In September, the autumn weather is frosty.

Zhao Guonan Ancheng, in a leaky room in the Lin family's house.

Meng Yang, as usual, woke up from his sleep in a daze.

I was about to turn over and look at my phone next to my pillow.

As soon as he moved, the colic pain in his arm made his eyes widen suddenly.

The consciousness of the drowsy head and the confusion also woke up with a bang under the sharp pain that pierced the heart.

"Ahhh

I saw that at this moment he was lying on a dilapidated wooden bed with gauze tied all over his body.

The floor was covered with bloody rot, and even a pool of blood could be seen.

"This, this, where is this?"

Meng Yang grinned, countless question marks popped up in his mind, and he turned his head to look at it and was surprised again.

In the sight, there were three strangers lying on the bed in the slightly crowded room.

One person is asleep, and the other grinds his teeth and snores.

There was also a man, covered in a blood-oozing bandage, lying on a fixed cross bed frame.

Bloodshot eyes, staring at the ceiling in dead silence.

"Am I not at home?

Meng Yang's heart was beating wildly, and his face was incredulous.

Just as he wanted to move, he was suddenly kicked open by a kick in the closed door.

"Bang..."

The sound not only startled Meng Yang, but also woke up the other two people in the room.

Only the bandage man who was wrapped in gauze and couldn't see clearly didn't move.

"What are you going to do, don't..."

Meng Yang, who was frightened, still hadn't figured out the situation in front of him.

The two men in armor with fierce expressions immediately rushed through the door, holding down his head and legs.

Immediately after, a middle-aged man with a sheep beard in a silk robe also walked in.

He came to Meng Yang's bed, glanced at it with interest, and stretched out to Meng Yang's chest, whose face was frightened green.

"The recovery is good, you can try the effect. ”

poked Meng Yang's chest, like rubber-like skin after being burned by fire.

The middle-aged man with a goatee cracked his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately, three old men dressed as subordinates walked into the room.

One of the old men ignored Meng Yang's shouting, and poured a bowl of porridge into his mouth roughly.

At the same time, the other two old men were holding scissors in their hands and cutting the bandages on Meng Yang's body.

The whole process was painful and itchy for Meng Yang, but he didn't dare to struggle at all.

"Clean up, tell him about the rules of the Lin family, and then send him to the sparring field. ”

Seeing that it was almost over, the goatee middle-aged man commanded and left the room.

Looking at his chest, arms, thighs and belly, the rough skin that had been brushed with an iron brush.

In the ears of Meng Yang, the five flavors of miscellaneous grains in his heart, the cold voice of the guards sounded.

"In the Lin family, the sparring disciples look less and talk less and ask less, since you are willing, your life is the Lin family's, understand?"

I know a hammer, and labor and management will wake up from sleep, and their lives are the Lin family's.

Also, what the fuck is this sparring disciple?

Seeing Meng Yang sitting on the edge of the bed with a stupid face, he didn't answer, staring at his body all the time.

The two-meter-tall guard's face sank, regardless of Meng Yang, who was struggling, he carried Meng Yang out of the collar like a chicken.

When Meng Yang endured the pain and staggered out of the door, his shocked eyes were full of incredulity.

I saw that outside the quiet fence stone courtyard, there were more than forty people wearing sparring disciple uniforms, standing in line.

Their eyes were blank, their faces were desperate, and they looked down at their feet without saying a word, like strong men on the battlefield.

"Go stand in the middle of the line!"

Looking at the loach ridge in the distance, Meng Yang's eyes were complicated, and he walked into the team in silence.

After the six people were brought out of the other rooms by the guards, a group of dozens of people marched forward under the escort of the guards.

After turning around and coming to the sparring field, Meng Yang was surprised to find that the square in front of him was very large, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

The square is also surrounded by a number of beginner, intermediate, and advanced areas.

Each area has a hundred small sparring platforms with a radius of more than five meters.

When the team stood on the central platform of the primary area, Meng Yang understood.

The sparring disciples are the sparring stakes that the family spent money to buy, and they were beaten.

A kind of human flesh sandbag, regardless of life and death, can be killed at any time.

The only value before death is to use his own body to help the core disciples of the Lin family step into a higher level of martial arts.

"Okay, others are not the waste young master of the family, or the prince who has a cute girl to love, I will be beaten when I cross, and not only will I be beaten, but I will be beaten every few days, I really have eight lifetimes of blood mold. ”

Looking at the core disciples of the Lin family who were walking towards the square, Meng Yang's face turned extremely pale.

Seeing the group of disciples with a dignified temperament in his sight, getting closer and closer, Meng Yang, who was laughing miserably, suddenly felt a pain in his head.

As if receiving some kind of induction, even his vision blurred.

"This is..."

All kinds of images that he had never experienced before, played out in his mind like a movie.

Until the silent heart pounded, and reason gradually became clear.

Meng Yang, who seemed to be about to suck up all the air in the world, couldn't help but show a complicated look on his face.

"This is the memory of the original owner!"

After a moment, Meng Yang sighed in despair.

After memory fusion, he found that this young man's body was also called Meng Yang.

In order to treat his seriously ill sister, he sold himself into the Lin family as a sparring disciple.

In the end, because a core disciple of the Lin family scolded him for being a mongrel, he said a few words in anger, and as a result, he was tied to a stake and seriously injured.

He died not long after being dragged into the room, and Meng Yang's soul penetrated into his body.

"It's you..."

At this time, a young man with a jade face and white clothes, only about fifteen years old, came to the platform.

The pair of cold eyes that seemed to be hiding a sword blade swept to Meng Yang, who was shrinking his neck.

With a little finger, Meng Yang, who was furious in his heart, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Follow me to the seventh sparring table. ”

Meng Yang, who gritted his teeth, caught a glimpse of the guard with a machete beside him, and followed hard.

Meng Yang didn't want to go, but he didn't want to die.

After the memories were fused, he knew the cruelty of this world, and he understood the fate of not going.

"Don't worry, Xuanyue Ghost Thunder, a combat skill kung fu, has just been cultivated, and it only practiced fingering in the early stage, and it doesn't have much lethality. ”

"With your fleshy body, it's enough to resist. ”

After coming to the No. 7 sparring table, the young man glanced at Meng Yang and spoke coldly.

Meng Yang had a miserable smile on his face again, scoffing at what the young man said.

With his current physical condition, even if the young man's finger kung fu is not lethal, I am afraid that he will not be able to last until the end of the sparring session.

The guards had just told them that the Lin family's sparring was three hours at a time.

Moreover, as far as he knew, this world was a strange and dangerous world.

Any ordinary person can be called a cultivator as long as he has gone through the transformation of qi and blood.

After learning a few kung fu, just to that station, the coercion of churning qi and blood is not something that ordinary people can resist.

Even if he is killed halfway, he will only be dealt with after the sparring is over.

The young man didn't speak, and he didn't pay attention to Meng Yang's cold snort.

As his face suddenly turned pale, the young man's index finger, like electricity, pointed at his chest at a very fast speed.

Looking at the finger poked into his chest, Meng Yang's face was like ashes, and he looked unwilling.

"Forget it, let's die, it's good that such a life ends early. ”

With that, Meng Yang closed his eyes and greeted his death.

However, the next moment, he froze in place as if he had been hit hard.

The blue and white pupils showed an incredible look of shock.

The young man's finger poked at him not only did not have any pain, but it was a mysterious comfort.

This feeling is like a cold body bathed in warm sunlight, flowing through the body, sweeping through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the limbs are hundreds.

At the same time, a string of numbers appeared in the pupil of his right eye, a string of numbers that stunned him in disbelief.

Meat pile skill resists an attack, and proficiency is increased by 1.

Current proficiency is 1/10000.

When Meng Yang's brain was blank, he hadn't reacted yet.

The boy's second finger had already poked at him.

The number displayed in the pupil jumps again.

Meat pile skill resists an attack, and proficiency is increased by 1

Current proficiency is 2/10000.