Night.

The inner courtyard of Mingjian Villa.

Wu Chong was drinking wine alone under the moon, and a plate of peanuts was placed on the table.

This is the dish he has prepared tonight, and I believe the three stewards should be able to understand the meaning.

panel above.

Wu Chong refreshed the data again and found that the experience value had reached 3200, and if he continued to accumulate at this rate, the so-called foundation building was actually not that far.

Skipping the experience points, Wu Chong looked at the skill column again.

Sword mastery and dragon snatching.

Both of them are still only one level, and if you want to advance to the next level, you should need to go to the foundation building realm. In addition to these two spells, after unlocking a trace of demonic power, Wu Chong pointed out a martial art called 'Thunder Runner', preparing to use it as a foundation to create his third spell.

As an immortal cultivator, even thunder can't control it, and it's a shame to say it.

During this period of time, Wu Chong also found some of his shortcomings. The method of fighting the enemy is too simple, and in the case of not finding the foundation building materials, the experience points are idle and idle, so it is better to find them out and improve their strength.

This 'Thunder Runner' is a martial art that Wu Chong finally found in the previous martial arts, which can be used for magic reform.

"Upgrade."

Taking advantage of the fact that the three of them hadn't come over yet, Wu Chong directly ordered the upgrade.

Level 1... Level 3... Level 20... Level 60 ......

Level 100!

With experience points, Wu Chong was quite bold, and he found that with the improvement of his strength, the consumption of those low-level martial arts experience in the past was actually decreasing.

This 'Thunder Runner' only consumed 1,000 experience points when it reached the limit of 100 levels.

"Next ......"

Wu Chong recalled the experience of sword control, and added some of his own 'design' directions in the process of breaking the limit of Ben Thunder Hand. After the panel refreshed, he clicked on the upgrade again!

Palm Thunder (Level 1)

When he saw the new third skill on the panel, Wu Chong finally put his mind at ease.

The direction is right.

"Master, the three stewards are here."

At this time, the voice of Sword Slave Seventeen came from outside the villa.

Wu Chong closed the panel, knowing that the guests were coming, and the peanuts on the table were in sale.

"Owner."

After the three of them came in, they looked around, and finally their eyes fell on the stone table, and they were stunned when they saw the stack of peanuts on it.

You invite someone to dinner, and you eat this?

"I don't know what the owner of the village called me to wait, what's the matter?"

It's all come to this point, Jiang Xiucai is too lazy to pretend, he is different from the bag shopkeeper, he is obviously about to turn his face, and he still nods and bows his head, who will he deceive? So after glancing at the peanuts on the table, he lost interest in even sitting down.

"I met an interesting story in Ten Thousand Swords City today, and I want to share it with the three of you."

Wu Chong didn't seem to notice the change in Jiang Xiucai's attitude, and said to himself.

"A vegetable farmer named Boss Qiu......"

didn't go into too much detail, just briefly described Boss Qiu and a few splashy things.

It wasn't a big deal, but the three of them were very smart enough to hear what Wu Chong was trying to express.

Propriety!

The owner of the village had told them before that in the future of the Famous Sword Villa, everything must be in accordance with the rules. This is not in line with this person's 'rules' at first glance.

"Is there such a thing? How unreasonable! ”

The shopkeeper made an angry expression and said in a cheerful voice that he would thoroughly investigate the matter after he went back.

Watching the fat man's performance, Wu Chong also smiled.

Commercial firm.

There is no name, but all the people in Ten Thousand Swords City know that the trading house is the territory of the shopkeeper.

Zhao Jianglong is still the same as a splasher, and at this moment he is being taken by the small leader of the commercial house to patrol the surrounding streets. This is the daily work of the firm, and all the people who depend on the business house for survival only know that their boss is the 'big shopkeeper', and they only know the big shopkeeper.

"The land of Wanjian City has to be our final say, what is a mere peasant girl!"

"Haha, but boss, that little leather girl yesterday was really strong! Lao Tzu's waist was almost broken. ”

The pranksters bragged with their little brothers every day.

The peripheral members of their group of 'big shopkeepers' like to bully the weak. There is no good person, and there are basically one or two lives under their hands, and the content they boast about is often the suffering of the people at the bottom.

"Zhao Water Snake, why are you in a daze?"

As he was walking, a few people in front of him suddenly found that Zhao Jianglong had stopped, and he was looking at a note in his hand that came from nowhere.

"It's almost time."

Putting down the note, Zhao Jianglong took out a dagger from his arms. The first few splashes who watched this scene felt furious in their hearts, and the 'boss' felt that something was wrong, but his identity as the leader made him scold him as before.

"Zhao Water Snake, you're crazy, hurry up and put away the dagger."

Zhao Jianglong's identity is just a low-level splash, and he is usually squeezed in the splashing circle.

With identity and status, the high-risk task of keeping an eye on the new owner cannot be assigned.

Zhao Jianglong grinned, and his figure disappeared like a ghost.

Not good!

A few splashes reacted instantly and wanted to resist.

But in the next moment, I only felt a cold neck, and I lost consciousness, and the image in my eyes was spinning, and the headless corpse stood behind me......

The person who received the information, Pi Zhao Jianglong, easily solved the splashes of these street patrols.

With the strength of a level 110 human skin, killing these street patrol skins is as easy as stepping on ants. After killing this group of people, Zhao Jianglong changed a few more positions and killed all the remaining points.

The location was easy to find.

When he sent out the task, he was still 'Zhao Jianglong'.

After killing the people on the periphery, Zhao Jianglong infiltrated the business house like a ghost.

"What? Contact has been lost on the other side of the crockpot village. ”

As soon as he sneaked in, Zhao Jianglong heard an angry voice coming from inside.

The voice he remembered.

He is the deputy of the 'big shopkeeper', and the people in the firm call him the little shopkeeper, and when the shopkeeper is not there, he is responsible for the affairs of the firm.

But what kind of place is this crockpot village?

Never mind.

Zhao Jianglong didn't bother to listen, just kill all of them and then look for them slowly.

"Who?"

Someone heard the movement, but it was too late.

The ghost light flashed, and another head flew out.

After killing people, Zhao Jianglong's surface human skin was twisted, and it quickly wrapped the new corpse like a liquid, but his identity was refreshed again in the blink of an eye.

The slain guards stood up again.

In the process, he did not forget to pick up the head that had just been cut off by him and put it back on his neck.

The little shopkeeper who saw this scene all the way was furious.

"What kind of youkai are you!"

This kind of method of killing people and changing their skins is simply unheard of.

"Little shopkeeper, I'm your guard." Human skin grinned, and the frightened little shopkeeper with the familiar face fell to the ground, tearing his throat and shouting loudly.

"Someone! Someone!! ”