Great Chu State.

Spring.

Nanping Town, Qinghe County.

In the courtyard of the patrol room under the Demon Suppression Division, a handsome slender young man dressed in black was swinging his sword in a special posture.

The left leg is retreated, the right leg is bowed forward, the left hand is holding the sword trick, and the right hand swings the sword violently between the waist twisting.

His face was flushed, his muscles tensed, and his whole body was steaming.

It seems that every sword that is swung requires a great deal of effort.

But with each swing of the sword, a stream of heat is generated in the body.

His name is Jiang Changkong, he is nineteen years old this year, and he is a temporary member of the patrol team under the Demon Division of Nanping Town.

In his body was a golden book made of gold, on which were written two large characters with iron and silver hooks: Sword Dictionary.

At this time, there was an illusory figure wielding a sword in "On the Sword Codex".

The posture of swinging the sword is exactly the same as Jiang Changkong.

Every time he swung his sword, he could clearly see the path of the air flow in his body.

If Jiang Changkong's posture of swinging the sword was wrong, this illusory figure would not move.

According to the "Sword Codex", as long as you reach the standard of swinging the sword 10,000 times, and continuously swing the sword to achieve the achievement of 'Sword Heart Clearing', you can complete the refining of the physical body and enter the second grade of martial arts.

After swinging the correct sixty swords one after another, Jiang Changkong stopped.

With a long breath, he was already soaking wet.

"This body is so bad, even now, it can only swing the sword sixty times in a row, and it can only swing the sword three hundred times a day, otherwise the body will not be able to bear it.

"In this way, it will take at least ten days to reach ten thousand swords, it's too slow!"

Jiang Changkong shook his head slightly.

If it is an ordinary martial artist, he can break through the second grade of martial arts in ten days, and he will wake up with a smile when he dreams.

You must know that many martial artists of the first rank of martial arts will not be able to break through to the second rank for a year or two.

But Jiang Changkong was very dissatisfied.

Now he urgently needs to break through to the second rank of martial arts.

Because once he becomes a martial arts second-class, he can become an official team member, and his monthly salary can rise to three taels, which can alleviate the current dilemma.

And now he only has a salary of two taels of silver per month, which can't support his cultivation at all, and his nutrition can't keep up.

"I haven't eaten meat in five days."

Jiang Changkong helplessly touched the shriveled belly with no oil and water.

Traveled here a month ago.

This is an ancient world, there are martial artists, monks, and demons and weirdness.

The original parents died early, and a year ago, he finally practiced martial arts and reached the first grade of martial arts, and became a temporary member of the patrol team under the Demon Division of Nanping Town.

With a salary of two taels of silver a month, he can barely get by.

But the original owner's martial arts talent is too poor, after a year of cultivation, the martial arts have not made any progress, and it is still a martial arts product.

Even because the nutrition couldn't keep up, not only did the cultivation not grow, but almost wasted his practice.

If it weren't for the lack of people in the patrol team, he would have been kicked out of the team with his strength.

Fortunately, Jiang Changkong carried a sword book with him when he crossed over.

As long as you swing the sword in accordance with the correct posture of the Sword Codex, you can refine your physical body and improve your cultivation.

But what made him work so hard to cultivate was because there were immortals in this world.

Legend has it that as long as you break the limit of life and break through to the innate level, you can walk on the road of immortality like an immortal.

In this regard, Jiang Changkong is naturally very yearning for this, and he cultivates very hard.

It's just that the physical fitness of the original body is too poor, and he used a lot of methods to replenish his body, so he barely managed to swing the sword nearly 7,000 times in a month.

I took a bucket of water and washed it off to wash away the sweat and fatigue on my body.

Changing into clean clothes, Jiang Changkong moved his slender body, looked at the outside of the courtyard, and looked in contemplation.

"Judging from the current situation, ordinary meat can only barely replenish the body's energy, and it will not have much effect on greatly improving the strength of the body."

"If you want to improve and strengthen your physical body, you have to find a way to get some money to buy a strong body......

Zhuang Body Powder is made from various medicinal materials, which has a great effect on the refining of the body of martial artists.

But the price is also very expensive, a pack costs twenty taels of silver, and ordinary warriors can't afford it.

And using his salary that can only maintain food and clothing to buy an expensive strong body refining body is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"But...... Where do you go to get money? ”

Jiang Changkong frowned.

Hunt?

Jiang Changkong immediately denied it.

This world is very chaotic, with his current strength, he went to the mountains to hunt, and in the end he couldn't hunt, but he might become prey.

What's more, he doesn't have any Orion experience either.

If you want to hunt, I'm afraid you need at least the second grade of martial arts to be a little safe.

Otherwise, the little prey he hunted could only be regarded as a livelihood, and it would be impossible to assist him in his cultivation at all.

Moreover, even if it is a second grade of martial arts, if you are not careful, you may lose your life.

There are demons in the mountains.

No, the Black Wu Weijiang Farewell of the Demon Slayer Division stationed in Nanping Town, that is, the head of their patrol house, went to the Qingshan Stream in the south of Nanping Town alone a few days ago to investigate the demons, and he has not come back yet.

That's when it happened.

Disheveled!

The door was violently pushed open, and team member Zhang Hu walked in quickly with a bloodied man on his back.

He was followed by Wang Dazhuang, who was thin and nervous.

Seeing Jiang Changkong, Zhang Hu hurriedly said: "Quick, make the bed, the adult is injured!" ”

Looking at the burly Zhang Hu on his back, this man covered in blood, with his head drooping, his face black and purple, and his breath like a gossamer, Jiang Changkong was suddenly startled.

Jiang farewell!

He's not just hurting, he's going to die!

"I'll go find a doctor!"

Jiang Changkong hurriedly said.

Just about to run out, Wang Dazhuang hurriedly said, "Zhao Long has already gone." ”

When Jiang Changkong heard this, he immediately turned around and went straight to the house, put away the quilt, and quickly cleaned up the bed.

Zhang Hu carefully put Jiang Bieli down on the bed.

Only then did Jiang Changkong see that there was a large blood stain on Jiang Bieli's chest, and he saw a huge wound torn open by the muscles on his chest, and the blood kept gushing out, and the blood was mixed with some black.

Perhaps it was because he touched the wound, Jiang Bieli snorted, and his black-purple emaciated face twitched.

After a while, the doctor arrived.

Zhao Long carried the medicine box on his back.

The two trotted into the house briskly.

As soon as he arrived at the house, Zhao Long quickly opened the medicine box.

But when Doctor Qin Lao saw Jiang Farewell, he sighed deeply and said, "Don't take the medicine, it's hopeless." ”

"The heart has been penetrated, and there is a demonic aura that corrodes the whole body, even the Great Luo Immortal has no power to return to the sky."

"If it weren't for Master Jiang's strong strength and protecting his heart with qi and blood, he wouldn't have been able to hold on to it at all."

"You're going to say goodbye."

Qin Lao hugged his fists to Jiang Bieli, bowed, and then left without looking back.

Jiang Bieli knew that his limit had come, so he slowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth at this time.

Obviously, I wanted to explain something.

Jiang Changkong hurriedly helped his body up, and put a quilt behind him.

Jiang Bieli slowly lay down and leaned on the quilt, first closed his eyes, and then opened them again, his eyes were much brighter than just now.

The spirit has also come back a bit.

He stretched out his hand and laboriously took off the waist card from his waist, looked at the three of them, and said slowly: "I am very pleased that you have done your duty during the time that I have been guarding Nanping Town......

Speaking of this, he took a breath, and his originally black-purple face was a little bright, but his eyes were slightly dark.

"Originally, it was supposed to be paid in three days, but I used your salary...... Ahem......"

Everyone's faces suddenly twitched.

But no one said anything.

What else can be said?

Say a month for nothing?

Don't say anything, people are going to die, so it's a salute.

Jiang Changkong was also sighing secretly in his heart: When he met such a boss, he could only consider himself unlucky.

“…… Ahem, fortunately, I still have some pension after I die, as long as you hold my token and go to the Demon Town Division, you can get it......"

Jiang Bieli, who breathed a sigh of relief, continued.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

When Jiang Changkong heard this, he thought about it quickly in his heart.

Jiang Bieli is the black martial guard of the Demon Division of Dachu Town, and he is also a character in the organization, and the pension for death will definitely not be less, and it is estimated that there will be at least dozens or hundreds of taels.

If he can get this pension, then he will be able to buy Zhuang Body San, and he can break through to the second rank of martial arts in a shorter time.

This will be crucial to his cultivation!

This world is very dangerous, and even a master like Jiang Bieli can't control his own fate, which makes him more and more eager for strength.

Jiang Changkong looked at Jiang Bieli, suddenly his face was full of sadness, and he shouted: "Second uncle!! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened.

it!

What's the situation?

Jiang Bieli was also taken aback by Jiang Changkong's sudden title.

"Second uncle! I know you're my long-lost second uncle!! ”

Jiang Changkong grabbed Jiang Bieli's arm and said with a sad face.

The crowd's faces twitched.

Why is this shameless?

Although they are both surnamed Jiang, everyone knows that Jiang Changkong and Jiang are not related to each other, and they can't fight with eight poles.

And Jiang Beili is only twenty-seven years old, you kid is nineteen, and you even recognize the second uncle!

Or at this time.

Obviously, this thing wants to monopolize the pension?!!