An hour later, Yi Tian was like a lightning strike, his whole body trembled for a while, and the blood scabs on it began to crack layer by layer, revealing the white skin inside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although on the surface, it seems that there is no change from before, but in Yi Tian's heart, he understands how tough his skin is at this time?

"Here comes the knife!"

Hearing Yi Tian's order, the guards on the side did not dare to slack off, and immediately pulled out the saber at his waist and respectfully presented it to him with both hands.

Yi Tian grabbed it in his hand and looked at it, it was just an ordinary saber, but it was understandable, although the guards were all martial arts masters, but not everyone could have divine weapons, even the most ordinary low-grade divine soldiers.

However, what he wanted was such a knife, Yi Tian nodded with satisfaction, and he raised the knife and slashed it on his arm.

But the strange thing is that it is like splitting on a stone, and the blade cannot pierce the skin at all, leaving only a white mark on the skin.

"Good!"

Yi Tian couldn't help but say good, but it wasn't that this knife was good, but that his skin was no longer afraid of swords, and his skin was like petrification, which represented that the third layer of molting and shedding his shell had been cultivated.

At this time, it was already sunset, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the smoke curled into the sky.

Obviously, this is the time of dinner, when the people of the city receive alms, and all the houses have rice in the pot, and they are busy cooking at this time, and this kind of smoky appearance is an extremely rare sight in these days.

I have to say that although Meng Qingyuan is a Sima in the Ministry of Rites, his work ability is very strong, and he doesn't know if the work of this department is good or not, but the work of the household department is completely competent, and in a short period of time, the people are all on the stove normally.

As long as the food can be eaten, for the people, there should be no problem with the people's hearts, and Yi Tian couldn't help but feel quite pleased.

However, when he remembered to eat, there was a 'grunt' sound in his stomach, and he remembered that he had not eaten his lunch, and of course his belly protested.

The guards on the side hurriedly suggested that it was time for the young city lord to eat, and it was not too late to fill his stomach and practice again.

Of course, Yi Tian nodded again and again, not to mention that he couldn't hold it anymore, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have blood volume or vitality, fortunately, he still has some blood pills and Huiyuan pills, but he is hungry but there is no way, and there is no Bigu Dan in his backpack.

Speaking of dinner, although Yi Tian is the young city lord and the leader of Wuji City, the food standard is very simple.

There are no big fish and meat, and there are no green vegetables and radishes, but it is just a bowl of porridge, not even a single pickle.

However, this is the porridge made of the spirit valley, the vitality contained in it, can nourish the body of the martial artist, if you do not eat the spirit valley for a long time, all the functions of the body will cringe, and the serious ones will starve to death, of course, you can also eat the flesh and blood of the spirit beast, but that thing is even more rare.

To put it simply, if a martial artist only eats ordinary grain and does not eat Linggu, it is no different from just eating without salt, even if he swallows the Yuan Stone raw, it is useless, and he can't make up for it at all.

In this spiritual valley, if you don't eat for a meal, you will be hungry and panic, and if you don't eat for five days, your cultivation will stagnate for five days, and if you don't eat for more than half a month, your cultivation will regress, and you will be hungry until your vitality is exhausted, and you will become an ordinary person who has not cultivated.

In the City Lord's Mansion, the one who made this bowl of porridge for Yi Tian was the head soldier of the Shenwu Army, temporarily helping in the mansion.

After all, a few days ago, the maids and miscellaneous servants and other staff of the City Lord's Mansion ran out of steam, and now they have no face even if they want to come back, so they can only temporarily transfer a few logistics soldiers in the barracks.

This firehead soldier used to make a big pot of rice, but now he suddenly changed it to a small stove, of course, he can't adapt to it, and the taste of this bowl of porridge is not very good.

Therefore, after eating this bowl of porridge, Yi Tian didn't taste anything, but his stomach didn't feel hungry.

"Damn, when Lao Tzu is free, he must improve the food first. ”

Yi Tian scolded in his heart, and then began to continue practicing, molting and shedding his shell has already reached the critical point, if he wants to strike while the iron is hot in one go, he is not ready to stop there.

There are only four layers in total, and the most important thing is that there are two layers of molting and shelling.

The spirit snake molted its skin, its skin was like petrification, and it was not afraid of ordinary swords, Yi Tian had completely practiced.

And next, it is the golden cicada to shed its shell, molt and shed its shell to determine the last layer of exercises, and it is also the threshold to step into the fifth layer of the Yuan body.

Yi Tian roared, and suddenly with one foot as the axis, his whole body spun like a spinning top, just like a Tuxing Sun who could drill into the ground, and actually drilled into the ground.

Fortunately, this back garden is full of dirt floors, otherwise if there are stones underneath, Yi Tian wouldn't want to drill down easily.

It was as if it had been buried alive, and the guards looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

But fortunately, they can all understand that the young city lord suddenly burrowed into the ground, not for fun, but for cultivation, and what he practiced was the golden cicada shelling in the molting and shelling decision.

The ancients had clouds, and the cicadas were silent in the ground for 17 years before they were able to break through the ground, and finally shed their shells and sang in the morning sun.

The golden cicada sheds its shell, that is, it lurks in the ground like a cicada, in addition to retaining the touch of the skin, completely enclosing all the other senses, at this time the skin feeling is the most keen, and cultivation is naturally twice the result with half the effort.

However, even the cicadas have to be silent for seven years, so that they can be a blockbuster, and ordinary martial artists have to plan to be buried alive for a long time if they practice this method, which is not pleasant.

The guards looked at each other, the young city lord didn't want to die when he cultivated, they all saw it with their own eyes just now, if this was drilled underground, once he cultivated and forgot about it, he didn't know when he would come out?

However, they are also helpless, who let such a master stand up, they can only stay here.

Soon, the setting sun fell on the mountains, and the night fell like a tide, and at the same time as the darkness fell between heaven and earth, a waning moon hung its fingers and sprinkled the cold light on the earth.

The guards were fierce, and their solemn expressions were like a clay statue, and no one dared to move rashly, as if they were afraid of disturbing the cultivation of the young city lord.

On the ground, the sound of a falling needle could be heard, but even under their feet, it was also a dead silence.

Yi Tian was completely immersed in cultivation, the fourth layer of the molting and shelling technique, he was very smooth at the beginning of his cultivation, but soon he felt uncomfortable, and the skin membrane felt numb and itchy, like thousands of ants were biting.

That uncomfortable feeling made Yi Tian almost want to shout, but when he was underground, he couldn't open his mouth at all, he could only bite his teeth tightly, and the roots of his teeth were almost oozing blood.

However, Yi Tian didn't know that just when he was burrowing under the ground and turned into a latent golden cicada, in front of the walls of Wuji City, there was a crisis coming.

Although it was night, on the walls of Wuji City, it was brightly lit, and it was a hot scene, as if it had become the most lively place in Wuji City.

Here, at this time, there are thousands of women and children, some pushing stones, some sawing wood, and some building walls, although they seem busy, but they are in good order, and they are obviously building the walls.

If Yi Tian is here, with his data gaze, it must be found that the city defense value is slowly improving, and the increase in data is visible to the naked eye.

However, under the protracted war, the city wall is already full of holes, and the degree of damage is unbearable to look at, like a dangerous building that is about to collapse, not to mention used to defend the city, even if it is a violent storm, it may collapse.

Therefore, the construction of the city wall is huge, but it is not comparable to the construction of a granary, and the labor required is naturally needless to say, Yi Tian of course took this into account, when he allocated materials to the Ministry of Industry, not only materials such as Kunshi Jianmu, but of course some gold and silver.

As long as you have money, you can make ghosts grind and hire some people to build city walls, naturally there is nothing, of course, the most important thing is the blessing of the formation, which is to be completed by the formation mage of the Ministry of Works.

However, because of the enormity of the project, it was like tearing down and rebuilding, and these women and children had to work for six or seven days, even if they did not sleep.

In this way, the city wall, before the repair is completed, is naturally extremely dangerous, and the city defense task does not dare to be neglected in the slightest, especially at night, it is stationed to defend with heavy troops.

This night, Tie Shoushan was in charge of the city defense, and he led 8,000 soldiers to garrison the city wall, including 500 Shenwu troops.

In the first half of the night, the moonlight was relatively bright, the breeze was blowing, the people were full of energy, the soldiers were also in good spirits, and there was nothing to do.

In the second half of the night, suddenly a strong wind blew inexplicably, the dark clouds in the sky were filled, the bright moon was blocked tightly, the sky quickly dimmed, and the distant scene was blurred and hazy.

At this time, the women and children also began to be sleepy, even if the overseer urged them, they could not lift their spirits, and some even fell asleep, not working hard for a little silver.

The soldiers also felt that their eyelids were a little heavy, and a wave of tiredness hit them, and their spirits had already been exhausted under the long-term tension of defending the city for two months.

However, in such a situation, there are two people who seem to be tireless, one is Sima Wan Cangsong of the Ministry of Works, and the other is Tie Shoushan, the captain of the trap battalion.

At this moment, suddenly at the dark end of the city wall, there was the roar of horses' hooves on the ground, which was so clearly audible in the silent darkness.

Tie Shoushan's expression couldn't help but change greatly, he listened attentively, but the sound he heard was even louder, and the speed was simply unspeakable.

"Boom"

The horse's hooves seemed to land at the same time, and the sound was uniform, and the terrifying momentum was like a river bursting its banks, and the rolling torrent swept in.

Obviously, this is a well-trained cavalry, and they rushed to Wuji City at night, and there must be nothing good for them.

Tie Shoushan's face was ugly, and his heart also fell to the bottom!