That night, Shen Cong was cultivating in bed with his eyes closed, and as the level of Ben Lei Jue increased, the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy accelerated, and the clothes on the surface of his entire body were tightly attached to his body.

But at this time, Shen Cong suddenly opened his eyes and stopped cultivating.

His keen sense of hearing detected some slight footsteps.

Very weak.

With such a weak footstep, ordinary people can't do it, they must be masters who have cultivated martial arts and have already entered the product.

Jiupin Martial Artists, or two!

In the middle of the night, sneaking to your own house is definitely not a good thing.

Shen Cong would not be stupid enough to think that two Nine Rank Martial Artists would come and steal chickens and dogs, and they didn't need to do that kind of thing.

The only explanation is that the other party is specifically coming for him.

He didn't dare to be careless, rolled off the bed, and quietly hid behind the cabinet.

His strength is one grade higher than that of the other party, both in strength and control are several times stronger, and it is impossible for the other party to hear his voice.

A moment later, the door was pried open, and two sneaky figures quietly walked towards Shen Cong's bedside.

But at this moment, Shen Cong suddenly burst out from behind, and the six-layer Empty Ming Fist was used by him to the extreme, and a punch hit the neck of one of them.

The other party obviously also felt a huge sense of crisis behind him, his pupils shrank, and he was about to dodge, but he was still a step slow.

There is an insurmountable gap between the eighth and ninth grades.

Even if it is face-to-face, it is still difficult to avoid the other party's attack, let alone face a sneak attack?

Shen Cong's punch instantly broke his neck, making his neck jerk back, and his whole body also lost its support, like a leather ball, it was blasted against the wall, and finally bounced back by the impact, rolling on the ground twice and completely out of breath.

The other person, reacting, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately swung his fist and rushed straight at Shen Cong.

The fist wind broke through the air and roared, the power was terrifying, but Shen Cong did not dodge or dodge, and threw a straight punch.

Bang——!

The moment their fists faced each other, there was a crisp click, and the other party's arm was removed on the spot, and it hung on the shoulder like a noodle.

"Ah——!h

He let out a scream, but he didn't dare to pay too much attention to the pain of the broken bone, but wanted to escape from the window.

Shen Cong's eyes were fast, and he stepped forward with an arrow, grabbed the opponent's calf and pulled it back, and the other leg of the opponent wanted to wait to kick, but was smashed in the knee by Shen Cong's punch and broke another leg.

broke one hand and one leg one after another, and the other party was so painful that he almost fainted on the spot.

Shen Cong sat on the other party's shoulder, stuck his other intact arm, and said coldly:

"Who are you? Why did you come to me? ”

"A good man spares his life, our brother is passing by, just want to borrow some money, a good man spares his life."

"Dishonest."

Shen Cong directly broke one of his fingers.

"You'd better hurry up and say it, and you can suffer a little less."

"It's... It's true! I'm not lying. ”

"Two nine-rank martial artists, come to my poor house to rob the house, you treat me as an idiot? I don't think you will give up until you reach the Yellow River. ”

As he spoke, Shen Cong pulled out a dagger from his waist and pulled it down the crotch of his pants.

The other party's tears really flowed out.

"Don't, I say, I'll say it all."

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this sooner?"

Shen Cong knocked the other party's head with the side of the dagger, and the other party said slowly.

...

After half a salary, Shen Cong, who had already understood what had happened, his face had become cold.

Unexpectedly, he chose not to go to Zhujiazhuang, but he failed to escape this catastrophe.

This is really a person who is afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and it seems that he will have to keep a low profile in the future.

It's also thanks to the fact that he has already cultivated to the eighth grade, otherwise, he would have to be planted today.

That unparalleled magic sword is not a good thing when you hear it, even if you build it yourself, the other party will not kill you, and let others know that you have created a magic sword in the future, it will be a lot of trouble.

"Who said I was good at iron?"

Shen Cong has always had revenge from this person, and Zhu Jiazhuang deserves to die, but the blacksmith who harmed him can't let it go either.

"He's been killed, and another old man who stopped him has been killed."

"Old man, what old man?"

"It seems to be in a blacksmith shop with you, what is it called Master Song."

"Song..."

In Shen Cong's mind, the father with lace hair and who had to fight for his son at an age came to mind, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Master Song still couldn't escape this catastrophe.

"Big... Hero, I've said it all, can you spare me? ”

"Spare you the Hades, my task is to send you to Hades."

When the words fell, Shen Cong directly twisted the opponent's neck with brute force, simply and neatly.

He didn't use a dagger, and he had to bother cleaning the whole room in case blood spurted it.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Shen Cong began to ponder.

If Zhu Jiazhuang wants to cultivate magic skills, he will definitely not let go of himself, and will continue to send people to find him and help him forge the Peerless Demon Sword.

Because the entire Cloud City is such a big place, there are few blacksmiths, and even fewer excellent blacksmiths.

This time it's two nine products, what about the next time? Maybe there will be an eight-rank martial artist, so if you want to kill the other party again, it will not be so easy.

Like the Wang family, he doesn't know his identity, and he can wait for his cultivation to become stronger before taking revenge.

This Zhu family is staring at themselves face-to-face, and they must find a way to eradicate them.

But with his current strength, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"There it is."

Shen raised from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly had an idea.

He quietly came to the courtyard, stood on tiptoe and glanced at the opposite side from the wall, sure enough, the red-clothed Fengwei of the True Martial Arts Division was not at home, and this thing went out every night in the middle of the night, probably going out to investigate the case of the former Chaoyu Party.

Shen Cong immediately threw the bodies of the two people into each other's courtyard from a strange angle, then tore off a piece of paper and wrote a few large characters with his left hand.

"The rest of the former dynasty, Zhujiazhuang!"

Signed - Tian Wenjing!

Then it was wrapped directly in stone and thrown next to the two corpses.

I can't beat you, so let's use my strength, no matter how powerful Zhujiazhuang is, it is impossible to defeat the imperial court, right?

They definitely didn't dare to openly admit that refining the magic sword and cultivating the magic skill were also a dead end in Great Xia.

As long as the soldiers and horses of the imperial court are lured over, when the time comes, they will be stumbling and sneaky, and if they can't explain why, they will definitely die.

After doing this, Shen Cong immediately returned to his room, erased all traces, and quickly entered the cultivation state.

Or does he have to be strong enough, if he is a grandmaster, he still needs to borrow strength?

Fly directly to the wind, and you can destroy Zhujiazhuang with a snap of your fingers!