The little beggar was full, and her belly was round, and this was the only full meal she had eaten in more than a year, not the rancid meal that others gave away.

She hugged her little sister, and the two of them squeezed into the humble bed and slept. The two little people slept very sweetly......

In her sleep, the little beggar subconsciously hugged the little one in her arms, which was the only comfort in her heart. A small person, but also take care of the smaller person......

Zhou Sheng covered the door, cut the frozen raw beef in the yard into slices, and ate it raw. Beef melts in his stomach, his stomach is very digestive, and stomach acid can even melt dry wood. What Zhou Sheng needs now is nutrition, enough nutrition......

His bones, every moment, have to absorb a lot of nutrients, coupled with the vigorous metabolism in the body, consume a lot of nutrients.

He now punches out the power of an elephant, and these are all nutrients to consume. Throw up to three punches a day, and any more will deplete your body's potential. The nutrients consumed by punching are almost equivalent to a sheep.

An old cow belly, Zhou Sheng's body was boiling, the blood was flowing, the whole body was steaming, and the snowflakes in the sky fell on him, all of which melted into snow water. The fat in the body is burning, leaving only the finest muscles, and every trace of muscle is as tough and strong as a steel wire.

"I'm eating too much now, and a cow is enough for me for three hours. I'll be hungry again, this is still inactive, if you practice boxing, the physical strength consumed is large, then it will last for half an hour. It's a pity that all my money is in the small study, otherwise I would buy a lot of medicinal herbs and use ginseng snow lotus to support the nutrients consumed......"

Zhou Sheng's guy didn't have anything by his side, and the weapons of the monk and the old Taoist could also be sold for money, but the size was too big, and it was inconvenient to carry around, so he could only go back and take it out after a few days.

His ears moved, and the footsteps within three hundred meters around him could be heard clearly, and there were five people rushing here, and according to the frequency of their breathing and the amount of breathing, they could judge their physical condition, these were five young and powerful men.

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The one-eyed dragon and the others walked over slowly, and when they saw Zhou Sheng staring at them, they couldn't help but feel angry when they saw the fear that ordinary people showed when they saw them. spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and scolded: "Go, teach this girl who can only sell her ass a lesson......"

Zhou Sheng's eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "Who do you say is the girl who sells her ass?"

"So what about you, boy, what's the matter, dissatisfied?"

"Dogs can't spit ivory ...... out of their mouths"

"Damn, who do you say is a dog, boy, it's crooked!"

The one-eyed dragon was furious, here, he was the Emperor of the Earth, and no one dared to scold him.

"Brothers, do this kid......"

Several people pulled out their scimitars, the snow-white blade, shining dazzling under the heavy snow, the cold knife light, and the brush split.

The one-eyed dragon had a sinister smile, he liked to see this kind of frightened look before dying, and seeing the pale face of the person under the knife made him feel a very strong sense of sufficiency. It's a pity that he didn't see it this time.

The scimitar slashed at Zhou Sheng, and in Zhou Sheng's eyes, these people were too slow.

Just before the blade was about to slash him, the body around him flashed slightly, and the scimitar slashed past his body.

Poof, he looked at the ground, and Zhou Sheng also punched and smashed into the chest of the one-eyed dragon, this punch, he only used thirty percent of his strength, but he also had three thousand strength. Three thousand catties of strength, concentrated in one fist, is enough to pierce a person's chest.

"Click"

The one-eyed dragon flew upside down, and the goggle on his chest snapped. He couldn't help but shrink his eyes, he met a master, this heart guard was made of stainless steel, just to prevent being killed one day, but he didn't expect to save his life today......

Thinking of this, he endured the pain, got up from the ground with a wheel, and hurriedly arched his hand: "This brother, the younger brother has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope to forgive me, I will leave now, and I dare not disturb."

After saying that, he took the desire of the people to retreat.

Zhou Sheng snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Do you think this is a play house, this is a desperate knife, it's not that if you don't want to fight, you won't fight......"

"This brother, don't do too much, we have relented, according to the rules, it is time to release people. This is the territory of the second brother Hei, and we are all his people. As long as this matter is revealed today, we will all be brothers in the future."

"Whoever comes to this set of rules with you, let's break a few bones first......"

Zhou Sheng deceived himself, his figure was like lightning, flashing one shadow after another, and these people couldn't catch his true body at all.

"It's so fast, it's not good, Xiao Wu, leave quickly, go to find Brother Hei, we'll hold him back......"

Zuihou faced a thin young man, brushed away, his legs were flying, and his legs were running too fast.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Four punches, Zhou Sheng made four punches, and the four of them lay on the ground, and at least three bones were broken on each person's body.

Zhou Sheng exhaled a breath of white gas, the white gas condensed but did not disperse, and after leaving Sanzhang, it slowly disappeared. This is to exhale like a sword, compressing the air flow in the lungs so that the air flow has the function of penetrating the human body. Although Zhou Sheng is far from exhaling and killing, he is also getting started.

He can now smash a vase three feet away by spitting out a mouthful of water, which requires precise regulation of muscles such as the mouth and throat and stomach.

The one-eyed dragon was lying on the ground, secretly regretting in his heart, he had encountered a hard stubble, but he was not worried, the person in front of him just broke a few bones of himself, and he didn't dare to kill himself, as long as he went back to cultivate for two days, he would be able to be fierce.

The name of Hei Er, here, is more effective than the name of the saint today. Today, the Holy God will not control you, but Hei Er can control you.

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Seeing the kid who ran away, Zhou Sheng didn't chase after him. All he has to do now is to fight people, find out his flaws and suitable fighting methods, practice makes perfect, and squeeze his potential in battle.

Recuperate, fight, recuperate, fight again......

If you want to improve your strength and go to Zhou Xing for revenge, you need enough liliang, he doesn't want to wait until two or three hundred years later to have enough liliang to take revenge, and Zhou Xing will already die of old age by then.

The lifespan of human beings, even if they can cultivate, is not as long as that of many monsters. The sage of the human race can live for 800 years, which is the limit, and no elixir can resist it. And many monsters, such as old snakes, turtles, etc., have a long life.

The lifespan of a human being in the Gang Realm is two hundred and thirty-two years, which can only be less, not more. If you fall into the root of the disease when you are young, it is surprising that you can survive for 200 years.

After breathing a little bit of breathing, Zhou Sheng controlled the blood and qi in his body, and used every part of nutrition where it should be used.

The surroundings are quiet and no one comes out to see the excitement. Here, to see the excitement is to die.

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Time passed, and the snowflakes fell in the sky. This snow has been falling for more than half a month, and it hasn't stopped since it entered winter.

Zhou Sheng licked his somewhat dry lips, and the cold snowflakes hit his face, making his cheeks tingle slightly.

The cold wind was blowing, and he was wearing a thin white coat fluttering, and he really had the temperament of a master.

In the distance, a figure dressed in black walked slowly, he seemed to walk very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he walked a distance of hundreds of meters.

With every step, the snow around the man in black melted, and the qi and blood on his body were so strong that he could burn the ghost ghost alive.

The man in black is a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he carries a knife behind him, a blood-colored scimitar!!

This knife has a thin blade, a narrow back, and two blood grooves on both sides of the blade, with dried black-brown blood stains on it, and it should drink human blood for a long time!

Seeing the man in black, the one-eyed dragon endured the pain, got up from the ground, bowed down and said, "Brother Hei, the little one has embarrassed you......"

Hei Er's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, he just pulled out the knife behind his back, and said lightly: "Please!"

"Good!"

Zhou Sheng felt that the person who came was a master, and his fighting spirit was boiling, so he decided to have a good fight.

Black two is a pure martial artist, polishing his body and combat skills. This kind of person, Liliang is far from being comparable to Fang Shi. Fang Shi borrowed more weapons, the natural force of heaven and earth. Martial artists, on the other hand, rely on fists and moves.

Hei Eryi's martial arts have reached the seventh level of health preservation, and if he takes another step, he will be able to take a step.

The rank of the warrior is also divided into health, great martial artist, grandmaster, great grandmaster, and sage. Corresponds to the cultivation level of the alchemist. Although they have a lot less attack means, they rely on pure attack power, and they are indeed the strongest in their class.

There are hundreds of schools, and the warriors are kings at the same level.

One drink and one peck, heaven and earth are fair. If a martial artist wants to advance, he is very slow, and it is difficult to polish his body.

Just like Zhou Sheng, if he takes the Fang Shi route alone, relying on his current level of divine soul, he can already be regarded as an out-of-body minimum, but cultivating martial arts is still only the second stage of health preservation.

Hei Er's liliang also has the power of two elephants, which is equivalent to the peak of the out-of-body body, far greater than the strength of a monk who has already passed his prime.

Hei Er's knife flashed with blood, and the blade of the knife sounded slightly, as if he was already hungry and thirsty, and wanted to suck human blood.

Zhou Sheng sighed secretly in his heart: "Good knife."

A kick kicked a scimitar at his feet, the knife that the one-eyed dragon had dropped to the ground. To deal with this kind of master, Zhou Sheng didn't dare to fight with his bare hands, and he might be cut off his fingers. Although after cutting it off, he can still ask that person to help him grow it, but people are willing to help him, if he asks too much, it makes people annoying, maybe he will be given up.

Zhou Sheng held the scimitar in both hands, slashed around, tried the strength, and gradually became familiar with it. This scimitar weighs more than a dozen catties, and if you want to wield it freely, you need to have at least 100 catties of arm strength, but for Zhou Sheng, this is a tattered plastic, too light!

"Your knife is too light, use my knife!" Hei Er's brush separated the blood knife in his hand, and Zhou Sheng saw clearly that the two knives were stacked together just now.

A blood-colored scimitar was thrown in front of Zhou Sheng by Hei Er, and it was neatly inserted into the frozen soil like tofu.

Zhou Sheng picked up the knife and weighed it, this thin knife was three hundred kilograms.

"This is the Blood Shadow Knife used by the King of the Grassland, which is made from blood steel, a special mineral material in the Western Regions, and ink stone. Only the most elite grassland troops can be equipped, and these two were captured by me when I went to the battlefield. Every time you get out of the knife, you have to nourish it with human blood in order to maintain the spiritual ...... in the knife."

Zhou Sheng felt a spirituality in the knife, like an arm command, easily chopping, a falling snowflake turned into two halves from the middle, and continued to fall.

Zhou Sheng sighed in his heart, it was really a treasure knife, if it was an ordinary knife, it could also split snowflakes, but the knife wind brought up could make the snowflakes that were turned in half into pieces. And this knife does not have a trace of knife style, just like a peerless assassin, and will definitely not waste the slightest bit of strength.

Zhou Sheng nodded, signaling that he was ready.

Hei Er's face was still cold and ruthless, and he said lightly: "Use all your strength, or I will kill you." I'm not going to show mercy......"

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed with determination, and he said calmly: "Me too!"

"Okay, I hope to have a good fight today, it's been a long time since anyone dared to challenge me......"

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The black two knives out, the snowflakes are quiet, and the space seems to freeze.

It's an illusion, like waking up from a dream and the feeling of time being out of order. The knife was too fast, and the fast snowflakes had already come to three inches of Zhou Sheng's neck in front of him.

"Fast, ruthless, accurate"

This is Heiji's knife, there are no fancy skills, only the most ordinary and practical knife techniques!!

Many people know these three points, but it is one thing to understand, and it is another thing to be able to do it, without more than ten years of immersion, no one can be so accurate.

Zhou Sheng's neck was stimulated by the knife, and he got a few goosebumps, and the blade stretched out flat, blocking in front of the cut knife.

"Sonorous"

There was a crashing sound, and the surrounding snowflakes scattered.

Zhou Sheng snorted and took three steps back, while Hei Er also took half a step backwards slightly.

Zhou Sheng's eyes shrank, and his fingers were constantly numb from the shock, the biggest feature of this black second knife is that it is fast. Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken, just now he was able to capture the shadow of the sword, but also with keen perception, after all, his spirit is very strong.

Fast, and liliang big!

Zhou Sheng snorted: "Come again!"

Carrying a knife, he rushed forward.

"Keng Pit"

With the collision of the knife body, Zhou Sheng was also tired, every time he captured the knife body, it took a lot of experience, and then resisted, the vast huge force, so that his wrist was numb.

Zhou Sheng used a knife for the first time, and it was not as good as Hei Er's immersion in knives all his life.

Focus is the only way to succeed, Zhou Sheng has learned too much, too much, but there is no refinement.

After a quarter of an hour, Zhou Sheng's strength could no longer keep up, his speed was full, his physical strength had been consumed too much, and his body's blood sugar had dropped. I couldn't help but go backwards, take a few breaths, let the cold air stimulate my lungs, and let my spirits lift. Exhaustion flashed in the depths of his eyes, but Zhou Sheng understood that now was not the time to rest.

Hei Er's face was also a little pale, he didn't understand, the young man in front of him was not as strong as his own fighting, and his knife skills were not as sharp as his own, and Weishenme could still resist it for so long?

"Zuihou one move, solve you!"

Hei Er's knife has changed, if it was fast just now, it has become fast but not fast now. He was busy when he slashed down, but there were shadows of knives.

"A thousand waves!"

"This knife technique was created when I watched the high tide, a knife rises, a thousand waves, a thousand heavy knife shadows, a wave is stronger than a wave."

In front of Zhou Sheng's eyes, he seemed to see a series of knife shadows, densely packed, and there were thousands of them.

He endured fatigue and lost more energy, trying to find the real blade from the thousands of sword shadows, but there was a flower in front of him, and it seemed that every sword shadow was real.