Jiang Chen picked up the oil lamp and opened the pale yellow book in his hand with the light, which was a book that recorded all kinds of yin spirits and ghosts.

Starving ghosts: Poor people are starved to death, and their grievances are turned into resentment.

Hanged Ghost: Hanged to death, resentment is difficult to resolve.

Water Ghost: The drowning man's anger is melted.

Headless Ghost: Angered by being beheaded.

Lust for ghosts: worship people and fornication.

Swift Ghost: Feet don't touch the ground, thousands of miles in an instant.

Underground ghosts: Exclusively inhabit underground caverns or dark, damp places.

Rakshasa Ghost: Black body, red hair, green eyes, extremely vicious.

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According to the records in the classics, not everyone can turn into ghosts after death, and only in some specific times or environments can there be a certain probability of turning into ghosts.

Every kind of ghost thing likes to play with human beings, sucks human yang energy, and is born to be the mortal enemy of human beings.

Jiang Chen flipped through most of it and had some understanding of ordinary ghosts.

According to the records in the classics, it is difficult for mortal weapons to harm ghosts

Only when a warrior steps into the realm of condensation and attaches his mind to the blade, he can harm spirits and even kill ordinary ghosts.

Jiang Chen didn't know if everything recorded in this book was true, but he had a faint hunch that after his realm reached the realm of condensation, it was very likely that he would hurt the Yin Spirit Ghost.

He closed the book and turned to look at the yellow scroll in his hand, which recorded the cultivation method of the Fire Poison Palm, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, obviously extremely interested in this palm method.

Jiang Chen carefully studied the cultivation method of the Fire Poison Palm, according to the records of this Palm Method, this Fire Poison Palm needed to cultivate a Fire Attribute Internal Skill Heart Method at the same time in order to exert a stronger power.

"The pure yang gong I practice is the inner strength of the supreme yang, and this fire poison palm is simply tailor-made for me." Jiang Chen was excited, and he began to cultivate the Fire Poison Palm.

According to the records of the palm method, the internal force circulates in different meridians, Jiang Chen's pure yang gong has reached the realm of integration, and he can naturally easily control every trace of internal force.

In fact, the cultivation threshold of the Fire Poison Palm is very high, and it not only requires the cultivator to have extremely strong control ability, but also needs to have profound internal skills.

It didn't take long for Jiang Chen's right palm to begin to turn red, until it was red.

"It's that simple!" Jiang Chen himself was surprised, he didn't expect that the cultivation method of this Fire Poison Palm would be so simple, and he would not encounter any bottlenecks at all to get started with cultivation.

There are only three types of fire poison palms, which are fire poison, bones, and soul shattering.

Even if he is a wrinkled hall master, he has only cultivated to the level of the second palm to turn bones, and this fire poison palm is stronger than the other.

Especially the last palm, the Broken Soul Palm can be called terrifying, as long as it is practiced into a broken soul, it can cause extremely strong lethality, according to the records inside, practicing this palm, it can even hurt ordinary Yin Spirit Ghosts.

But even the person who created this palm technique did not practice the last palm!

"Just because others can't practice doesn't mean I can't!" Jiang Chen was looking forward to it, he planned to improve the Fire Poison Palm as soon as possible, as long as he practiced the Soul Shattering Palm, it could be regarded as a killer weapon for himself.

For the rest of the night, Jiang Chen was immersed in the cultivation of fire poison palms, until the sky gradually brightened, Jiang Chen was shocked, he looked at himself, and the panel appeared.

Name: Jiang Chen.

Life: 9.

Property points: 0.

Skill: Sun Knife Technique. (Skilled), Tiger Fist (Dacheng), Fire Poison Palm (Xiaocheng), Pure Yang Gong [Defective] (Integrated).

In just one night, Jiang Chen's fire poison palm has been upgraded to the realm of Xiaocheng, and he has already practiced the second palm, the bone palm, but this third palm Jiang Chen has been enlightened for most of the night, and he has no clue.

There seemed to be some kind of barrier that made it impossible for Jiang Chen to succeed in cultivation at all.

"Could it be that this third palm can only be cultivated if it breaks through to the realm of condensation!" Jiang Chen's eyes showed a strange look, and his heart was looking forward to the Broken Soul Palm more and more.

He was able to cultivate the Fire Poison Palm to such an extent in just one night, and it was also because of Jiang Chen's Pure Yang Technique, Pure Yang Gong and Fire Poison Palm were both yang-attribute martial arts, and they complemented each other with the same origin.

"I have to keep improving my stat points!" Jiang Chen estimated that it would take too long for this third palm to comprehend on his own, and he wanted to use the attribute points to practice the third palm as soon as possible, so that he would have the means to deal with ordinary yin spirits.

Jiang Chen exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, he had been practicing all night, and the miraculous thing was that his spirit did not show the slightest fatigue, and he remained at his peak at all times.

But as long as he wants to sleep, he can quickly fall asleep in just a few breaths.

This means that Jiang Chen has a strong control over himself, and it is also a manifestation of his firm intentions, and in just one day, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

"It's time to go out." Jiang Chen stood up, and after washing, he put on a clean patrol suit, brought a black knife and Huangquan, came to the gate, and opened the door gently.

The moment the door opened, a white paper slipped down from the gap between the doors, Jiang Chen's hands were quick, and he quickly grabbed the white paper in his hand and gently spread it out, and the white paper was loaded with a place and time.

"Niujiao Village, Zishi."

Jiang Chen knew the place of Niujiao Village, Niujiao Village was a deserted village on the outskirts, and three years ago, a terrible plague occurred in that village, which caused the whole village to flee the village, and because of the plague, no one dared to live nearby.

Over time, the village was no longer inhabited and became an abandoned place.

Since he had joined the Black Tiger Gang and become the hall master of the Black Tiger Gang, Jiang Chen naturally needed to go to Niujiao Village before tonight.

"With my current strength, I don't know how many people I can rank in the Black Tiger Gang." Jiang Chen's eyes froze, he was eager to fight.

Jiang Chen strode out of the room with anticipation, and after his strength improved, the amount of food also increased.

He first went to the side shop to have breakfast, he ordered thirty meat buns and ten bowls of millet porridge alone, Jiang Chen thought it was too troublesome, so he simply asked the shopkeeper to pour all ten bowls of millet porridge into a basin, plus a large plate of boiled vegetables.

Although the dishes are simple, the amount of food makes the surrounding diners amazed.

The main reason is that Jiang Chen's meal is too large, the fist-sized meat bun has a thin skin and a lot of filling, and Jiang Chen swallows one in one bite.

After his health increased, his physical strength became a lot stronger, and he was not afraid of being burned at all.

Thirty steamed buns and ten bowls of millet porridge entered his stomach, and the last stack of green vegetables was picked up by him and poured into his mouth, chewing two mouthfuls at will and swallowing them.

The millet porridge with a large basin was drunk in three or four sips by Jiang Chen, and this appearance was no different from the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Hiss!!!

The other guests around suddenly exclaimed, they could hardly imagine that this kid had eaten the weight of ten people, and he still looked unsatisfied.

Jiang Chen's face did not change, and after eating, he did not forget to pack twenty meat buns to take away, but after he got up and left, he saw that the customers around him and Xiao Er were dumbfounded.

Jiang Chen doesn't care what others think of him, people who practice martial arts eat a lot of food, and they need more energy to cultivate internal strength and refine qi, and food is one of the sources of energy.

Coupled with the fact that pure yang skills temper his internal organs at all times, it is normal for Jiang Chen to become very able to eat.

He came to the yamen lobby, put the meat bun in his hand on the table next to him, squinted his eyes, and waited for the other colleagues to arrive.

"The boss is back, as if something has been announced......"

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