The next day.

The rooster cries at dawn, and Wu Xin and Xin Wuwei consciously practice early, still practicing boxing and "pseudo-visualization", half of the time.

Wen Renzhong, Hongbo, and the two maids also followed, or watched, or practiced on their own.

With the experience of the Ziji Village attack, everyone is conscious and diligent, and they are eager to train into an army or achieve great achievements immediately.

Coupled with Wu Xin's boxing practice last night, Xin Wuwei's mental outlook and training mood have significantly improved.

At this time, Xin Wuwei gathered in a line, and the iron-blooded evil qi above his head was already visible to the naked eye, and purple had appeared in the middle part. It has only been a few days, and the efficiency of military training is shocking.

"Rigid, soft, light, heavy, grasping, winding, leading, penetrating, breaking ......"

Leading the army to practice boxing, Wu Xin practiced the "Martial God Wuji Fist" of nine hundred and eighty-one moves, not the "Martial God Nine Fists" of nine strokes.

The punch broke through the wind, and the void exploded.

Takeshin's physical strength and various states soared at a speed that could be felt, and even Takeshin himself was surprised.

When practicing boxing, the "Martial God Phantom" behind Wu Xin's qi and blood physique became more and more obvious, more and more condensed, like a purple cloud on his head.

In the iron-blooded evil qi that enveloped Xin Wuwei, the purple qi became thicker and thicker, and it was faintly visible that it slowly turned into a human form.

The birth of purple is not only the embodiment of the army's elite degree and prestige, but also feeds back to the soldiers, making the army's various states stronger, and the practice effect has also increased a lot, which is also one of the main reasons why many martial arts or poor families are willing to practice in the army.

It's just that this kind of increase and change of the military soul is a kind of subtle and long process, and it is not achieved overnight.

After practicing boxing, while Xinwuwei's blood was boiling and his spirit was greatly boosted, he began to "pseudo-visualize"!

Wu Xin stood in front of the team, and his mind was meditating on the "Martial God Statue", which made the Martial God Statue in the sea of knowledge in the upper dantian more condensed and realistic.

At this time, it is also the time of Wuxin's cultural cultivation, which is just the time for personal cultivation and military training, which is correct!

Xin Wuwei stood straight, staring at Wu Xin with all his attention, imprinting everything about Wu Xin in his heart, and figuring out Wu Xin's breath, momentum, and even demeanor, expression, etc.

In fact, the vast majority of believers and guards do not know the use of "pseudo-visualization", nor do they think that there is any concrete effect. It's just that I still did it meticulously!

What Wu Xin and Xin Wuwei didn't know was that although this method of training the army was a "pseudo-visualization", it was also a kind of visualization, and it was still effective for the improvement of spiritual power.

In the long run, Xinwuwei's spiritual power will become higher and higher.

This will also be one of the main differences between Shin Wuwei and the Demon Army.

......

Three poles on the sun.

Wu Xin still left the inn with last night's lineup.

The ancient city of Handan in the morning is already very lively, with people coming and going, people are boiling, and the traffic is busy.

Let Wu Xin side the goal is that there are too many people with swords and swords on the street.

Even a little kid in ragged clothes, with a thin figure like an eight- or nine-year-old child, was carrying a broken knife a little taller than him, which made Wu Xin quite speechless, did it make sense to bring a knife?

Another point is that the ancient city of Handan has a lot of different costumes, barbaric or barbaric atmosphere, there are many more than Wucheng.

The rumor that the ancient city of Handan was once the land of a large barbarian tribe before civilization is not groundless.

Observing all the way, Wen Renzhong suddenly said in an excited tone: "Young Master, I've been walking for a long time, go in and sit?"

Wu Xin was stunned, and found that he had unconsciously come to the Phantom Building, and said angrily: "Visiting the Qinglou early in the morning, aren't you afraid of dying young? What kind of ......thing do you think about all day long?"

"It's not ...... Are you worried that the young master will miss Miss Xiao (the flower on the other side)?hehe......" Wen Renzhong replied embarrassedly.

"It's important to get down to business!" Wu Xin replied.

Wen Renzhong's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to answer: "That's it!

Wu Xin rolled his eyes, too lazy to take care of him!

After another meal, Wu Xin and the others came to an old and magnificent mansion.

"Young Master, this is the Hundred Battles Martial Arts Pavilion, and the subordinates have already negotiated with the hall master last night!"

Wu Meng explained in a timely manner, and then explained: "Because the income of the martial arts hall is not good, the qualification has been banned, so there is no plaque for the time being!"

Wu Xin nodded, and led the crowd towards the gate of the mansion......

Just a few steps, a group of more than a dozen people walked out of the mansion quickly, led by a young man with gray hair and a frosty face, not because he was old, it should be because of overwork.

"Welcome to Master Wu and all the adults, Peng Shen is shining!"

The middle-aged man clasped his fists and shouted from afar, and when the words fell, he came to the front and bowed down again and apologized: "If you miss the distance, please forgive your sins!"

The words were polite and humble, but Wu Xin saw that the prime of life was a little awkward, and it seemed that he had made an act against his will, obviously the life of the martial arts hall was really not good, so he apologized for returning the salute: "Long admire the power of the thunderbolt knife!

Pavilion Master Cheng's face was a little unnatural, his lips squirmed a few times, and he said poorly: "Please!"

"Not very sociable, more clumsy, seeing that he is still working hard to maintain the martial arts hall, he should be a kind person!"

Wu Xin secretly commented on himself, so he politely followed inward.

The rivers and lakes urge people to grow old!

Only in the name of the thunderbolt knife, it can be seen that the owner of the Cheng Pavilion was high-spirited and fiery back then.

Through the gate of the mansion, I came to a square of thousands of square meters, which was quite tidy, but it was difficult to hide the traces and breath of the fallen, but it was enough to prove that the Hundred Battles Martial Arts Hall was once glorious.

In the square, there were three or four hundred people standing at this time, ranging from seven or eight years old to old men with pale beards.

"So much, so much?"

Wu Xin's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Wu Meng with some displeasure.

Wu Meng's face was frosty, and he said coldly: "Pavilion Master Cheng, we didn't seem to say that last night, right? These are all disciples of your Martial Arts Pavilion? Children and old people, what are we going to do here?

This time, Wu Xin and others came to the martial arts hall to supplement Xin Wuwei and prepare some personnel to serve as servants.

In the first battle of Ziji Village, Xinwuwei suffered more than ten casualties, but there were also more than 200 war horses, so it was natural to replenish. And war horses are rare, it's too wasteful to sell them!

Because of the special nature of Xinwuwei, Wuxin decided to buy out, rather than hire or recruit, and find martial arts disciples to ensure loyalty and average combat power to the greatest extent.

Pavilion Master Cheng's face turned red, and he arched his hand apologetically towards Wu Meng, not knowing what to say, he looked at Wu Xin again and said:

"Wu ...... Master Wu! These people are all disciples of the martial arts hall, and they are all willing to sell themselves as slaves and follow the adults to Jurong City! I promise that all of them are absolutely loyal, absolutely voluntary, and have a foundation in martial arts, and will not become a burden, so Lord Wu will regard them as doing good deeds!"

This is the first time that Wu Xin has solemnly ordered, and he has done an errand, and the actions of the dead soldiers are relatively strictly prohibited.

Wu Meng was immediately annoyed and reprimanded: "Good deeds will not become a burden? From north to south, the road is far away. We all rode on horseback, and Master Cheng was sure that they could all ......"

“......”

Wu Xin waved his hand to stop Wu Meng's reprimand, and sighed: "Okay! If you can, who is willing to sell your body? Bring their information, it's definitely not possible, the road is long and dangerous, and you can't bring so many people!"

Wu Xin finally knew why the famous thunderbolt knife was so miserable!

However, it can be seen that he is indeed a kind and benevolent person!