Hard work, I don't count

Chapter 9 The Strength of the Village Chief

What Wei Long was worried about didn't happen, everything was as usual, only Wei Tianhu's legs and feet were a little weak, but their physical fitness was already very strong, so there was no serious problem.

No trouble was expected.

It seems that Wei Tianhu really swallowed this breath abruptly.

"Have you heard?" The uncle was discussing with his companions: "Yesterday, Wei Tianhu and his group of kids went crazy, they even drank like adults, stumbled and fell down the hillside."

"Where did they get the wine?" The people around lowered their voices and looked at Wei Tianhu who was gathering. It seemed that his legs and feet were really bad?

"Probably the four villages exchanged it from Qinghe Village a few days ago, and only that village knows how to make wine?" The uncle who brought up the topic was not sure, "These children are from extraordinary families, and drinking some wine will be great. "

"You are all young people, and you are still in the same group as Wei Tianhu." The uncle's heart moved, he looked at Wei Long beside him, and asked, "Do you know how many of them stumbled and fell off the hill last night?"

This uncle once advised Wei Long not to practice too much. He is a member of the investigation team of the first-line brigade and is usually well-informed.

Wei Long thought about it for a while, and it should be that Wei Tianhu and others were beaten violently for some reason.

Wei Long asked with concern on his face calmly: "I didn't hear that, I left early yesterday. Is Wei Tianhu okay? Aren't you recovering from your injuries today?"

"One generation is not as good as one generation." The uncle shook his head in disappointment when he saw Wei Long, "I think back then"

Speaking of this, the village chief Wei Shengjun has arrived at the head of the village. The hunting team members of different brigades and groups are in their positions. Wei Long also walked towards Wei Tianhu's group.

Originally Wei Long was vaguely rejected by them, but after last night's conflict, he was completely isolated.

Wei Tianhu watched Wei Long secretly, his eyes twitching.

Could it be that other people in the preparatory combat team were like this. They helped Wei Tianhu together last night and were beaten mercilessly.

After getting through the initial pain and calming down, these people have good vision, and Wei Long only needed one punch to defeat them.

After-the-fact analysis.

Not only did Wei Long move his blood perfectly, but his foundation was extremely solid, his qi and blood could be freely retracted, and he had already condensed to a deep red color. Of course, the most important thing was his attainment in the 'Bahuangzhen Prison Fist'.

Even if he was as strong as Wei Tianhu, he still couldn't pass a single move from Wei Long's hands, all of which meant that Wei Long's "Eight Desolation Town Prison Fist" had entered the room and far surpassed them.

Among the six people, two were resentful and wanted to beg their parents to teach Wei Long a lesson, while the other three were silent. In the end, Wei Tianhu kept everyone silent with his usual prestige.

For this reason, he made up a reason, fearing that his family members would inquire about his injuries.

"I want to get it back with my own hands. My father must not let this matter know, and no one else will know." Wei Tianhu looked at Wei Long from the corner of his eye. If this matter got out, six people would be violently beaten by Wei Long. It ruined his reputation for many years.

Wei Tianhu has ambitions. He is a man who will become the village chief in the future, and he will also leave Weizhuang Village.

"I'm used to hearing praises on weekdays, so I slack off a lot without knowing it. And Wei Long hides so deeply, it's good to beat me suddenly. After this fiasco, it actually sounded the alarm for me!"

Wei Tianhu had already heard the jokes about his drunken stumble, after all, there were few new things in the village, and he enjoyed the harsh words in the past.

Only as a training for oneself.

Wei Tianhu felt that he had grown up overnight, and thought to himself: "What is a failure, and it is a failure that no one knows about. I will work harder, improve my strength as much as possible, and with my father's help, three months of coming-of-age ceremony , I'll be number one."

Wei Tianhu exhaled lightly, looked at Wei Long and even laughed.

Walking up to him, he said in a low voice: "You have gained my approval. I even want to thank you. I have been far ahead of my peers since I was a child. It is you who made me put away my underestimation. As a treat for you In return, I will try to defeat you."

Before Wei Long could answer, Wei Tianhu continued, "This day will be very soon."

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"Today, the second-tier reserve team and the first-tier brigade are operating together."

The village head, Wei Shengjun, counted the numbers in the past and assigned the tasks to each group: He looked at the second-line reserve team where Wei Tianhu was, and said: "Even the young people who joined you at the latest have all adapted to the rhythm of the hunting team. Let’s take action together, so as not to develop arrogance.”

After finishing speaking, Wei Shengjun took a deep look at the preparatory combat team. Wei Long felt that the village chief seemed to have seen something and was warning him.

And Wei Tianhu also felt that his always serious father saw through his lame reason
Wherever Wei Shengjun looked, he felt that he was looking at himself.

Especially the seven people who had just experienced the conflict last night, each of them had something on their minds, and unconsciously propped up their bodies.

This time the two teams acted together, but most of the time the reserve team could only play small hands. A group of more than 50 people marched in an orderly manner in the old and verdant hunting ground.

"Look carefully! The essence of 'Bahuang Town Prison Fist' can only be seen in killing."

Wei Daqing's expression has always been cold, and now he reminds the reserve team to observe carefully.

Wei Long looked up, and there was a saber-toothed tiger looming above the mountain peak in the distance. It was so fast that it seemed to be flying in the wild forest.

The tiger was terrifying, it was more than three meters high, and its two huge sharp teeth gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and its terrifying aura could be felt from a long distance away.This is a powerful desolate beast that condenses a lot of true blood, not weaker than the earth dragon hunted and killed some time ago.

"There are more and more true blood desolate beasts that are rare these days." Wei Daqing muttered to himself.

He said to the crowd again, "Observe the village chief's battle carefully, and use the Bahuang Town Prison Fist on the saber technique. You must know that the Bahuang Town Prison Fist is a boxing practiced by the Iron Army of the Dayan Dynasty. It is the most fierce and unparalleled. At the deepest point, you can smash mountains with one punch!"

The team members who were assisted in the battle lay on the barren wood in the distance, set up their bows and arrows, and shot two arrows deep into the sabre-toothed tiger's buttocks, causing the wild beast to roar and run towards the team members who were sneaking up.

But at this time, Wei Shengjun shot out, his figure was as straight as a divine sword, and Shen Xi, who was as brilliant as the morning glow, appeared from nothing, but covered his whole body in an instant.

The truth of Bahuangzhen Prison Fist unexpectedly appeared, and the phantom of the wilderness manifested in an instant, covering a small forest. Wei Shengjun's attack from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic was completed in the blink of an eye.

And the long knife in his hand seemed to be cut out of purgatory.

The moment Wei Shengjun made a move, the jumping saber-toothed tiger felt something was wrong. Unfortunately, it had already exposed its abdomen, but it reacted quickly, and stopped chasing the human who sneaked up on it. The golden light flashed all over its body, trying to change direction in the air , but lost the opportunity.

I saw two ring-shaped blood-colored rays of light leaping out from Wei Shengjun's lower abdomen, and a light red sun-like life wheel was looming, and then the true meaning of the fist was shocked.

At this moment, not only the saber-toothed tiger, but also Wei Long behind him felt a heavy oppression, and felt that he was being held down by a huge force.

The saber-toothed tiger is also very special.

Under the coercion of the true meaning of boxing, the change of direction can be completed, the tiger's claws have been swung out under the pressure, the golden light gathers under the claws, and the golden wind blade is like a blade, going straight to Wei Shengjun.

It's going to be desperate.

However, Wei Shengjun was too sophisticated and used a heavy pendant, dodging the golden wind blade, flowing like clouds and flowing water, and the long knife full of Shen Xi shone to the extreme.

He bullied himself.

Boom!

The saber-toothed tiger flew upside down and was directly smashed to the ground, tearing a huge wound in its lower abdomen.

Wei Shengjun didn't give in a single step, he became more and more courageous as he fought, his blood boiled, Shen Xi shone, and his life wheel shone with light from time to time.

In just a few breaths, the desolate beast that had condensed a lot of true blood was hacked to death.

"This is a desolate beast that has condensed true blood, and it has given birth to miracles!" Someone said in shock.

Wei Long heard the discussion of the people around him, and he was also surprised by the fearfulness of the village chief, "That is the true meaning of boxing, something like coercion, which makes people unable to resist."

"It is worthy of being a strong man in the wheel of life."

This is the powerful strength of the life wheel cultivation base, killing a powerful desolate beast with a few swords, gushing blood, and shining in the sky.

According to Wei Long's observation, Wei Shengjun's strength must have exceeded [-] jin, which is very strong.

What's even more powerful is Wei Shengjun's amazing power control, his power-generating skills, his fighting awareness, and his understanding of the true meaning of the Bahuang Town Prison Fist, all of which are very powerful.

Wei Shengjun stood aside a little out of breath, and directly tore the flesh and blood of the saber-toothed tiger to recover.

The auxiliary team stepped forward to deal with the saber-toothed tiger's corpse.

"Is the life wheel shining on the village chief just now?" someone from the backup logistics team asked.

"That's the life wheel! The village chief is already a strong man with two life marks, and each life mark can add ten thousand catties to the village chief's strength."

Wei Daqing's tone was complicated, full of longing and regret, "And did you see it? The village head's life wheel is red, which means that before breaking through the life wheel, the village head had extraordinary accumulation, and the life fire he ignited was at least red. .And the redder the life fire, the higher the background qualifications. The life fire of ordinary people is only transparent, and the qualifications of the village chief are very extraordinary!"

Someone also asked, "Are all wild beasts without wisdom?"

"Of course not. Most of the desolate beasts are just mixed-blood desolate beasts, the lowest existence among desolate beasts. For example, the saber-toothed tiger is a desolate beast that condenses true blood, and it has some magical moves. The saber-toothed tiger has already initially possessed wisdom, but They still look clumsy compared to humans. And some real pure-blood wild beasts are even more cunning than humans."

Wei Daqing explained their confusion: "It is said that there are some pure-blooded desolate beasts that only condense true blood, and a drop of blood can overwhelm a mountain, and their appearance can directly destroy a country!"

after that.

Except for the saber-toothed tiger, all they saw were ordinary mixed-blood wild beasts, but they were all very strong.

Wei Long guessed that there were not many desolate beasts that condensed true blood, at least not many on the border of the Dayan Dynasty. As for the deeper and unknown wilderness, it is hard to say.

Wei Long and other young people in the reserve team followed Wei Daqing, and gradually discovered that the first-line brigade was very efficient in operations, and walked through the hunting ground in an orderly manner.

In contrast, the second reserve team is very young in all aspects.

A day of hunting passed by in a flash, and Wei Long got more than ten catties of saber-toothed tiger meat this time, and ate one again with a mouth full of oil.

However, this kind of meat condensed with true blood is already a treasure, and most of it needs to be offered to higher-level warriors for cultivation, and the village head alone can swallow half of it.

The stronger the strength, the more energy they need to absorb, and they can't add points as efficiently as Wei Long, so they can only refine with punches.

Back home, Wei Long's heart skipped a beat, and his body's energy was consumed rapidly.

In the twinkling of an eye, Shen Xi in his body made rapid progress, and he could achieve the achievements of ordinary people in a few months or even a year in a blink of an eye.

Shenxi value: 32
"The foundation of adding a little bit of improvement is also very solid, without the slightest instability."

Wei Long pays attention to the foundation and foundation, and often slows down, but he also has troubles: "With the remaining energy reserves from before, plus more than ten catties of real blood desolate animal meat, and other mixed blood desolate animal meat, It only increased the Shenxi value by nine points."

With the increase of Shen Xi, the energy required for ascension also continued to increase.

Wei Long's eyes showed a thoughtful look. With such a speed of progress, he didn't know when he would be able to enter the realm of life wheel and walk out of Weizhuang Village.

Living on the edge of the wilderness is not safe, and he doesn't want to stay in a small village all the time. To some extent, the speed of improvement is still too slow. Wei Long's eyes are firm, and he gradually has an idea.

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