The prompt of the system made Meng Xie a little puzzled, and then he gave up, it seems that it is impossible to open three applications at the same time.

Anyway, he can't use iQiyi now, so he doesn't have to worry about seeing more functions, and he must have a lot of points, but he gets angry when he sees it.

Turning his gaze back to the three Cold Cloud Grass on the ground, Meng Xie called up the picture of the Cold Cloud Grass in the Gaode map.

At the bottom of the picture, a detailed description also appeared.

"Cold Cloud Grass, cold attribute herbs, combined with hot springs, can improve the cultivation of fifth-level warrior stage cultivators, each person can only use it once in their lifetime, and the method is as follows......"

According to the above method, Meng Xie stripped off his clothes and slowly soaked his body in the hot spring.

The hot spring of about seventy degrees instantly made Meng Xie's skin turn red, and bursts of heart-piercing burning heat stimulated his pain nerves from all parts of his body.

Holding back the pain, Meng Xie suddenly stuffed a cold cloud grass into his mouth and swallowed it mixed with saliva.

In an instant, a cool breath went straight from his throat to the dantian, making the pain on his body a little less.

Then, a gentle stream of heat gushed out from the dantian and slowly swam along Meng Xie's meridians.

The heat flow was blue, like a boiling river rushing into a dry river, quickly filling every crevice of the body, slowly penetrating everywhere, and the blood, muscles, and nerves turned blue everywhere.

The body is also like a sponge, quickly absorbing the blue, turning it into a part of itself, and becoming more powerful in the process of continuous decomposition and fusion.

Meng Xie also slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and the blue mist erupted along his nostrils, like a dragon, and the blue dragon was swallowed by him again.

That's it, exhale, swallow.

The Moon Turns to the Stars......

Under the cover of night, he incarnated as the king of the night, devouring all the aura of heaven and earth that could be cultivated around him.

When Meng Xie opened his eyes again, it was another sunny morning.

The night passed, and Meng Xie's body was still soaking in the hot spring.

The pain of yesterday is gone, replaced by a very refreshing feeling.

Carefully wiping his body, Meng Xie walked out of the hot spring, just picked up his clothes, but found that his body had become very different from before.

The excess fat on the body before has disappeared, and the angular curves and muscles full of strength appear in front of him.

"This handsome guy is me??" Meng Xie turned to the hot spring with a mirror-like surface, and did a few standard movements of a bodybuilder on earth, and sure enough, it was very beautiful.

At the same time, he also felt that his body was as strong as an ox, and he won wrestling with the violent bear.

After a while, Meng Xie leisurely dressed and walked to a big tree with a bowl thickness, his expression gradually converged, his eyes looked directly at the trunk, and he held his breath.

Slowly mobilizing the Xuan Qi in his body, he felt a trickle of water gushing out of the dantian, coming straight to his right hand along the meridians.

The stream continued to converge along the way, and at last it became a river that wanted to rush into the sea, gushing out from his right hand.

Meng Xie threw a punch violently, and a faint white air flow wrapped around the fist, slamming it into the trunk of the tree.

The tree shuddered, and leaves and dust fell in a puff.

Then, only a click was heard, and the trunk of the thick bowl snapped.

The trunk of the tree slammed into the ground, and there was a loud and dull thud.

Meng Xie was dumbfounded for a moment, and quickly walked to the trunk of the tree, and found that a two-inch-deep fist mark appeared on the part where the fist hit just now.

"That's about six hundred pounds. ”

Meng Xie muttered to himself, remembering that when the little fat dun next door showed off in front of him, the strength of almost six hundred catties was this effect, and he remembered that at that time, the little fat dun was already a third-grade warrior.

Could it be that he is already a three-rank samurai?

I remember that when I was cultivating before, the sect leader once showed him a copy of "Chronicles of the Southern Regions". As mentioned above, the strength of a first-rank samurai is about three hundred catties, which is equivalent to two adult strong men, a second-rank samurai is four hundred and fifty catties, and a third-rank samurai is six hundred catties.

As long as you become a first-rank samurai, you can become a head of some big families, or run errands in a dart game, or become a post man like him.

And the second-rank samurai can become a small leader, and after a year, not only do they not have to worry about eating and drinking, but they also have a large amount of money to receive.

As for the Sanpin samurai, there are more choices, the best of which is to join the army, become a soldier who fights bravely to kill the enemy, if you accumulate a lot of combat merits, you can exchange cultivation cheats and elixirs, if you are lucky, you may become the general's personal soldier, become the general's disciple.

Thinking of all the benefits, Meng Xie looked at the clear blue sky with his eyes, and a young eagle was spreading its wings and soaring.

All along, his heart wants to fly higher, see farther, and enjoy the happiness of reaching out to touch the blue sky and white clouds.

And now the mobile phone APP system has given him the sky to realize his dreams!

Putting away his thoughts, Meng Xie, who was in a good mood, packed up his things, then untied the reins of the cloud-stepping horse and went down the mountain.

Maybe it was because of the relationship that was in a good mood, Meng Xie, who had been promoted by cultivation, ran for another morning, and finally came to the military camp in Qingyang Town in the afternoon.

The military camp in the distance was clearly visible, but what brought Meng Xie was still full of shock.

The tents that were connected together, the earth-shattering screams, and the soldiers who kept moving around, made Meng Xie involuntarily feel a sense of tension.

When he was still about fifteen zhang away from the gate of the barracks, Meng Xie stopped stepping on the cloud horse, turned over and jumped down.

"Who is coming, why is it trespassing on the barracks? ”

The two soldiers guarding the door, seeing Meng Xie's actions, opened their mouths to ask loudly, and at the same time showed the weapons in their hands.

"I am a postman from the Jiangzhou branch of Tongyuan Station, Meng Xie, and I came to deliver some letters and goods. Meng Xie replied loudly, and at the same time, his eyes swept to the unicorn on the chest of the soldier's uniform.

The soldiers wore brown-red uniforms embroidered with a lifelike unicorn embroidered with teeth and claws on special copper thread.

The unicorn has a total of nine scales, three of which are covered with a dull yellow, and the rest are empty.

Before setting off from Jiangzhou, Meng Xie had also heard some news about the Qilin Army in Qingyang Town.

The bronze unicorn represents the realm of the samurai, and there are nine scales on its body, and three scales are covered with copper wires, indicating that this soldier is a third-rank samurai.

Two soldiers trotted all the way to the front, one of them holding his weapon and keeping a cautious eye on Meng Xie, while the other stepped forward vigilantly.

"Little brother, don't blame, during the war, the vigilance is much stricter than before. ”

The soldier who stepped forward motioned for Meng Xie to dismount and inspect his belongings.

Meng Xie turned over and dismounted very cooperatively, and said with a smile: "Where to say, it should be, it is an extraordinary period, and it is treated very much." ”

Taking out the token he was carrying, Meng Xie smiled and handed it to the soldier who stepped forward.

The token is three fingers wide, about half a foot long, carved with a pattern, the front of the wooden plaque is a "post" word, the back is two lines of words "beacon fire even for three months, the family letter is worth 10,000 gold." ”

The whole token is made of pear wood, which has a refreshing effect and is very easy to carry.

The soldier looked at the token, as well as some special patterns on it that could not be imitated, nodded slightly, and checked the storage ring sent by Meng Xie again, everything was correct, and then he glanced at the soldier on guard next to him.

The other soldier nodded, put away his weapon, and smiled softly.

Under the leadership of the soldiers, Meng Xie walked into the barracks, and the murderous aura that came to his face made his body suddenly excited.

Large and small tents are connected together, and you can't see the edge at a glance, and the central position is the cyan Chinese army tent.

On the left side of the big tent door, a military flag was erected, and the red flag was embroidered with an ink unicorn with teeth and claws.

Further ahead was a sand field about the size of two football fields, hundreds of soldiers practiced in unison, and the sound waves formed by the deafening shouts made Meng Xie feel a sense of evil.

Meng Xie, who had been here twice before, didn't feel anything yet, but after his cultivation was improved, Meng Xie's sense of various auras became more acute.

"It's amazing, it's uniform, it's like one person. ”

At the front of the queue, there were three people wearing silver armor and silver armor, and their every move had a faint feeling of blending into the heavens and the earth.

Although I don't know what exercises these people practice, it is certain that all three of them are masters of the martial arts realm.

Behind the three stood ten men in blue military uniforms, of different ages, with shiny eyes, and the unicorns on each of their chests were covered in silver.

These ten people have loud voices, and when they move, they tremble violently, and there will be white mist circulating between their mouths and noses.

It seems that the cultivation of these ten people should be the absolute learning in the army.

Then it is not surprising that these ten people should all be petty officers such as small leaders, and the army stipulates that only people at the level of small leaders and above can cultivate the "Mangniu Self-cultivation Decision".

As for the back, all of them were ordinary soldiers, hundreds of people stood in the dark, and the lowest of them were third-rank samurai, sixth-grade and seventh-rank, and even more abounded.

Meng Xie whispered praise to the soldier who was leading the way in front of him.

"That's it, our Qilin Army, but General Tuoba is leading the strongest army in the Chu State. ”

The soldier glanced back at Meng Xie and smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, and accepted Meng Xie's praise calmly, as if all this was taken for granted.

"General Tuoba?" Meng Xie muttered strangely.

The soldier nodded, paused deliberately, and walked side by side with Meng Xie.

"That's right, Tuoba Hong, General Tuoba, the chief disciple of the king of Chu today, the true inheritance of the prince, the general of the 30,000 Qilin Army, responsible for guarding the frontier. ”

General Tuoba seemed to be the divine residence in the hearts of the soldiers, opened the conversation box, and told a lot of anecdotes about General Tuoba, which made Meng Xie also fascinated by it.

Before they knew it, the two men had come to a tent, and the soldiers were still talking.

"Let me tell you, General Tuoba is the soul of the Qilin Army, the master here, every soldier is willing to sacrifice his life for the general, the general's order, it is a volcanic oil pot, and we will not frown. ”

Speaking of this, the soldier's expression was very serious, and it seemed that the general had asked him to rush into the enemy camp now, and he also rushed forward without any ambiguity.

It seems that this Tuoba general has led the troops well, and he is really a good general, so it would be good to have a chance to see it.

Meng Xie also began to yearn to meet the general in his heart, but he knew that it was impossible.

"Little Liuzi, don't talk in the vernacular, are you talking about the general's great achievements again?"