"Huh, Mr. Curry, you're up so early!"

In the early morning, before the sun rose, the sky had just turned white, and the two mercenaries who got up early to patrol looked at Ke Rui, who was slowly playing a set of simple boxing techniques not far from the old land Xinglong, and greeted him with a smile.

Curry stopped, shook his head and smiled, pointed to the edge of the camp to the west, and said, "Isn't there an earlier one?" ”

Looking in the direction that Curry was pointing, he saw that Sith was practicing his sword on an open grass, and it was that sword that he was turning over and over, as if he was practicing some very difficult sword moves.

"Of course, Miss is very hardworking. ”

The two mercenaries sighed, of course they knew what Sith was doing. The danger of the night before was a warning to all mercenaries, and the feeling of imminent death was not liked even though they had experienced it many times. And if you want to avoid something like this from happening again, there is no other way but to become stronger!

After the two mercenaries left, Curry glanced at Sisi, who was practicing swordsmanship hard, his eyes moved, and he turned around and continued to play his simple boxing technique.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Ke Rui's boxing method is simple, it seems that there are only four moves in total, and the amplitude is not large, and there is no difficulty, it is just like the health boxing played by the old people in the town in the morning. Shot out by Curry's hand, combined with the calm expression on his face, the slow and leisurely movements really seemed to be an old man moving his muscles and bones. By the way, Curry doesn't wear a cloak when he boxes in the morning.

But why do you always say "as if"?

If you keep staring at Ke Rui playing this set of punches, you will find that although Ke Rui has been repeating the same four moves, there are always some changes in the subtleties after each reincarnation, although these changes are not noticeable, but they subtly change the overall feeling of the whole set of boxing This reincarnation gives people, so that each repetition will appear to be the same, but in fact it is completely different.

If you are a real strong person here, you will be surprised to find that although Ke Rui's simple boxing technique seems to be nothing special, there is a sense of death between the four alternate styles, although this meaning of death is extremely light, but it is very pure, and as Ke Rui beats down over and over again, it is still increasing in an imperceptible range!

And for Ke Rui, every time he fights this nameless ancient boxing, he is enjoying the feeling of life. In fact, Ke Rui doesn't know anything about the origin and real situation of this ancient boxing, he has learned this set of boxing techniques under the guidance of his father since he was a child. According to his father, this was recorded on a map he found by chance in a dilapidated old book when he was young, and he asked Curry to insist on practicing every day for only one reason, and that was to maintain health.

And Ke Rui, who originally practiced every day just because he had formed a habit, suddenly insisted on practicing more diligently after discovering another effect of this boxing method, and this "other effect", to put it bluntly, is actually "health preservation".

However, this "health" is not the other "health". If you want to explain it clearly, you have to start with the necromancy that Curry has cultivated.

As we all know, the impression that necromancers leave on the continent is nothing more than "scarce numbers", "great power", "strange magic" and "short lifespan". There are basically two reasons for the scarcity of necromancers, one is that the cultivation conditions are too harsh, the threshold is too high, and the number of people who can cultivate necromancer magic is too small, and the other is that they are short-lived.

Those who practice necromancy will either step into the holy level and reach the realm of near-immortality, or they will have a short life, and their bodies in their thirties and forties will age like centenarians.

And the reason for this situation is related to the peculiarity of necromancy.

Necromancers will always contaminate their souls with indelible dead qi through various ways because of their cultivation of undead magic, such as Ke Rui, just because he entered the undead realm once, his soul was contaminated with a large amount of dead qi. These dead qi have no effect on the necromancer's soul, but they can be extremely harmful to the body. Death breath penetrates the body through the soul for a long time, resulting in the shortest life span of any class and race.

Ke Rui also had a headache after cultivating necromancer, until one day, when he played this nameless ancient fist that he had fought countless times in the early morning as usual, he was surprised to find that the dead qi that overflowed into his body was actually slowly dissipated with his movements!

At the beginning, after repeatedly confirming that this was not a dream, Curry almost had the urge to hug his father and kiss them.

In addition, I don't know if it's Ke Rui's delusion, as he has been practicing this set of boxing techniques for a long time, his comprehension of undead magic seems to be becoming easier and easier, and what he used to think was difficult now doesn't seem too difficult, and he can step into the realm of the necromancer at the age of twenty-five, which has a lot to do with it.

Suddenly, Curry stopped his movements and looked left and right with some confusion. Just now, he suddenly had a feeling that he was being stared at by someone, although it didn't make sense, but he rarely made mistakes with this kind of feeling.

"Who is it?"

With a slight vigilance, Curry continued his morning exercise.

What he didn't notice was that in the few employer-specific carriages not far away, a deep gaze silently flashed between the windows of one of them.

......

Here, Curry and his party were living their ordinary morning, and in a hall in the mercenary alliance not too far from them, located in some unknown dark corner, more than a dozen figures shrouded in darkness were sitting around a large rectangular conference table, as if they were going to discuss something very important. However, the atmosphere of the scene was very strange, there was no sound in the oppression, and the silence was like a tomb.

It wasn't until the door, which was a few people tall, was creaked open from the outside, that the dead silence was finally broken.

An old man with gray hair but full of energy walked quickly into the hall with a somewhat worn old book. After he stood still from the first place, he raised his head and looked around at everyone present, and suddenly let out a creepy hehey laugh:

"That's good, everybody's here. ”

The laughter of the old man in the silent hall echoed piercingly, and a somewhat muffled voice at the dark conference table below finally couldn't help but sound first:

"What happened. ”

As this question was asked, all the dark eyes in the hall looked at the old man. The old man touched his beard and continued to smile, laughing at everyone present for a while.

"What is the result, don't you have a bottom in your hearts?"

As soon as the old man said this, there was silence in the hall again.

"Even if he is the son of Sardimins, he can't get the chairmanship so easily!"

After a long time, a somewhat hoarse voice sounded, and at the same time, it also spoke the common thoughts of everyone present.

"Well said!" the old man clapped his hands in agreement when he heard this, and then he flipped through the book in his hand and looked up at everyone: "Everyone, even if I don't say it, you should know our rules, he can be elected president, but it will never be because he is the son of the previous president!" Closing the book, the old man put his hand on the table, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool: "There are three reasons for his election. ”

"First, he was the youngest of the one hundred and seventy-three teenagers who went to the Scandt Demon Sea for trials that year. ”

The crowd did not speak, for they knew that this alone was not enough.

"Second, he was the most amazing one among the one hundred and seventy-three teenagers who went to the Scant's Demon Sea to try out that year!"

The old man paused, looked at the fingers of some people present trembled slightly, and smiled.

"Third, he is the only one alive among the one hundred and seventy-three teenagers who went to the Scandter Demon Sea for trials that year!"

After speaking, the old man didn't care how drastic the impact of his words added up, he picked up the book by himself, looked at the people present who were breathing a little unsteadily, and his face suddenly became expressionless:

"Actually, the worship hall and the wolf group have already made the final decision, you elders, I just came here to inform you. Whatever your opinions, it won't have an impact on the outcome. ”

Touching his beard, the old man knew how ugly the faces of these people here were even if he didn't use his eyes. Without saying a word, he walked to the door of the hall, and as he reached the door, he suddenly turned back as if he remembered something, and said:

"By the way, let me tell you, according to the meaning of the four ancestors, the command of the wolf group has been transferred from me and boyar to the hands of the new president, and now, except for the president who has direct command over the wolf group, the wolf group does not obey anyone's orders. ”

After a pause, the old man showed a strange smile again: "The Great Elder can't either. ”

"Bang!"

After the old man left, there was a bang in the hall where the dead silence had been restored, and an elder sitting in the front row actually smashed the corner of the table!

"The Great Elder doesn't want this little guy to be in power. ”

After a long silence, a deep voice rang out in the dark hall.

"He's the only one of the Scandt Sea Trialists to come back alive, and if he is allowed to grow, the consequences will be dire. ”

"Now he is extremely terrifying, not only has he controlled the wolf group and the two scattered kings, but listening to what Shoreham meant just now, even the four ancestors have been involved, we want to eat him, I'm afraid we will knock out a mouth full of teeth. ”

"Even if we don't help that kid this time, I'm afraid they won't come to help us, and the worship hall has always ignored the infighting. ”

"I didn't expect this kid to reach the current level, now we can only wait for the Great Elder to come out of the customs before making a decision, there is a group of wolves and two scattered kings, we can't move a single hair of that kid at all. ”

The dark temple slowly returned to a gravely silence again.