Ningguo, the main altar of the Wuji Holy Sect in Daping Mountain, enters the funeral hall.

Tangkou specially enclosed a piece of land on the side of Daping Mountain as the living place of Tangkou's disciples.

The entrance of the Wuji Holy Sect has an inner courtyard and an outer courtyard.

The outer courtyard was where a group of ordinary disciples slept in the Chase Shop.

The inner courtyard environment is relatively comfortable, usually with eight people as a small courtyard, of course, there are also four-person courtyards and double courtyards.

As for living by yourself, that's a big deal, at least you have to be a first-class master to be eligible.

Of course, there's a backdoor.

That is to spend money to rent a yard.

However, many of the Holy Sect disciples are almost poor and have no money to rent, so they can only sleep in a large bunk or improve their strength to enter the inner courtyard.

The martial artists of the rivers and lakes are divided by strength, and the qualifications for the inner and outer courtyards of the Wuji Holy Sect are naturally divided by strength.

Song Zhong is a second-rate master, and he can barely be regarded as "entering the house" in the martial arts, and there was originally a place for Song Zhong in the inner courtyard, but it was a courtyard of four people.

Song Zhong was not used to living in the courtyard of four people, so he frequently received tasks to receive silver tickets, until half a year ago, he received the second level of the land list task to achieve, and the reward was one hundred and eighty taels of silver tickets, and Song Zhong rented a double courtyard that day.

In the courtyard, in front of the room, there was a stone table and four stone benches.

On both sides of the stone table are two trees, the one on the left is a date tree, and the one on the right is also a date tree.

Song Zhong practiced martial arts in the courtyard on weekdays.

Especially the swordsmanship, because the courtyard is quite spacious, it will not be tied when it is used, and the entry is quite fast.

With his back to the date tree, sit cross-legged with his sword resting horizontally on his legs.

Closing his eyes tightly, Song Zhong recalled the moves of the Qin family sword.

In his mind, there were two swordsmen who were constantly practicing their swordsmanship.

One swordsman looks like him, and the other swordsman looks like Qin Million.

The two sides slashed each other, and the swordsmanship was fierce and domineering. Especially Qin Million's Qin Family Sword, which is even more fierce and terrifying.

After a long time, Song Zhong suddenly opened his eyes, quickly drew his sword with his right hand, and swept forward.

"Boom!"

A sword swept the stone bench in front of him, and the stone bench shook a few times, and five or six cracks appeared, and the cracks spread out, covering the entire stone bench.

Song Zhong stepped forward and touched the surface of the stone bench, and the stone bench cracked, and a few fine stones fell down.

"The Qin family sword really lives up to its reputation, the rivers and lakes only say that the Qin family sword is a human-level swordsmanship, but now it seems that the rumors are wrong, this sword book should have the level of yellow-level swordsmanship. Song Zhong muttered.

The sword is sheathed, and it is not at the waist.

Song Zhong grabbed the stone table with both hands, and with a slight force, he lifted the stone table past his chest.

The stone table weighed more than 300 catties, and it took him a lot of effort to lift it a month ago, but he didn't expect to go out to Santang County for a trip, and it had become easy to lift the stone table.

"Boom, boom. ”

He lifted it more than ten times and finally exhausted it.

At this moment, he had a new understanding of his arm strength.

"Tick tick" sweat falls to the ground, staining wet clothes, I'm afraid it can wring out water.

But he hasn't stopped yet.

He began to wave his fists.

Suddenly, there was a gust of fist wind in the courtyard.

After a while, he began to practice light skills again.

With his feet exerting his strength, his body stepped on the wall of the courtyard and ran quickly, a little faster than a month ago...

An hour later, Song finally stopped training.

He was just about to go back to his room to take a shower when he heard footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps were very hurried, not much better than the ants on a hot pan.

He looked sideways, and a fat man slammed open the gate of the yard, and the fat man's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell at the gate of the yard with a "poof".

Billowing smoke and dust rose and floated in the air, obscuring Song Zhong's vision.

Song Zhong pursed his lips and asked, "Wang Cheng, why are you so surprised?"

The fat man named Wang Cheng raised his head, revealing a fat face with a blue nose and swollen face.

As soon as Wang Cheng saw Song Zhong, he suddenly felt that his eyes had entered the wind and sand, and both eyes became red and moist.

"Brother, I was beaten. ”

"Don't call me brother, I'm not your brother, I'm ashamed. ”

"Hey, hey, there's no shame this time, it's Shan Yuancheng, the son of the White Tiger Hall Master, who did it. ”

"Isn't Shan Yuancheng a second-rate? With your King Kong not bad skills, I think he can't break through your defenses at all. ”

"So this bastard called a group of people to come up and beat me, and a dozen of them did it together! It's really shameless! Lao Tzu has never seen such a shameless person in his twenty years of life. ”

"Then you're standing and being beaten?"

"Lie down... Lying down, I couldn't stand on my feet and was pushed down..."

"I really convinced you, and you didn't listen to you when you were told to lose weight. ”

"I... I'm going to lose weight in the future!"

Wang Cheng hurriedly got up and walked to Song Sheng's side.

Song Zhong looked at Wang Cheng's appearance, he really couldn't figure out how Wang Cheng entered the Holy Sect.

This Wang Cheng's figure is too round, and his arms are thicker than Song Zhong's thighs, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a martial artist, but more like a stupid son of a landlord's family.

Especially when this fat man laughs, all the flesh on his face will be squeezed together, and only one eye gap can barely be exposed.

Song Zhong looked at it carefully and asked, "Are you fat again?"

"Ah, a little..."

......

......

In the room, Song Zhong took out ointment to help the fat man wipe his bruises.

This fat man is very righteous, Song Zhong was thin and poor when he first started, and he was inevitably bullied by other disciples.

It all relied on the fat man's fat flesh and strength to protect Song Zhong.

Song Zhong was very grateful, and every time he went to the cafeteria to eat, he would leave the chicken legs for the fat man, so the fat man became a good brother with Song Zhong.

The fat man's weight is too frightening, and his strength is terrifying.

Relying on his "extraordinary talent", the fat man actually managed to enter the realm of second-rate masters, and obtained the "King Kong is not bad" collected by the Holy Sect, which is really impressive.

The entire process of promotion from the third rate to the second rate was only two months later than Song Zhong.

Song Zhong is twenty-one years old this year, and he is one year old.

In other words, they became second-rate masters in their early twenties, much more powerful than many people in the rivers and lakes.

Many martial artists in the rivers and lakes have stopped at the second-rate realm in their lives.

The two of them can be said to be geniuses and dark horses that have not met for decades.

This is also the reason why Song Zhong is so sure that Shan Yuancheng can't break through the fat man's defense.

The fat man's defense, Rao is Song Zhong can't break it with a sword.

Song Zhong tried, and it probably took six swords.

"Shhhh It hurts, brother, lightly..."

"Damn, you have rough skin and thick meat, they can still beat you like this, and you still say that you are not ashamed. ”

"They were the ones who provoked first! They scolded me, and they scolded you. ”

"What are you scolding me?"

"They scolded you for raising a pig. ”

Song Zhong was stunned and dumbfounded.

After staring at the fat man for a long time, Song Zhong said: "They are not wrong, you are indeed like a pig." ”

"Damn, I'm going to lose weight tomorrow!"

I've heard that more than 800 times. ”