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Chapter 2

Yan Ji glanced at the message conveyed by the card, and then at Mu Xiang, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Yan Ji sorted out the memories of this body, and understood that Mu Xiang was the only warrior in this Mu family caravan, while the other guards were just masters who had learned two-handed martial arts and stood on wooden stakes for several years. They didn't know much about martial arts. Did not become a warrior either.

Don't look at these guards who have only learned two-handed martial arts and stood on wooden stakes for several years, but one person is more than enough to deal with three or four adult heroes.

Warriors with ordinary aptitude, even if they have martial arts and resources, it is difficult for them to enter the first realm—the skin and flesh realm without eight or nine years of bitter cold in spring and winter.

In Yan Ji's memory, Mu Xiang has already reached the realm of skin and flesh—the realm of cowhide. The realm of skin and flesh for warriors is divided into three stages, one is entry level, the other is cowhide, and the third is copper skin.

A beginner in the skin and flesh realm can easily lift a large water tank full of water. His skin is like a linen soaked in water. A cut with an ordinary knife can only leave a shallow cut on the body, and it is difficult to see blood. Grown heroes don't even have to take two breaths.

A person with cowhide is as powerful as a cow, and its skin is like cowhide. It is hard to hurt with ordinary swords, but it is like a weapon without a sharp blade. Even if you stand there and let you chop it, you may not be able to kill it.

In Yan Ji's memory, Mu Xiang smashed a big rock surrounded by three people with his palm before, but there was no red mark on his palm.

As for the copper-skinned person, Yan Ji had no idea, and this body was only mentioned a little bit by his father who was very yearning.

However, once most warriors have achieved the great achievement of cowhide, they can start to choose to break through to the second realm of warriors - the root bone realm. Few people choose to die at the copperskin realm, which requires not only resources and martial arts, but also Talent and perseverance.

Of course, what makes Yan Ji most yearn to become a warrior is not only the powerful strength, but also the longer lifespan. Although the specific number is unknown, it is said that there are quite a few warriors who have lived for tens of thousands of years.

"I must quickly become a warrior. It seems that I must start with the wooden item." Yan Ji made up his mind and secretly said.

Of course, what he said was not about killing Mu Xiang recklessly, or even asking for Mu Xiang's hair.

If he dared to say it, even if Mu Xiang didn't think much about it, he would slap him with a big ear.

He was going to look inside the carriage to see if there were any hairs that fell off the wooden item.

"Sure enough!" In the carriage, the thin figure searched carefully, living up to Yan Ji's expectations, he finally found seven or eight wooden hairs.

"Fortunately, the fighters in the skin and flesh realm have not yet reached the level of golden body and hair loss."

Yan Ji felt a little lucky, and at the same time, he didn't leave the carriage immediately, but immediately touched the black card consciously and started copying.

A black light flashed in Yan Ji's hand, and the hair on his hand immediately melted like wax oil meeting fire, and at the same time, the black card in his mind began to flash and emit black light.

Copy card countdown: 72:00:00
Yan Ji was stunned for a moment, looking at the time on the black card in his mind.

"Yan Ji, why are you so lost? Master Mu Xiang didn't mean to scold you, he was also thinking of you, come, drink with uncle!"

As soon as Yan Ji got out of the carriage quietly, he was pulled over by a Mu family nurse who was a little drunk.

"No, Uncle Chen, you drink slowly, I feel a little urgent to urinate, I will go to the side to solve it."

Yan Ji recalled the name of the drunk, and quickly broke free and ran away.

"Bicc! What a useless little brat!" Uncle Chen hiccupped and returned to the campfire, where he mingled with the other nurses.

Only Mu Xiang and the guard who kept vigil for two nights did not drink alcohol.

Mu Xiang closed his eyes and sat cross-legged by the campfire, with a long sword two palms wide flat on his lap.The other two night guards ate some food, and kept their hands on the weapons at their waists, chatting and laughing while looking around.

Yan Ji didn't dare to leave too far, so he found a bush at the extreme distance from the bonfire, loosened his trousers, and began to boo.

The two guards watching the night glanced at each other, but without saying anything, they turned their heads and continued chatting.

brush!
Yan Ji only felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes, his mouth was covered by a big hand in an instant, and his whole body was dragged into the grass, and he had no chance to make a sound during the process.

Yan Ji's mind went blank and his whole body went limp.

Unexpectedly, at such a young age, Yan Ji was about to die before he discovered the effect of the golden finger.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, just be honest and quiet, I will ask you a few questions!"

Feeling a piece of ice on his neck, Yan Ji was shocked, and suddenly came back to his senses.

He raised his head carefully, and by the dim light of the flames, he saw a black-faced man with a black belt tied on his left arm holding a shiny big knife on his neck, looking at him fiercely.

Behind him followed a dozen or so men who also exuded a fierce aura and wore black belts on their left arms.

Yan Ji nodded vigorously, and the black-faced man slowly let go of Yan Ji's hand.

"Hero, don't... don't kill me, I'll say anything." Yan Ji trembled, but he was relieved in his heart, as long as he didn't hack him to death on the spot, he still had a chance.

"Hehe! The kid is very clever. I ask you, which caravan is this?" The black-faced man smiled and asked, looking at the Mu's caravan station.

"Hero, this is the caravan of the Mu Family in Oyster Town." Yan Ji replied with a flattering smile on his face.

"The Mu family? The Mu family that mainly trades medicinal materials? It seems that this time they caught a big fish." The corner of the black-faced man's mouth cracked, and he looked at Yan Ji, "Boy, how many caravans are there in the Mu family? Manpower? How many warriors are there? How many goods are there? What are they?"

"Back to the hero, the caravan of Mu's family has only a dozen or so people, and only Mu Xiang is a warrior of the skin and flesh realm. They transported medicinal materials, mainly oysters." Yan Ji sold Mu Xiang to him without the slightest hesitation or guilt. up.

The black-faced man looked Yan Ji up and down, "Boy, I'm not afraid that you will know that we are from Heishanzhai. We came to Oyster Town for the first time recently, and we are short of manpower. Seeing that you are young and smart, I will give it to you." It's an opportunity for prosperity, it depends on whether you can seize it, go, and put this thing quietly into Muxiang's food."

As he said that, the black-faced man took out a pack of medicine powder and put it in Yan Ji's hand, and let him out without saying anything threatening.

Yan Ji squeezed the powder, took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked out of the grass.

He was faced with two choices at this time, the first was to do what the black-faced man said, and the other was to quietly inform Mu Xiang.

"This black-faced man didn't even say a single threatening word to me, which means he doesn't care about Mu Xiang's strength at all. It seems that I have only one choice." Yan Ji thought to himself, and suddenly made up his mind.

"Brother, do you trust this kid so much? If he leaks the news later, we will have to do something wrong." A tall and thin man with narrow eyelashes came to the side of the black-faced man and said, looking at Yan Jiyuan's back.

Huang Ke glanced at the thin and tall man and said, "Didn't you find out that since the village master called our six leaders for a meeting the day before yesterday, the other five leaders have been recruiting people?"

"Does the village master have any plans in the near future?" the thin and tall man asked in surprise.

Huang Ke turned his head and didn't answer right away. After a while, he said: "Heishan Eighteen Villages, the owner of the village lost the competition with other villages before and was driven to Oyster Town, so many ungrateful people left. Having a plan also needs some cannon fodder that can charge forward."

(End of this chapter)