Updated: 2013-08-01

After thirty-six weeks of operation, Wang An slowly finished his work. It's a pity that it is an inferior physique, and the medicinal power is emitted a lot, otherwise it can open up more muscles and veins. The continental constitution is divided into nine classes. First-class absolute waste, and the affinity with aura is zero. Second-class waste body, with an affinity of less than 10 percent. Third-class inferior constitution. The affinity is less than twenty percent. These three physiques are not suitable for cultivation. There are also ordinary physiques, good physiques, excellent physiques, genius physiques, peerless geniuses, and demon physiques

Below the inferior physique, it is difficult to reach a high level even if you are forced to cultivate. It also consumes a lot of elixir, genius earth treasure. All sect families would hardly provide that kind of resources for such people to cultivate. The resources they consume can train more masters. Wang An is an inferior physique, that is to say, he has only absorbed thirty percent of the medicinal power. It can get through the two veins of appointment and supervision. Entering the Tongmai period, Xiao Zhoutian, reaching the level of samurai. Not bad, either.

Slowly finishing the work, Wang An's eyes flashed, reaching the level of a warrior, and he was about to enter the outer gate in the future. There are some things that need to be explained. Wang An slowly descended the mountain and walked towards Liuhe Town, which was dozens of miles away. Liuhe Town is a small town at the foot of Liuhe Sword Sect Mountain.

With the Liuhe Sword Sect, there is such a town, where pills, weapons, magic weapons and so on are sold. There are also small trading venues. This is all for the service of the disciples of the Liuhe Sword Sect. The town is not big, only a little more than ten square miles, and it is just a few bluestone-paved streets.

Walking into the town, Wang An was surprised, there are definitely not many people in the town. Today it is very hot. People come and go, there are gorgeous clothes with noble status, there are coarse cloth clothes, and ordinary people. However, almost everyone carried a sword in their hand, and they were obviously people who had cultivated for a few days.

"Big brother, it's finally time for the Liuhe Sword Sect to recruit disciples. Two years later, you and I will not be qualified to enter the Liuhe Sword Sect!" "Yes, a Tongmai Stage Martial Artist who is over twenty years old, and a Qi Training Period Martial Master who is over thirty years old are not qualified, but fortunately, I am only nineteen years old. Otherwise, hehehe!"

Along the way, everyone talked a lot, some were nervous and excited, and some were nervous. It turned out that the once-in-a-decade assembly to recruit disciples was about to begin. Only then did Wang An understand. Regardless of those, Wang An went all the way. Constantly see clashes, there are people fighting. These have nothing to do with Wang An.

Soon Wang An came to the front of a shop, which was not big. Just over twenty squares. It was full of weapons, and the cold light was shining. People are constantly coming in and out. Wang An entered the shop directly and walked to the back of the shop, behind which was a large courtyard, steaming. "Ding, ding, ding, dang", the sound is constant.

With a different kind of charm, this is the place where iron is minted and weapons are cast. A man who looked to be in his thirties, with bulging muscles, was naked and naked, with a simple girdle around his waist and shorts. Wielding a sledgehammer, he was pounding the reddish piece of iron. Every time the hammer falls, sparks splash everywhere. The action is smooth and has a different charm.

Wang An walked over quickly, and then said, "Uncle Tie, I'm here!" Uncle Tie continued to beat and said, "Wang An, you're late today." Hey, you've entered the Pulse Warrior Stage. It seems that he wants to enter the outer gate of the Liuhe Sword Sect. Think about it, your qualifications are not good, and you won't be taken seriously when you enter the outer door, so you might as well be in my casting pavilion. Becoming a casting master is no worse than the inner disciple of the Liuhe Sword Sect. If you have the opportunity to become an alchemist. Even the elders of the Liuhe Sword Sect couldn't catch up. Don't think about it anymore, your kid's qualifications for forging weapons are quite good, and only if you develop in this area can you have a future!"

When Wang An was an alchemist in his last life, he understood that nothing was as important as his own strength. Although the previous life was not the most famous alchemist in the mainland. He is also a grandmaster-level alchemist. In the face of great strength, every qiē is a floating cloud. In this life, you must definitely become a powerful master.

At this time, he said: "Uncle Tie thank you for your care over the years. Otherwise, I don't have the money to buy pills, and I can enter the pulse stage there. However, I still hope to enter the Liuhe Sword Sect and become an outer disciple. ”

Picking up the iron piece and putting it into the cold water to quench it, Uncle Tie's expression was a little gloomy, and then he said: "Everyone has their own ambitions, forget it, I don't force it." The doors of the Foundry Pavilion are always open for you. If the Liuhe Sword Sect can't get mixed up, come to Uncle Tie's Casting Pavilion. ”

Wang An nodded and agreed, and at this time, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to cast a weapon, when Uncle Tie suddenly said, "No need." Entering the pulse period, you still have to consolidate your cultivation, and you will only break through depending on your appearance. Since you have joined the sect, you will inevitably fight. Uncle Tie will give you a good thing. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Tie turned around and left, entered a room in the courtyard, and soon walked out, holding a long knife with a sheath in his hand. When he came to Wang An, he said: "Here you go, the outer disciples can't be without weapons, go back and cultivate hard, and strive for the assessment." ”

Wang An is not hypocritical, this favor is recorded. Today, Wang An found that Uncle Tie is not simple, and he will have the opportunity to repay this favor in the future. Immediately took the long knife and bowed his hand, "Thank you, Uncle Tie, wait for me to enter the outer gate, and then come to cast weapons for Uncle Tie!"

As soon as the words fell, he turned and left. Uncle Tie glanced at Wang An's back and said lightly: "It's a pity!" Out of the Foundry Pavilion, Wang An walked towards his peak. At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a voice roared viciously: "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The horsewhip waved while talking, and it was directly the person before the Pegasus. Figures flew over, and several figures fell to the ground. The horse was extremely fast, and soon came to Wang An. The whip swung and directly broke through the air and struck at Wang An. A cold light flashed in Wang An's eyes, and the long knife came out of the sheath with a "ding!"

The blood rain was sprinkled, and the galloping horse actually slashed two pieces, and even the long whip was split by the sword light. The horse was killed, and the man on the horse didn't expect this result at all. Immediately fell down, fell a bruise and swollen face. The men behind immediately grabbed the horses. The horse neighed.

A voice said: "Very good, you actually dare to show your knife in front of Li Jia, it seems that you don't want to live!" said a young man in his twenties wearing a brocade robe. There were also a few people dressed as guards in the back. Wang An looked at the Qi technique, and it was actually a martial artist in the Qi training period. It's a bit of a hassle now.

After a slight sigh, Wang An said at this time: "What a bold son, the long street prancing horse, trying to kill me, a disciple of the Liuhe Sword Sect, don't you know the prestige of the Liuhe Sword Sect, this is the territory of the Liuhe Sword Sect, and it is not your turn to dominate the Li family!"

"That's good!" As soon as the words fell, a figure shot out from the restaurant next to him, with a waist card hanging on his body, it was actually an inner disciple, and then said: "The Li family, but it is just a family that does not enter the stream, and it also wants to show off its power here, and it doesn't want to live." Li Liang, look at you still like this. It's a pity, how can Li Fan have a brother like you!"

"Hu Hai, it's you, don't buckle your hat indiscriminately. My Li family is still afraid that you Hu Jia will not succeed. He turned his head and glanced at Wang An viciously and said, "Boy, count you lucky." But Master Ben remembers you. Let's go!" as soon as the words fell, he turned the horse's head and left.

Wang An shook his head, he had offended people again. We'll see, we'll see. Isn't a martial artist amazing? Wang Anxin flashed in a murderous flash. Without a word, he walked briskly towards his own peak. Soon it was back to the peak.

It was already noon, and Wang An returned to the mountain peak for lunch. And he walked towards the spiritual land not far from the hut. The spiritual land is about one acre. Overgrown with spiritual rice. It's already harvest season. The rice is golden and fluttering in the wind. It seems to exude a burst of fragrance. It's another harvest season.

Wang An planted spiritual rice and had the experience of that life. Much tougher than others. It is estimated that there is a thousand catties of production. While walking past. Wang An ran the exercises while running. If you want to become a master, enter the Martial Immortals. Penance is indispensable. Especially with an inferior physique like Wang An, this should be the case.

So Wang An was running the exercises while harvesting the spiritual rice. Single-minded, even the movements are a little stiff and uncomfortable. While doing things, running exercises, the speed is much worse. Just half of the harvest.

A figure galloped in. "Senior Brother Wang, you're finally back. Little brother has come to help!" As he spoke, a chubby fat man in his twenties walked over. "Senior Brother Pan, it's you? Then help me harvest the spiritual rice!"

Senior Brother Pan, one of the miscellaneous disciples, has been in the Liuhe Sword Sect for eight years. A disciple of a small family. It is still the period of gathering qi, and I have not entered the period of pulse, and I am about to reach the age of twenty. If you don't enter the Tongmai period, you will be expelled from the Liuhe Sword Sect. It's the rule. Speaking of which, Wang An has been in the Liuhe Sword Sect for ten years.

Since the third life, there has been an otaku in the first life, but in the second life, he is an alchemy maniac. Not good at socializing. This fat man Pan Feng. But it's self-cooked. Plus they are all disciples who don't progress very fast. can be regarded as Wang An's only friend.

Pan Fengle said happily: "Okay." As he spoke, he also found a sickle and began to harvest the spiritual rice. While harvesting, he said, "Senior Brother Wang." This year, Senior Brother Zhang asked for more spiritual rice. After handing them over, I'm afraid that the sect's tasks will not be completed. It seems that it will be difficult for me to break through the meridian period before the age of 20. I didn't hand them over, I handed over the task of the sect, and the younger brother planned to leave the sect. In the future, senior brother will have the opportunity to come to Da'an City, remember to come to find the younger brother!"

"Isn't it not yet twenty years old? No miracles can happen. Senior brother Pan Feng. I think you'd better persevere!" Wang Feng said as if encouraging.

"If I continue to stay, I have to exploit it again, and my family is already dissatisfied with my long-term inability to break through to reach the pulse period. More support could not be given. You also know that I am a concubine, and there is not much support from my family. Under the guidance of my senior brother, my spiritual rice can harvest 800 catties. However, I handed over five hundred catties to the sect, and then handed it over to Senior Brother Zhang, where there is money to make up for it!"