After simply buying a few bottles of spiritual liquid, Shen Congfang began to rush towards his residence.

At this time, the stars in the sky have disappeared into the clouds, and it is the darkest hour before dawn.

Walking a mile away from the city gate, Shen Cong vaguely felt that something was following him behind him.

After his cultivation was improved, his body was also slightly changed, and his sense of hearing, vision, taste, and even the innate sense of crisis of living beings became much stronger as a result.

Shen Cong didn't say much, and when he passed by a small forest, he turned around, bypassed a big tree, and found a stone from the ground.

At the moment when he was hidden, two hurried footsteps were heard from behind.

"Damn, what's wrong?"

"This kid can't have discovered us, right?"

"Damn, a fat sheep is gone!"

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind struck, and one of them just sensed it, and the back of his head was directly shattered by a huge force, and his consciousness fell into darkness on the spot.

The other person's face changed drastically, and without saying a word, he pulled out the long sword in his hand and slashed towards the darkness.

But his speed was still a beat slower after all, and before the blade of the sword could be swung to the range he wanted to reach, a sharp pain suddenly came from the crotch of his pants.

In an instant, his whole body collapsed, his body instantly lost its mobility, and he just wanted to let out a shocking cry.

It's a pity that Shen Cong's speed was faster, and he directly snatched the sword in his hand, sealed his throat with a sword, and directly locked his scream in his throat.

Puff p

His body and head fell to the ground one after another, Shen Cong did not delay the time, directly inserted the sword into the heart of the other person, and after confirming that the mending knife was correct, he quickly searched the two of them, got the things, and quickly flashed back to the residence in the city.

"Whew~!"

It wasn't until he closed the door that Shen Congfang breathed a sigh of relief.

This world is still too dangerous, there is no perfect law, and there are not enough strong people to supervise, and if you are accidentally targeted, you may die without a place to bury.

Today, if it weren't for the fact that those two people were just ordinary people and hadn't entered the product yet, even if they had already entered the product, they couldn't say who would have died in the end.

So when he encounters this kind of person, he doesn't have any extra considerations, and he dies directly, and it is the kind that can't die anymore.

In troubled times, not being ruthless is not enough to survive.

After calming down, he immediately took out the belongings he had looted from the two of them, counted them carefully, and the harvest was not small.

There are as many as thirty-five taels of silver on the two of them, as well as a silver ticket of twenty taels, and a gold ring that is not too big, which is estimated to be exchanged for a few taels of silver.

It's not bad, the money spent tonight is basically back.

Shen Cong looked at the Kongming Fist he had bought, and a few bottles of spiritual liquid, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

I can live steadily for a while, but I don't know how much my strength will improve at that time?

At this time, it was close to dawn, Shen Cong hid everything, and then rushed to the blacksmith shop.

After breaking through the ninth grade, his mental power is also stronger than that of ordinary people, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep for three or four days.

When I came to the blacksmith's shop, I hit two swords casually, and the days passed by in a day.

Shen from now is all high-quality products, a month alone is a dozen taels of reward, several times the salary, if you meet a big customer, a single may be seven or eight taels of silver, earn more.

The owner is naturally stammered by a master like him, not only is the meat and food full every day, but he also has to burn the knife with wine, and I heard that his father-in-law does not have this treatment.

If you expose your strength as a nine-rank martial artist, where to make an offering, eat melon seeds every day, and have a balance of nearly 100 taels a month.

That's the benefit of strength.

In the evening, everyone was eating, and Dong Tianpeng, the owner of the blacksmith shop, who had rarely come to the blacksmith shop, came over.

He was more than one meter tall, short and stocky, wearing a satin coat and a blue square scarf hat on his head, smiling, as soon as he came in, before everyone got up, he grinned and arched his hand to everyone.

"Masters, how are you eating tonight?"

The iron-striking masters also hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Good owner."

"Lao Dongjia bothered, we ate very well."

Dong Tianpeng smiled:

"That's good, that's good."

"Boss, why are you here today?"

Zhang Ergou has the most skinny temperament, and he was the first to ask the questions in everyone's hearts.

"It's not a secret, I came here today, and there was something wrong. I have a friend here who wants to ask a few masters to come to his house and help build some weapons. ”

The crowd wondered:

"What weapons are you building? Can't book it from the shop, and we have to go to the home to build it? ”

"I don't know about this, I am also entrusted by others, loyal to people, to help talk about it. This friend of mine is in Zhujiazhuang, he is worth a lot of money, and he is willing to offer a monthly salary of eight taels per person, the wine and meat are enough, and the forging quality is good, and there is an extra reward, which is similar to in the shop, and the time is not long, only one or two months.

Our shop will definitely be operating, so I only gave five places, masters, who wants to go? Tell me about it. ”

"My God, a monthly salary of eight taels, this reward is really rich."

The crowd exclaimed, their eyes shining.

The blacksmith in the shop, the monthly salary is only two taels, and there can be eight taels when you go to Zhujiazhuang, and the time is not long, only two months, and after two months, you can continue to come back, why not?

"I'll go!"

"I'll go too!"

People rushed to raise their hands, and Song Taiping was among them.

Shen Cong didn't raise his hand.

Killing people must be ruthless, and life must be steady.

As the saying goes, pies will not fall in vain in the sky, with a monthly salary of eight taels of silver, and you have to go to the manor to build weapons privately, which is definitely a bit boring.

In fact, the blacksmiths themselves also knew that everyone was not stupid, and it was possible to build armor and bows and crossbows that were not allowed by the imperial court.

However, although the imperial court has jurisdiction, who is idle to go to the countryside to investigate this kind of thing?

So everyone is also holding a fluke.

He didn't want to take this kind of luck, he would rather fight to the death against the last Nine Rank Martial Artist than get involved in this kind of thing.

There is a great chance of survival when fighting with a warrior, and fighting with a person in power is looking for death.

When the time comes, he will be wanted by the whole country, and he will not dare to appear at will in his life.

Besides, his current monthly silver plus reward silver is not low, so there is no need to get involved in danger.

In the end, after a moment of argument, Dong Tianpeng came forward and selected five good iron-striking players, including the old master Song Taiping.

Looking at his happy appearance, it is estimated that he is also stuffed with the benefits of Zhujiazhuang, otherwise it is impossible to let his master go to work elsewhere.

Master Song came to Shen Cong's side to say goodbye.

"Master Shen, when I come back from Zhujiazhuang, I will immediately return your ten taels of silver."

"There's no rush. However, Master Song, you should still be more stable in everything and don't be too impatient. ”

Master Song smiled innocently.

"I've suffered all my life, and I really don't want my child to suffer anymore, as long as he can enter the product, I'm willing to die. I'll go first, and I'll come back and invite you for a drink. ”

With that, Master Song turned around and left.

Shen Cong looked at the adulterated head that was already a little gray-haired, and sighed.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.