Boom!

The inside of the house, where the windows were closed and the doors were closed, was dark and dark, and Jia Tianxiang was practicing in a place four or five steps square in the back corner of the bed.

Although the place is small and restrictive, it is enough for Jia Tianxiang. The place is small and closed on all sides, but there is a feeling that the spirit does not diverge and is bound into a group.

Moving the large piece of flesh on his body, Jia Tianxiang felt that his body was gradually becoming stronger and stronger.

Holding his breath, he pressed his fists to his abdomen, Jia Tianxiang put out his fists together, stretched his waist forward, his head and neck erected, and hit a move "Iron Ox Ploughing the Field". Qi spat out with his fist, making a sound like a big buffalo.

The fists were pushed out, and they hit a two-finger-thick wooden board, and with a click, the board was broken in two.

It was a rather hard chestnut plank, and he came to test it.

"It's finally not powerless!"

After Jia Tianxiang broke the wooden board with his fists, he looked at his hands, closed his eyes, and was full of joy.

I used my thoughts to feel the bones of my limbs, waist and abdomen, chest, back, hands and buttocks, and casually compared the bone boxing technique in the vigorous mountain moving boxing twice, and found that the bones were like a blunt knife being sharpened on a whetstone, and gradually gave birth to a sharp edge.

As soon as the punch was thrown, a sharp piercing force could be perceived.

"After a little more practice, the bones of the whole body will be as hard as steel. However, the soul has grown, and the control of the mind over the physical body seems to be much more flexible. ”

Jia Tianxiang felt the changes in himself, and felt that cultivating the divine soul was also beneficial to martial arts.

"During the day, he quenched his body with "Vigorously Moving Mountain Fist", and practiced "Blood Prison Shura Sutra" at night, both at the same time. It is impossible to step into the realm of the Great Grandmaster and Martial Saint in a short period of time, and it is difficult for the Demon Dao to enter the level of human interest of condensing the demon fetus, but at least, it is necessary to aim for the Innate Realm and the Dacheng level of the Animal Dao!"

In the practice of "Blood Prison Shura Sutra", the level of human interest is equivalent to the stage of taking the big medicine in the Dan Dao and raising the holy womb, Jia Tianxiang pondered, which is equivalent to the realm of the martial saint in this martial arts realm.

Time flies by day by day.

Autumn is going to winter, and the weather is getting colder.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Jia Tianxiang's mind.

"My physical body is still at the level of muscle training, and I haven't broken through to bone training. As for the innate realm, there is still a long way to go. And the cultivation of the Demon Dao, because of the lack of blood food, although it has already penetrated the right vein with the true fire of the stars in the heavenly capital, it is still far from the completion of the Animal Dao. ”

However, it seems that turmoil in the frontier is about to start, and the imperial court has begun to recruit troops. ”

"I might be able to join in. Once on the battlefield, there must be a lot of killing, and I will take this opportunity to collect the essence of blood. ”

"Even, I can raise the demon of Jidu with the killing machine on the battlefield, so that it can be transformed into a real demon, instead of the image that my spirit has imagined. ”

"Second, you can also fight for a background and repay the cause and effect. ”

"That's it!"

"Even if the northern Xinjiang is the Longtan Tiger's Den, you have to break through!"

"Outside the city, the army of Xiping Marquis Muying set up camp, and I heard that it will go out in March. ”

Around the capital, a large number of young and strong men gathered towards the camp.

"In the future, the border war will be chaotic, the imperial court will recruit soldiers, let's go and enlist!"

"The Marquis of Xiping, a famous family, follow Lord Mu, go into battle to kill the enemy in the future, make meritorious contributions, immediately become a marquis, add an official to the knighthood, just around the corner!"

These young men flocked to the Mu Ying military camp, obviously wanting to join the army.

Jia Tianxiang mixed in with those young and middle-aged men and entered the Mu army camp.

The person in charge of the recruitment of the Mu army was a bearded man about thirty years old and an officer.

Jia Tianxiang just glanced at this beard, and judging from his outfit, he knew that this person was not a general, and he couldn't even reach the position of captain, at most he was a centurion.

Five steps have five lengths, ten steps have what they are long, and a hundred steps have a hundred lengths.

"You, you, into the boot camp!"

"You, you, a few of you, thin and bamboo poles, you don't have eight taels of meat on your body, you can only be a servant and a man!"

The bearded centurion selected a few able-bodied men from among the people and filled them into the new barracks. As for the other relatively thin people, they were not even qualified to become recruits, and could only serve as servants in the army.

Not all of the 5,000-strong army were elite soldiers who could go into battle to kill the enemy.

At least 3,000 are "servants"!

Generally speaking, servants in the army are not even qualified to be equipped with weapons and armor, and are responsible for carrying baggage and other work in the army. Open roads in the mountains, build bridges in the water, heavy labor, but the status is very low. Some armies even let their servants charge forward and act as cannon fodder before they go into battle.

Jia Tianxiang died a few times before, although he was the same height as an adult, at least seven feet five inches, but his body was still slightly thin.

Among the "servants" counted by the bearded centurion, there was Jia Tianxiang.

"Will I be a servant?"

Jia Tianxiang's eyelids drooped, and his body remained motionless.

"It is rumored that the Marquis of Xiping, Lord Mu, is a corporal, but he didn't expect that the people under him would only judge people by their appearance. ”

"That's it, Mu Jun's threshold is too high, and he can't climb down the heights, so he can only find another way to make a living!"

As soon as his figure moved, Jia Tianxiang left directly.

"Huh, boy, how can I come and leave if you want to come to my Mu army camp!" Seeing that Jia Tianxiang was leaving, the bearded centurion's face sank.

"You were asked to be a servant, and you refused to accept it?"

"Hehe, with your small body, I will give you a pair of armor and a weapon, I'm afraid you can't bear it or hold it. If you can afford to dance this spear, General Ben will let you into the new barracks. If you can't dance, give me obediently to be a servant and a man!" The bearded centurion stretched out his hand and pulled a spear next to him, buzzed, and threw it at Jia Tianxiang.

Click!

Seeing that the spear was about to smash on Jia Tianxiang's body, Jia Tianxiang gently stretched out his left hand, clicked, and firmly held the wooden handle of the spear.

"This kind of weapon is too light!"

The deep words came out of his mouth, and Jia Tianxiang grabbed the long-handled wooden handle with both hands and slashed violently.

Click!

A crisp sound came out, and the spear was directly broken under Jia Tianxiang's wave, half of it was still in Jia Tianxiang's hand, and the other half buzzed out dozens of feet, poof, and the tip of the spear sank into the ground.

"Shhh

The sound of gasping and cool air came out, and the bearded centurion stared at Jia Tianxiang with a face full of disbelief.

Some of the soldiers and men of the Mu army next to him were already stunned with fright, and their bodies stiffened.

"Swing the spear all at once?"

"How can he have such strength with such a small body?"

The soldier of Mu Jun had a surprised face and whispered.

"Shut up!"

"In the barracks, no noise!"

But at this moment, a thunderous explosion came out.

I don't know when, a team of heavy infantry appeared at the recruiting office, this group of infantry wearing heavy armor, holding spears, and a full set of equipment is afraid that it weighs a hundred pounds. The first person was in his thirties, with a square face, a height of eight feet and five inches, strong qi and blood, between one breath and one inhalation, there seemed to be blood and qi tumbling out of his nostrils, and he was actually a strong man at the peak level of bone training.

"It's Wang Meng, the leader of the spear battalion!"

Seeing this group of soldiers, the soldiers of the Mu army who had been talking about it before were all silent.

Even the bearded centurion in charge of the conscription shrank his head and did not dare to speak.

The spear battalion is the elite of the Mu army. An army of a hundred battles!

"You!"

In this team of heavy armored infantry, the leader of the peak of bone training stretched out his hand and pointed at Jia Tianxiang.

"The strength is not bad, and from today onwards, I will be in my spear battalion!" he exclaimed.

"No!"

Jia Tianxiang clenched his fists with both hands and shouted in a deep voice.

"Captain Wang Meng of the spear battalion? This is a first-class master, and he can even pass on his skills. Hey, such a person, it's just a lieutenant?" After agreeing, Jia Tianxiang secretly looked at the spear battalion commander in front of him.