On the second day, the sky was just shining.

Reading the novel, I saw that in the middle of the night, Sox, who had only slept for 6 hours, had already exercised in the morning breeze.

"Whew."

Taking a deep breath of fresh air in his heart, Sox propped up his fist on the rooftop and unleashed his fists.

Because there are requirements for the reading time of the novel system, for example, "I Really Am Not the Demon King" requires several days of reading time to open the permission to extract skills, and it takes mental power to read it, which is not a simple matter, and you can't completely wait for the system to extract skills in a short period of time, and waste the time.

Fortunately, he has a huge advantage in terms of money, and he can use gold coins to increase his strength from other channels.

This set of martial arts, called "Budou Fist", was purchased by Sox from a martial arts gym in Dongcheng District yesterday, which just made up for the lack of lethality of his armor.

The Oriental Pavilion Master refused to sell this boxing technique at first, and it was not until Sox offered a full 600 gold coins that he relented, and also asked Sox to sign a confidentiality agreement, which must not be passed on.

In fact, this set of boxing techniques can only be regarded as average, and it is suitable for first-order martial arts ability.

The reason why it can be sold at such an expensive price is entirely because the martial arts in this world are particularly scarce, and the truly advanced martial arts cultivation system is basically in the hands of the big forces such as the Federation and the trade union, and if you want to learn, you have to join them and become a core member step by step.

As for ordinary people, those who are lucky enough to become psionic can become capable of the psionic system by mutating.

Bad luck is to join personal forces such as martial arts gyms and even pirates, slowly learn the basic exercises and perennial hard work, and develop your body.

Like Sox, who directly buys the martial arts of other people's martial arts halls, it is relying on the privileges of the rich class, and in a way, money is really his second golden finger.

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Standing on the rooftop, Sox slowly cultivated step by step, and experienced the changes in every inch of muscles and muscles under his own skin in the operation of the boxing technique.

"Why... Bang..."

In this slow fist, the energy flowed and surged, and there were bursts of crisp explosions on Sox's body.

It seems slow and easy, but in fact, the whole person's mind is already invested in it.

Splitting, collapsing, drilling, cannon, horizontal.

This step of fighting boxing not only requires a lot of kung fu at the feet, but also the frontal fight on the palm of the fist is a combination of yin and yang, which is both fierce and violent, but also smooth and ruthless.

Sox stepped on the floor tiles with both feet, his body fluttered, and gradually, there was a fierce and cold aura in his boxing technique.

After a set of punches, Sox was already sweating profusely and soaking wet.

Sox, who turned on the stereo and took a comfortable bath in the bathtub, received a call from Wang's mother, it turned out that today was the day when her daughter went to the Six Nations Federation Alien Academy, so she had to take a day off today and sign up with her daughter.

"Mother Wang's daughter?"

Sox conjured up the back of a blurry pink-haired girl.

I remember that she used to come to play when she was a child, and her delicate little mouth was very good at coaxing people, and every time she came, she could cheat Sox into a bunch of snacks.

Later, I heard that the little girl had awakened the talent of the psionic department, and she transferred to St. George's Island in junior high school, which she hadn't seen for a long time.

Thinking of this, Sox specially paid an extra salary to Wang's mother, so that she could accompany her daughter with peace of mind.

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When the washing was over, Sox combed his hair, put on a black casual suit and went out.

Sox stopped not far outside the neighborhood and was in front of a shop that resembled a cold drink.

If Mama Wang is here, she will definitely have to make a standard nutritious breakfast. But since she's not here today, Sox can eat whatever she wants.

He ordered two large cups of dessert at once, and it was like this for his breakfast.

The red, red, green and green smoothie is served in a tall glass, called Kebuling, which is actually a mixture of fresh red and green flesh fruits, chopped and mixed together, and frozen with some kind of sugar juice, the taste is very unique and refreshing, very delicious.

Scooping up a spoonful of the pulp and smoothie mixture, putting it in his mouth and chewing it, Sox smiled contentedly.

He boarded a bus at the platform, ate Keburing while reading a novel, and swayed unhurriedly with the train towards Dongcheng District.

His plan today is to buy some weapons and equipment in the black market in Dongcheng District, after all, it is definitely not enough to exercise at home.

If you are ready, you should also get the identity of a bounty hunter in a few days, go out to take on some less dangerous hunting missions, and hone your martial arts skills in actual combat.

In addition, you can also get monster corpses, which can be exchanged for novel points, which can speed up the progress of the lottery a lottery.

When he got off the bus in Dongcheng District, Sox found a restaurant and read novels all day, and then went to the black market street in the evening.

This black market street, also known as Tonglu Street, is famous throughout Xiangji Island, and is filled with all kinds of gray transactions at night.

Sox stopped in front of a tavern with weapons and decorations at the door.

From the narrow muddy road, past several tattered steps, the tavern's main entrance was made of two heavy stone slabs, mottled with paint and greasy dirt.

On the left and right of the tavern door are all kinds of wine bottles and gun decoration molds, and on the stone door hangs a black wooden board crookedly, only a person with excellent eyesight can barely make out the messy handwriting—the White Horse Tavern.

Walking into the stone slab door, in front of the tavern is a large flat field, on the left side of which are several iron warehouses, and on the right is a three-story stone building.

A few steps further up, pushing open a heavy, old oak door, the smell of hot wine almost rushed people to their faces.

Behind the oak doors is a huge bar large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

Leaning to the west is a row of wine cabinets, and several fancy women are standing behind the wine cabinets, laughing uncontrollably, and a group of drunken drunkards are lying on the wine cabinets, also laughing at those women unscrupulously.

On the central dance floor, scantily clad men and women writhed and shouted excitedly, their long hair flying, scarlet lips and shining eyes, making the red-faced and drunken men even more crazy.

A middle-aged man wearing a one-eyed patch, holding a huge copper wine glass in one hand and a white cloth in the other, grinned and wiped the glass vigorously, wiping the glass inside and out.

He had a large cigar in his mouth, and faint blue smoke kept coming out of his mouth.

On the wall behind the tavern hung a two-foot-square portrait, smoked in smoke.

It was a big man, wearing a steel helmet, loaded with various weapons, and surrounded by a tragic battlefield scene.

It is rumored that the city on Xiangji Island was founded 80 years ago, when the city was first built, it was attacked by several waves of monsters every day, and the first trade union organization on Xiangji Island also began to appear at that time, and the man in the portrait was a mercenary who was more famous at that time, and built this White Horse Tavern on Tonglu Street when he was old.

There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, and at a long oak table in the corner of the tavern, a dwarf wearing a black turban and a leather suit with a skull pattern stood up and climbed onto the table, raising a glass the size of a man's head.

"May the dead Blumby, that Purde mongrel rest in peace in the Abyss!"

Sitting around the oak table were more than twenty men dressed in the same leather coat, all with rough and savage faces, and any one of them exuded a bloody and hideous energy from his bones.

They grinned loudly as they raised their glasses and cheered.

Like everyone here, every hair on his body is branded with the word "thug......