Gao Cheng knew from the memory of the original body that the Cultivation Realm was the basic realm of the Body Refining Warrior, and there were a total of nine levels. The first three levels are internal strength, vitality, and tendons! These three levels focus on nourishing the body and strengthening the origin. As long as you cultivate to the level of triple strength, you can be strong and strong, and you will not get sick.

The fourth level of cultivation is the Bone Quenching Realm! Warriors who have cultivated to this level can strengthen their bones through tempering to enhance the strength of their bodies. The more bones you refine, the stronger your strength will be, and you can also condense your energy and enhance your attack.

As for the fifth layer, it is the Tongli realm. It is the realm that Le Xiong has reached, which can twist the energy of the whole body into a strand and has a terrifying instantaneous explosive power. On the battlefield, you can defeat one against hundreds.

"When this technique is cultivated, the amount of qi and blood consumed is three times that of the Pile Gong, and it seems that if you want to practice it, you need a lot of food and meat!" Gao Cheng said secretly in his heart.

After Huang Shao passed down the exercises, he began to convene Gao Cheng, Wu Ding, and a man in armor and a gun. This gun-wielding man is called Zuo Bao, who has the strength of the fourth layer of training, and is Huang Shao's henchman.

Soon, Huang Shao issued an order to prepare to take more than 100 people into the mountains and forests early tomorrow morning, first evade the encirclement and suppression of the officers and soldiers of Yiyang City, and then find a way to join the Yellow Turban army.

As time passed, the morning sun shone all over the land, and the people on the high slopes began to bury the pot and cook.

Wisps of green smoke rose from the Yellow Turban camp in the distance, and the flames remained after the fire burned all night. Tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans, old and weak women and children were escorted by officers and soldiers to the side of the road, waiting for the city officials to decide their fate.

Gao Cheng ignored the movements of the outside world, he gave all the rights of the tun chief to Gao Tai and Zhang Chen, and he came to a few big trees not far away and began to practice the Lin Pile Gong.

The movements of the Tiger Roar Gong are more complicated than those of the Pile Gong, and the amount of qi and blood that needs to be consumed is huge, and there is not enough meat to replenish it, so it is harmful and useless to directly transfer to this exercise.

When Gao Cheng killed Le Xiong yesterday, he shot his war horse to death, and got a lot of horse meat, which was distributed to dozens of subordinates, and he still left a lot. It can almost allow him to cultivate to the second level of training.

The horse meat was rough and unpalatable, Gao Cheng frowned and ate a lot, and then put on a posture according to the posture of the second layer of the pile gong, and soon, with the help of spiritual power, he gradually adjusted, and his body began to become hot.

Just like the first time he practiced Linzhugong, after taking the pose, the qi and blood in Gao Cheng's body continued to boil, turning into wisps of essence and entering the muscles of his body. The whole person seems to be soaking in a hot spring, which is very comfortable.

The second map of Lin Zhugong has increased the speed of digesting qi and blood a lot, and the horse meat in Gao Cheng's belly was quickly decomposed and digested, and it soon turned into qi, blood, and essence Qi was exhausted.

"The strength has increased a little bit compared to before! I have to hurry up and practice these days, and when the second action chart of the Linzhugong can no longer increase the strength, this level will be almost practiced!"

Gao Cheng clenched his fists, his hands made a kaba caba sound, and if he cultivated the Lin Pile Gong to the second level, he could at least double his strength, and when the time came, with his archery skills, he could pose a huge threat to the samurai who practiced the fourth layer.

Gao Cheng was sensing his increased strength, and suddenly heard a commotion from Gao Po, it seemed that Wu Ding was roaring, Gao Cheng wondered in his heart, who provoked him? Why are you so excited?

"Damn dog officers and soldiers are so vicious! Lao Tzu will definitely not let them go in the future!" Wu Ding, who was not far away, shouted, his expression was extremely angry, his eyes were red, he was full of anger, his hands were constantly beating, and it seemed that he was going to grab the iron gun and rush down the next moment.

"What's going on?"

Gao Cheng hurriedly collected his work, walked quickly to Wu Ding's side, followed Wu Ding's gaze and looked into the distance, only to see that the officers and soldiers had found a low-lying place and let the captured Yellow Turban soldiers dig a few big pits in the ground.

At this time, a team of officers and soldiers pressed the prisoners to the edge of the pit, forcibly pushed the other party into the pit, and for a time the crying and screaming were endless, and many thin women held their children in the pit and cried in a low voice, showing extremely desperate expressions. They had already guessed their impending fate.

The captured Yellow Turbans had thought that the officers and soldiers had asked them to dig a pit in order to bury the bodies of the dead in the camp. No one thought that the Han officers and soldiers were so ruthless that they didn't even give a chance to surrender, and were ready to kill all of them.

Many Yellow Turban soldiers roared and rushed out, one by one trying to fight with the heavily armed Han officers and soldiers with their bare hands. It is a pity that they had just dug the pit and consumed a lot of physical strength, and as soon as they rushed a few steps, they were stabbed down by officers and soldiers with guns, blood flowed, and in less than a moment there were hundreds of corpses on the ground.

On the city wall of Yiyang City, Wang Jun looked at the tragic situation in the distance with a faint look, and in his eyes, the captured Yellow Turban soldiers and the old and weak women and children were like ants, which were not worth mentioning at all.

Beside him, the county magistrate of Yiyang County's face turned a little pale, and there seemed to be a trace of unbearability. Looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers who jumped out of the pit one by one to resist the immediate killing, he sighed slightly.

"Isn't the county Zun Mo soft-hearted?" Wang Jun turned his head and asked with a smile.

The county ordered: "Hey, the Yellow Turban thieves are innocent, but among these tens of thousands of people, many women and children are people who have been coerced by the Yellow Turban Army, and some of them are still the people of Yiyang County, is it a bit inappropriate to kill them all?"

Wang Jun's face was slightly gloomy, and he said coldly: "County Zun, the Yellow Turban Thief is a traitor who wants to subvert the world, for this kind of traitor, there is no mistake to kill, if you are swaying today, if you don't use thunder methods, how can you quickly suppress the Yellow Turban Thief?"

"No matter what the identities of these Yellow Turban soldiers were in the past, only by killing all of them at this time can they deter others and let the people in the county know what will happen to those who defect to the rebels! In the future, if the Yellow Turban thieves come to coerce the people again, they will inevitably be resisted desperately by the people. ”

The middle-aged county commander's face was scornful, and he didn't dare to say anything, he was nominally the master of Yiyang County, but in fact, everything he did had to depend on the face of the Yiyang Wang. As the son of the Wang family, Wang Jun's orders are more effective than his county honor.

"Ziwen Gongzi!" In the distance, a silver light rushed towards the city wall. The voice came from afar.

"Uncle is here!"

A smile appeared on Wang Jun's face, and he waved his hand, and several guards guarding the city wall got out of the way, allowing Chen Zhi to climb the city wall and come to his side.

Chen Zhi rushed to the city wall with an anxious face, and he hurriedly said: "Childe, county honor, haven't the Yellow Turban soldiers outside the city already surrendered? Why do you want to kill them? Most of them are coerced people!"

The smile on Wang Jun's face gradually disappeared, he took a deep look at Chen Zhi, and asked, "Uncle Zhi, tell me, are these people Yellow Turban thieves?"

Chen Zhi's expression was stunned, and he couldn't help but say: "It's a yellow turban thief, but it's ......"

Wang Jun interrupted him and said, "Since it is a Yellow Turban thief, then it should be damned! The law of the imperial court, the crime of great rebellion, and the destruction of the three clans! Shu Zhi should know very well, right?"

Chen Zhi's expression sank, standing motionless, listening to the desperate cry of the woman in the dirt pit in the distance, and the man who was unwilling to be killed and resisted, he was a little depressed. Clench your fists.