medicines were obviously new, the ointment showed a light color, the smell of grass in the fragrance of the medicine, and the pottery bottle was covered with a straw rope for easy carrying.

Is it a hint that I am running for my life?

Zhao Li grinned, put these wound medicines around his waist, leaned against the stone, closed his eyes and meditated, his breathing soon became long and quiet, and he fell into a light sleep.

And in the dream, he opened his eyes and stood in the white pure white space.

He had an extra knife in his hand.

Hold the knife in your right hand and raise it so that the blade is pointing straight ahead, and your left hand is also raised and held on the hilt.

His gaze followed the blade, and with this movement, his breath became long, and his thoughts slowed, slowed, and sank, as if he had been immersed in that cold underground river.

In front of him, the clouds surged, and six sturdy and tall warriors appeared, as soon as they appeared, they rushed towards Zhao Li with great hostility, Zhao Li's expression was calm, holding a sharp blade, attacking the six people around, his pace was calm and concise, but it had its own square circle, and the knife technique was also extremely sharp.

In an instant, all six of them fell under his sword and collapsed into clouds.

And he was unscathed.

Zhao Li held the knife in his right hand, the blade grazed the cuff of his left arm, slowly wiped away the blood stains that did not exist, and closed the knife.

In the past thirty days, he did not do nothing, when he was punched and kicked by six samurai, he gradually tried to escape and resist, although this was said to be more brutally beaten, but it also made his memory more than the pace of the six samurai, and the instinctive attack angle during the siege.

and the habitual movement of their muscles exerting force.

After seven days that can be called hell, Zhao Li recreated these six people in the pure white space.

According to Hongfang's memory, Zhao Li knew that in addition to those nobles with high status and status in the clan, all the warriors in the clan had to practice the same footwork, sword technique, and the way of joining hands in the training ground.

The foundation is the same for all.

If he wants to escape, he will definitely encounter these people, so he plans to familiarize himself with these people's attack methods and habitual movements in his dreams to increase the possibility of his survival, but after all, he is just an ordinary modern person, at most his liver is relatively strong, and he can't survive at first.

Even if he held back a ruthless breath and planned to fight these six people to the death, he could often only hit the second one, and he would be killed by the others neatly and scattered into a cloud of qi.

Just as he was stumped by this difficult question, the third name on the scroll lit up.

That meant that Ji Xin could come to this dream again, so he fished Ji Xin up again, suppressed Ji Xin's cultivation with the dream space, put him in the same realm as himself, and threw it in front of the row of hard-dressed Iron Western warriors.

Before the final limit, Ji Xin combined knife skills and pace, and successfully defeated the strong with the weak.

Killed six Iron Western Samurai without injury.

Then under the kind and friendly guidance of the ancient instructor, he fell into a period of weakness again.

Since then, until now, Zhao Lidu's enthusiasm for liver activities in the past has begun to frantically 'copy homework', and he has continued to learn Ji Xin's methods for cracking this situation, from the pace, from the means of using the sword to luck, to the prediction, defense, and counterattack of the warriors of the Iron West, and learning over and over again.

Until now, he had finally managed to reach the state that Ji Xin had finally completed seventeen days ago.

The long knife in his hand disappeared.

Tonight, the breakout began.