Prodigal son of another world

Practitioners in this world are divided into: warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors, and warriors.Among them, Wuzong is the legendary town house existence, and the dragon sees the head but does not see the end.

Martial arts masters sit on one side and become a powerful one.

For a warrior, the sword energy comes out of the body, and the spiritual power is released, shooting and killing the opponent from a hundred meters away, it can be said that he is not weak.

But there is an extreme gap in the level of warriors.

Warriors, there are many golden eagles, no less than a thousand people, but among these thousand people, there are only a few dozen or so people who are recognized by all major forces.

Crossing the peak of the warrior and reaching the warrior is not becoming a strong man, but the threshold of new contact with cultivation. A warrior, a warrior, is just polishing the foundation.

The great realm of warriors is divided into elementary level, intermediate level, high level, and peak level.

Beginner warriors have several times stronger spiritual power than warriors.

The intermediate level is only a little better than the elementary level, and only when it reaches the peak level can it be an extreme change.

The peak fighters seem to be in another realm, even if one person fights against ten high-level fighters alone, he can leave calmly.

This martial artist, the three stages of junior high school and high school, are actually just the accumulation of strength.

Only when you reach the peak, you will have a deeper understanding, get close to a martial artist, and be recognized by great forces.

Although some samurai were able to defeat junior warriors, it did not mean that junior warriors were weak, mainly because those junior warriors did not have strong martial skills.

It's not that warriors are not strong, it's mainly because within the same level, there is not much difference between high-level and low-level, and only when they reach the peak will there be obvious changes.

"I hope the Chen family won't send a peak." After reading the information, Xu Ming couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

After all, I am a warrior. Although I have killed many warriors, I have never faced a peak warrior.

Moreover, if you kill an ordinary warrior, if you don't sneak attack, you will run out of spiritual power. If you meet a peak warrior, you have no choice but to escape.

Fei Long read the information, his face was a little ugly, and he said in a low voice: "Why don't we hire a peak warrior?"

"Dream, there are no less than a thousand fighters in Golden Eagle City, and there are only a dozen peak fighters. You say, this kind of treasure exists, do we have a starting price?" Xu Ming smiled wryly.

Although he killed the steward of the Chen family and obtained a large sum of money, it was nothing to a peak martial artist.

"Then what should we do?" The waste dragon stared at his eyes, not knowing what to do.

"Don't you know how to fly?" Xu Ming suddenly thought that this useless dragon could fly.

"Uh..." Xiaolong was stunned, and then smiled wryly: "I can fly, but I'm only ten years old, so I can only fly by myself."

"..." Xu Ming's eyes were a little dull, and he shook his head immediately: "Forget it, soldiers will block you, and water will cover you. I don't believe that the Chen family will send peak fighters over."

Xu Ming did not believe that the Chen family would send such a strong man for a waste.

"Let's go." Seeing Fei Long's worried expression, Xu Ming sighed helplessly, and took Fei Long out of the Tongfu Inn.

He wanted to find warriors whose lives were not very rich. Only such warriors would need money to buy cultivation resources.

According to the records, Xu Ming came directly to the civilian area of ​​Golden Eagle City.

A warrior is a cultivator, much stronger than a commoner, and has a qualitative sense of superiority, looking down on the commoner.

However, there is one warrior exception. According to the data, this warrior has reached the middle level and lives with civilians.

According to the information, in order to cultivate resources, this martial artist will lower his status, live with civilians, and accumulate resources.I don't know if it's true, but I'm going to give it a try.

A dilapidated courtyard, the house is dark, no oil lamps.Xu Ming pushed the door open and walked in. The room exuded a rotten smell, which was pungent and disgusting.

"Don't you know how to knock on the door?" A dissatisfied voice came from the house, and a thin figure came out from the darkness.

"I have something to do with you. Be my bodyguard. I ask you to let me go." Xu Ming said bluntly without beating around the bush.

"Hehe." The thin figure smiled, his face turned cold: "You can't afford it!"

"If you don't tell me, how do you know I can't afford it?" Xu Ming didn't get angry, he smiled lightly, and threw out a bag with yellow gold coins inside.

"I don't lack this money." The thin figure said coldly. In the darkness, a pair of tricks shone coldly, as if suppressing a wave of anger.

Xu Ming was slightly stunned, glanced at the thin figure in the darkness, then at himself, his face became serious: "From a new understanding, the Imperial Capital General's Mansion, Young Master Xu Ming, don't move."

"I don't know you. If it's okay, please leave." The thin figure said coldly, without showing any face.

"Then don't bother me." Xu Ming shrugged, turned and left.

In the darkness, the thin figure was silent again, and the pair of tricks that shone with cold light closed again.

"Haha, you got a bad nose, I thought you could convince him." As soon as he walked out of the house, the disabled dragon couldn't wait to laugh.

Xu Ming has been bullying it before, and now he finds an opportunity to mock it, so he can't let it go.

"What's so funny, I don't know what he needs." Xu Ming raised his eyebrows, and stared at the disabled dragon with some dissatisfaction, but said no more.

"If you don't make it, you won't make it, don't make excuses, you said it yourself." The waste dragon lay on Xu Ming's shoulder, wagging its tail, and said slowly.

"Hehe..." Xu Ming flicked the waste dragon amusedly, then turned and walked towards the branch of the Killer League.

I bought all the information about the warrior with money and went back to the Tongfu Inn.

The information given by Qingying before was not detailed, but only briefly introduced the information of most warriors in Golden Eagle City.

Even if the Killer League is strong, it is impossible to understand everything clearly. They are just a force, not a master.

Assassin League doesn't know much about those powerful fighters, so they won't tell Xu Ming.Most of these warrior materials are scattered and unorganized warriors.

Looking at the documents in his hand, Xu Ming frowned. This matter is a little difficult.

According to the information, the warrior's name is Feng Liyan. Three years ago, he had reached the middle level of warrior and had been practicing in seclusion in a civilian area.

Feng Liyan, once Youwei elder brother, a heavenly genius, has already reached the peak of martial artist, but because of being too arrogant, he offended the martial artist, Chen Tianao.

As a result of offending the martial artist, it was obvious that Feng Liyan's brother was too ignorant and was killed by the martial artist.

Feng Liyan's greatest wish was to avenge his brother, but because of his lack of strength, not only could he not avenge him, but he was also suppressed by that martial artist's power.

Suppressed by the force of that martial artist, he fled to Golden Eagle City from another city, lived a poor life in Golden Eagle City, and accumulated strength.

"Middle-level warrior three years ago?" Xu Ming was startled, then laughed angrily, and directly burned the other materials Qingying gave.

It seems that Qingying didn't trust him at all, and gave him information from three years ago.

It's been three years, who knows how much has changed?

The waste dragon looked at all this, and his face became gloomy.

Come to think of it, when did the Killer League be so kind and give away materials for nothing?

"Go tomorrow night." Xu Ming frowned, making up his mind to go to Feng Liyan tomorrow night.

In three years, Feng Liyan's strength was unknown, but he would never be a martial artist. If he was a martial artist, he would have gone to avenge his brother a long time ago, and he would never stay here again.

Instead of a martial artist, Xu Ming has a solution.