In a damp and gloomy house, on a bed, a young man was shirtless, carefully applying potion to the boy lying on the bed.

The back of the young man who applied the potion was full of scars, red and swollen, and it looked painful, but the young man seemed to have long been used to it, and he was indifferent, still doing his own thing.

The boy let out a breath.

"Xiaoluo, are you right or wrong that you said we came to this Seven Xuanmen? Before I came, there was a life without a meal, but when I came here, I was beaten every day, and I couldn't see a way out at all, I heard that Da Zhuang yesterday... He's dead. ”

He had the potion on his hand and rubbed it gently against the wound of the boy on the bed.

"There is no way out to be a beggar, in the Seven Xuanmen, work hard to cultivate, and there is a future."

The boy on the bed said flatly.

He was also covered in wounds, one after another.

The domedicated teenager sighed and didn't speak.

After a while, he stopped.

"Xiaoluo, the medicine is finished, I'll go first, you pay attention to your body."

The boy got up and left the house with a gloomy back.

Bang!

The wooden door was shut, and the room was still damp.

Lin Luo sat up, leaned back against the bed board, looked at the insects crawling on the wall, looked at the injuries on his body, and opened his mouth to sigh slightly.

"It's not all good to cross over."

He moved, and there was a pain on the surface of his skin.

Ten days ago, he woke up and crossed into this world, becoming a miscellaneous disciple of the Seven Xuanmen, and still a short-lived sandbag.

Unlike other miscellaneous disciples, they don't need to work every day, they don't have heavy work, but they are more painful and cruel. Their task was for those outer disciples to practice, and they were beaten every day, and they were on the line of life and death.

If it weren't for the special potion of the Seven Xuanmen and the Vajra Technique, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago.

Lin Luo was seventeen years old, with an ordinary figure and an ordinary appearance, no different from other miscellaneous disciples.

I closed my eyes.

The picture changes suddenly, and he arrives in a special world.

In front of me was a building, and there was a blank space around it, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The building has six floors, five units, and one unit has twelve households, and this building appeared in his mind as soon as it was crossed, but it has always been vague, and it is not until now that it is gradually clear.

The biggest change was that he was able to get in.

When he was vague before, he couldn't get into any of the units, as if there was a barrier.

Now, he could clearly feel that the barrier of the unit was gone.

Lin Luo stepped forward and walked in.

The entrance is narrow, it looks like an old building, and the surrounding walls are plastered with various advertisements for unlocking, changing water, and filling gas. There's even a beat-up bike around the corner.

He walked to the front of the first house.

101。

I reached out and tugged at it, but I couldn't open it.

The next moment, a line of words appeared on the dilapidated wooden door.

Unlock Condition: Hit 999 times

It seems that this door can only be opened if the conditions are met.

The corners of Lin Luo's mouth opened slightly, and he turned to leave, and when he reached the corner, he touched the bicycle.

The bike is one of those old-fashioned two-eight bars.

A finger just touched.

The next moment, the bicycle turned into a wisp of white smoke.

Lin Luo closed his eyes, and the next moment, he returned to the dilapidated room.

Ten days later, he was already familiar with the process of entering and exiting.

"It doesn't seem to be so sad, as long as the conditions are met, you can see hope!"

Through ten days, Lin Luo was tormented every day, and if it weren't for the gradually clear building, I'm afraid he would have been unable to support it.

It's just too bitter here.

"But being hit nine hundred and ninety-nine times is not that difficult..."

He muttered.

He's very much looking forward to what to expect when he opens it!

That building is definitely your own golden finger, you must grasp it fiercely, only in this way can you change your current fate!

Immediately after, he suddenly found that a number appeared in front of his eyes, 999.

"It's also easy to see."

After thinking for a while, Lin Luo sat up cross-legged and chanted one incantation after another in his heart.

With his thoughts, there seemed to be a mysterious power gushing out of his body, repairing his injuries bit by bit, and even strengthening his body, but the effect was too small.

The mantra is Vajra, and there are five layers in total.

After cultivating, it can strengthen the physical defense and speed up the recovery from injuries.

This is issued by the Seven Xuanmen to each sandbag, after all, a good sandbag must have a good body, the body is too weak, and it will be gone after two or three beatings, even if there is a potion, it can't support it for a few days.

Before Lin Luo crossed over, this body was also cultivating the Vajra Technique, every day, but two years have passed, and it has only reached the first layer.

In the Seven Gates.

Only by reaching the third level can one get rid of the status of a miscellaneous disciple and become an outer disciple.

The cultivation of the Vajra Jue is very simple, just calm down and recite the mantra silently, Lin Luo's cultivation speed was very slow before, but after crossing over, Lin Luo found that his cultivation speed had improved a lot.

He guessed it was because he had devoured the body and soul.

As a sandbag, if you want to live, the Vajra Recipe Potion is indispensable!

Those who didn't succeed in cultivating at the first level had already been beaten to death by the outer disciples, and their corpses were in the wilderness. This world is very cruel, and if he wants to change his fate, Lin Luo can only seize the time and improve himself.

……………

The next day.

Lin Luo got up on time and started today's task.

He didn't eat breakfast.

After all, if you are beaten for a while, it is easy to vomit out your breakfast, which is something that those outer disciples don't want to see, it's too disgusting.

He lived in a small wooden house, and around it, there were hundreds of wooden houses of the same size. Pushing open the door, there are sandbags outside and packed up.

"Xiaoluo, are you better?"

Just walked out.

The boy who rubbed him medicine yesterday came over and greeted him cordially.

The boy was dressed in the same gray clothes as him, and his face was pale and gray.

"Much better."

Lin Luo nodded.

The young man's name is Li Niu, who begged outside with him in his early years, and was later recruited by Qixuanmen.

But Li Niu's physique is strong, coupled with the vajra trick and the assistance of potions, he is very fast after being injured.

Even his vajra technique had been cultivated to the second level.

It is known by everyone as the sandbag that is most likely to become an outer disciple.

"I heard that Feng Qing will come again today, be careful."

The two walked towards the martial arts training ground, and Li Niu said to him.

Feng Qing.

Lin Luo's heart jumped.

This guy is the elite of the outer disciples, and he has been cultivating a palm technique recently, and in order to test his power, he often comes here to practice.

This body was slapped by Feng Qing, and he was seriously injured, and the Vajra Recipe potion was useless, and in the end, he died at night, and he was cheaper than he who came through it.

"You have to be careful, too."

Lin Luo said with low eyebrows.

In the future, if he had the chance, he would avenge this body. But now, the most important thing is to complete the unlocking conditions for opening a unit 101.

Yesterday he tried it himself, no matter how masochistic he was, it didn't work, and the number in front of him was always nine hundred and ninety-nine.

It seems that do-it-yourself is ineffective.

"Ah Niu, you punch me!"

Lin Luo said suddenly.

"Huh??"

Li Niu looked confused.