The bald boss laughed maniacally as he drew his sword and fell, slashing off Isa's left arm with a single sword.

The flesh and skin were open, and the blood was dripping, and after the flesh and blood - soft gold bones were exposed, mixed with various red and blue lines, fine steam erupted from the bones, electronic components rattled, and the other arm cut off by the sword twitched repeatedly, and after a while, the voltage was too low to stop.

"You idiot when it's a lady? It's just a robot! ”

Looking at the cold machine in front of him, the shock of that moment, as if the scalp had been torn off by life, Song Ming stared at Isa's still gentle smile, stunned, and the grass stem in his mouth fell from his lips.

But even if he was a mechanic, he would never forget that smile.

It's as if the code is engraved into my mind, and it lingers.

After a while, Song Ming opened his mouth:

"I see...... It turns out that even robots can cultivate martial arts, it seems that the pill is a very important thing, please return my pill to me, is it okay? ”

The bald boss was stunned, and didn't seem to believe his ears:

"You kid—"

Song Ming cut off his words and added:

"By the way, your daily pills from now on will also belong to me...... My name is Songming, please take care of me. ”

The bald boss woke up like a dream, laughed wildly, and the cold light suddenly rose:

"Looking for death?"

Song Ming took out another grass stem from his arms, held it in his mouth, and smiled indifferently:

"You stole my lines."

A cold wind whistled by.

A few crows chirped and rattled to a halt.

The figure of the Three Musketeers was as cold as a sword in the cold wind, and a volcano-like momentum that seemed to swallow heaven and earth erupted in an instant.

The bald boss is categorical, and every word is severe:

"Throughout the ages, throughout the world, you are still the first person to say such a thing to our Redbeard Pirates, no one in heaven or earth can save you!"

Isa, who was hanging from the tree, cried and cried out to this side:

"Run, go to the teacher."

Qi Peng, who was looking at him from a hundred meters away, was like raindrops.

Lu Yan on the side turned around and wanted to leave:

"I can't run anymore, and it looks like my fertilizer is going to increase again, although there is no nutrition."

When he returned to Songming, he saw the bald boss slashing with a sword, and the sword momentum roared, like a tiger descending the mountain.

Song Ming didn't back down, but took a step forward sideways, and before the sword fell, he punched the bald face.

The bald boss fell to the ground.

After a punch, Song Ming did not stop, and when the other two were shocked and were about to draw their swords, one stepped forward, grabbed the two heads with both hands, and smashed them in the middle, knocking the two of them unconscious in an instant.

Within two seconds, three people fell to the ground, and one stood still, saying:

"That's it."

The bald boss couldn't believe what happened in an instant, and it wasn't until Song Ming said this that he woke up suddenly and suddenly got up, after all, he was at the level 7 Dao pressure level, how could he stand such a shameful humiliation:

"Say hello to your uncle! Heaven and earth, throughout the ages, only our Redbeard Pirates have bullied others, and no one has dared to bully us Redbeard, you--are dead. ”

Song Ming followed up with a punch, this punch was slightly heavier than the punch just now, and the angle was more tricky, from top to bottom, directly smashed the bald man's head into the soil, and his body was like autumn leaves, "floating" down with the punch.

"That's it."

The man in red couldn't speak anymore, so he only posed OK with his hands.

This meant that every day in the future, the Redbearded Three Musketeers would contribute their precious elixir to Songming.

Isa, who witnessed the whole process, opened her eyes wide, and immediately returned to her usual gentleness, not caring about the disability on her body at all.

"Are you a prophet?"

"Huh?"

"Are you the one who helped me out of my suffering?"

Song Ming pondered for a moment, and then untied the rattan on Isha's body:

"If you mean double cultivation, yes, I'm more interested in inflatable dolls than in goddesses."

Isha is as gentle as ever:

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

……

100 meters away.

The two who witnessed the whole process.

Lu Yan frowned, as if thoughtful.

Qi Peng was sweating profusely and stammered:

"First, you must ...... Kill this guy or he'll one day get in the way of our plans. ”

"Our plan? But I shared with you the content of the plan, when did it become our plan? No matter what the plan, it has nothing to do with your wastewood, understand? ”

"You-"

"As for this newcomer, the current road pressure is zero, but the strength and speed are very strong, I guess it is a new version of the combat robot, in addition, the Redbeard Pirates are not vegetarians, we will wait and see."

"You'll regret it."

……

After that, things turned out to be unexpectedly calm.

Although the red-bearded three musketeers were angry, they were in a cage, lack of weapons, and low combat effectiveness, so they did not publicize it at this time, hoping that the regiment commander could come to rescue them as soon as possible, and for Song Ming, they hid everywhere, or ate the pill in advance, and finally they were all found by the pair of Songming/Isha double cultivation combination, and were beaten badly, after a long time, the body was crippled, so they had to obediently serve the pill.

This incident did not spread in the death training ground of more than 200 people, and the legendary Teacher Xuan Mei or Doctor Li Yifeng did not show up from beginning to end.

After Isha went to Dr. Li Yifeng alone to pick up her arm, she and Song Ming embarked on a journey of double cultivation together.

They found a secluded place where the grass was knee-deep, faced each other, sat cross-legged, took off each other's shirts, closed their eyes, and pressed their palms against each other, according to the "Force Heart Sutra", they quickly entered a state of meditation and retreat, silently feeling the force of heaven and earth, occasionally taking out the elixir and swallowing it, allowing the vigorous force to circulate and collide in the body.

Close your eyes from time to time and exchange a few words:

"Do we really have to practice in this posture?"

"Are you questioning Jin Yong?"

"Who is Jin Yong?"

"A friend."

Spring goes to autumn, cold and summer in a hurry, what changes is the season, and what does not change is the position.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

The rules of the death training ground are that if a person's road pressure is n(0≤n≤9,n∈Z), his road pressure must be increased by at least one level (n+1) within (n+1) years, for example, Isha with a road pressure of 1 must be upgraded to level 2 within two years, and Songming, who has zero road pressure, must be upgraded to level 1 within one year.

Now, a year has come, and to be specific, 31,536,000 seconds have passed.

Song Ming opened his eyes suddenly, only to see his eyebrows like daisies, starlight in his eyes, his forearm neatly retracted his left palm, raised his left wrist, and at a glance, he looked at the Force Table lightly.

Withered grass stalks fell from his lips, and a terrifying number appeared before his eyes.

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Preview: Chapter 0009, good meat should not be sliced and eaten