"Murder and arson, gold belts, roads and bridges, and no corpses. ”

When I woke up, it was like a world away.

Liu Chang woke up slowly, looked at the materials stacked like a hill in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

In today's troubled times, there are fires everywhere, and the people are struggling to make a living.

The rules of order are all destroyed, only violence prevails, the good do not live long, and the wicked live a prosperous life.

After Liu changed his thunderous means to kill the bandits, the seized materials were very rich, including ten war horses, three armors, seven strong bows, and thirteen pots of feather arrows......

These are just ordinary, and the really precious ones are those pills that assist in martial arts cultivation.

How precious are these materials?

Ordinary people may not be able to own anything in their lifetime.

Liu Chang was also poor and white before, but after killing those evil bandits, he became rich in an instant.

He flipped his palm, and there was a small gourd in his palm, and there was faint blood emitting from the mouth of the pot.

"This blood pill is a forbidden medicine that stimulates the potential of the human body, and it cannot be taken lightly unless it is absolutely necessary. ”

Liu became secretly frightened, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat again.

Although this forbidden drug can greatly enhance one's combat power during battle, it comes at the cost of one's own vitality.

If you take it without moderation, it is easy to make your own qi and blood empty, and finally vomit blood and forget.

Liu Bian had already experienced a fight, was severely injured, and his body was weak, and now he couldn't afford such a tiger and wolf medicine at all.

He carefully put it away, and found fourteen more vials.

Each vial is heavily wrapped in linen cloth and stitched so tightly that it does not smell the slightest.

Obviously, these are some extremely precious things that will be carefully preserved.

Liu Bian tore a gap slightly, and a faint fragrance came to his nose, which made people feel shocked.

"Good elixir!" Liu became secretly happy and carefully put it away.

This is a precious thing that can really assist in the cultivation of martial arts, and it has the miraculous effect of consolidating the foundation and strengthening the foundation.

These bandits all come from the army, but what can they learn as good kung fu as a big soldier?

Judging from the boxing techniques they showed before, if the subtlety of the moves is far less than the Songhe Wanshou Fist.

But three of them successfully broke through to the warrior realm, perhaps relying on the effect of this elixir.

Liu Bian observed repeatedly, and suddenly saw the three small characters of Pei Yuandan at the bottom of the bottle.

These Pei Yuan Dan Martial Arts Realm bandits have one bottle per person, a total of seven people, two warrior realm bandits have two bottles each, and the bandit leader has three bottles alone, a total of fourteen bottles, no more, no less.

"With the help of this Pei Yuan Dan, I may be able to quickly return to my full state!" Liu Bian's frowning brows stretched slightly.

After a previous battle, he was outnumbered and single-handedly killed ten bandits, but he also suffered heavy losses.

After leaving the village that had been reduced to ashes, he hurriedly found a safe cave and passed out.

This sleep is two days and three nights.

At the moment, his body is still weakened to the extreme.

"Name: Liu Bian

Age: 14

Identity: Abolished Emperor

Cultivation: Scribe (Immortal Dao), Martial Arts (Martial Arts)

Physique: 32 (87)

Spirit: 56 (128)

Brawn: 63 (102)

(The host is in a weakened state, with injuries to the left arm, chest, and lungs...... ）

”

As soon as Liu Bian's mind moved, the Heavenly Dao Brain spontaneously scanned and analyzed, and soon came up with the latest results.

The three attributes of the attribute table: physique, divine soul, and force are greatly reduced.

In front of him was a three-dimensional humanoid image, identical to himself, with red dots all over the place.

There were serious injuries everywhere, especially the bones of the left arm, which were shocking.

As long as Liu Bian moved slightly, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, and his face was distorted.

It is imperative that the injury recover as soon as possible.

In troubled times, if you don't have the strength to stand by your side, it is difficult to move an inch.

These eighteen princes are scattered all over Kyushu, and it will take time to get to this Hanoi.

He must return to his prime, and even get a glimpse of the higher realms before that.

This is not delusional.

Martial arts is the art of killing, and you can't practice superior kung fu if you blindly practice hard work.

After experiencing this tempering, Liu Bian faintly felt that his spirit and spirit were condensed into one, and his control over himself had reached a higher level, and once he recovered and broke through to become a warrior, it was not a delusion.

"Pei Yuandan!" Time is not waiting, Liu Bian did not delay at all, corrected his left arm, put on a pine shelf to welcome guests, and slowly turned his own qi and blood.

The breath turned into a stream of heat, flowing through the wounds, and the blockage of the blood was forcibly broken, and there was another sharp pain.

Liu Bian's body trembled slightly, and he held back, and the cold sweat on his forehead was as big as a copper bean, falling drop by drop.

But as the severe pain passed, where the qi and blood flowed, the wound was itchy for a while, like an ant crawling.

It's a sign that the wound is healing and regrowing body tissue, but at a very slow pace.

The path of martial arts lies in refining and refining qi and tempering oneself.

If there is not enough blood essence, there is no way to strengthen the body.

"Pei Yuan Dan!" Liu Bian poured out a pill from the vial, and the smell was strange.

As soon as the pill was entered, it immediately turned into a stream of heat and entered the body, and in the eight veins of the twelve meridians and strange meridians, every part of the body was constantly running.

He hurriedly refined the medicinal power, replenished his qi and blood, and his whole body suddenly became hot, as if he had been roasted in a fire.

There is a great medicine for cultivation!

Liu Bian's bones creaked, his muscles and bones roared in unison, and all the muscles in his body bulged, with sharp edges and corners, like a hard piece of iron that was difficult to shake, and some kind of qualitative change occurred.

This cultivation is a full three days.

In addition to daily rest, Liu Bian practiced hard, taking one pill a day, and his injuries recovered quickly.

As the saying goes, if you don't break it, you don't stand it, and then you stand after it's broken.

After his body recovered, his muscles and bones became stronger than before, and he could feel the amazing changes in his body every day.

He was vaguely aware that if he completely recovered, he would also undergo a qualitative change.

In the blink of an eye, it's ten days later!

When Liu changed his luck, his qi and blood were concentrated in his muscles, and he suddenly appeared a black and brown color, like pig iron.

"Healed from his injuries, refining flesh like iron!" his eyes opened, as if a thunderbolt flashed in the air.

Crunch!

He stretched and stretched, his muscles creaking, and his skin rippled like waves.

The force is transmitted heavily, and it moves with the thought.

It's a novel feeling, as if all the muscles are under control, and the whole body is condensed and consistent, and every detail is missing.

A faint joy rose in Liu Bian's heart, knowing that he had reached the extreme of martial arts, refining meat like iron.

But he wasn't satisfied.

"Break through the samurai, when will it be?" Liu Bian's heart rose with a generous aura, agitated his qi and blood, and rushed away.