Do not die

Two casual cultivators stood on a small fishing boat and looked at the small courtyard by the river from a distance.

Both of them looked to be in their thirties or forties, and both were at the second level of Qi training. They just watched from a distance for a long time.

"How about it, do you want to go and have a look?" The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but feel eager to give it a try.

"Would you like to take a look at this?" The man in gray hesitated.

"Why are you still hesitating? You have also seen the Baijiang Gang's station. Not a single valuable thing is left. The building has long been deserted.

The Baijiang Gang is gone, will the Baijiang Gang leader stay alone? ! "The man in Tsing Yi tried his best to persuade.

"Stop being so impatient. If you delay it any longer, more and more people will come over, and you won't have a chance to pick up the slack!"

Outsiders are unaware of the drastic changes that the Baijiang Gang has undergone in recent days, and their speculations are based on the original information.

The information they know is that there is a first-level middle-grade spiritual land in that small courtyard, which can be used by monks in the middle stage of Qi training for year-round practice. Since the Baijiang Gang took over this river section, it has become the training place of the Baijiang Gang leader. .

The man in gray clothes was still worried. Seeing this, the man in green clothes stopped trying to persuade him. He picked up the hem of his robe, jumped into the river, and started running on the river.

"If you don't go, then I will go alone!"

Seeing this, the man in gray clothes finally stopped hesitating, immediately jumped into the river, and followed closely.

Soon, the two of them jumped onto the river beach and arrived in front of the small courtyard.

The two of them turned a blind eye to the closed courtyard door and looked at each other. In tacit agreement, they moved a few steps to the left and right to avoid the courtyard door and jumped up high.

Soon, the two of them had jumped directly above the courtyard wall and began to fall.

Everything in the courtyard was also visible to the eyes of the two of them, and it was like falling into an ice cave in an instant.

A tall and thin man stood in the courtyard, his eyes piercing the two of them like lightning.

And just when they saw him, he was slapping his palms, and his two magic hands came out of his body, quickly grew in size, and smacked them directly.

"roll!"

The two of them were in the air, their bodies had just fallen from the highest point, and they had nowhere to use their strength. Apart from quickly holding up a mana shield to resist, they couldn't even dodge.

"Bang" "Bang"

With two muffled sounds, the two of them fell onto the river beach more than ten meters away from the small courtyard with two "pop" sounds, like two flies being swatted away.

The two stood up, not daring to stay for a moment longer, and ran wildly into the distance.

…

At this moment, Meng Zhou's appearance changed drastically. Even if Xu Lei was face to face, he wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Not only is he a few centimeters shorter than the original owner, but he is also slimmer. More importantly, his facial features are completely different from those of the original owner. The iconic thick long beard only retains a small part of the lower jaw, and it is also thinner and shorter.

Anyone who sees it will not associate him with the original owner.

Now that the Baijiang Gang has left, Meng Zhou will naturally not live here in the name of the original owner. There are many casual cultivators along the Baijiang River who have been "bullied" by the original owner, and he does not want to take over these past grievances.

It was easy to drive these two people away, but Meng Zhou's mood was not relaxed at all.

If there is one, there are two. As long as he stays here, such troubles will continue to come to him.

"Hey, I'm still not ruthless enough. Next time I encounter this problem, I can't simply drive it away. I have to establish my power once and for all. Otherwise, there will be no end to it in the future."

Meng Zhou reflected in his heart, but kept moving his hands and continued practicing.

It was okay when he practiced martial arts during the day, and he practiced the Water Nourishing Technique in a quiet room at night. In order to avoid being touched at the door of his house without knowing it, he did not dare to be too involved and kept himself in a semi-awake state at all times.

The price of this is that the operation of mana becomes less smooth, it takes longer to practice a week, and it consumes more mental energy.

However, it turns out that it is very necessary for him to maintain such vigilance.

Just after he had practiced for ten weeks, and the time entered the second half of the night, when everything was silent, Meng Zhou, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, took the first-grade high-grade robe from the corner of the stone bed, put it on, and quietly sneaked out of the silence. room.

In the small courtyard, under the dim night, four black humanoid silhouettes were scattered in the small courtyard, quietly approaching towards the quiet room.

Meng Zhou suddenly burst out of the quiet room, obviously startling them.

However, the two people who were slightly forward and closest to Meng Zhou launched attacks on Meng Zhou almost at the same time.

One person held a long sword in his hand, and swung the long sword, forming a fan-shaped sword light like a peacock spreading its wings, cutting in turns like saw teeth, and swept directly towards Meng Zhou's waist.

The other person waved his hand and shot out several sharp hidden weapons like crescent moons, spinning at high speed and attacking Meng Zhou's upper, middle and lower directions.

The two men's attacks were not only decisive and sharp, but also formed a very tacit cooperation.

The space around Meng Zhou was almost completely locked.

"It's ready!"

Just when the two of them were filled with joy and expecting that the attack would tear the person in front of them into pieces, the next moment, the figure in front of them shattered like a bubble.

Maybe the opponent moved too fast, or maybe they were confused by the opponent from the beginning and attacked a false target.

The two people felt secretly in their hearts, and the man holding the sword shouted loudly to remind: "Be careful!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, the other person's head had exploded with a bang, and his head was like a broken watermelon.

The man holding the sword didn't even have time to be frightened, angry or sad. The strong sense of crisis drove him to dance the long sword in his hand into a sword light barrier.

"Dang" "Dang" "Dang" "Dang"...

There was a series of crisp sounds like the clash of gold and iron, and the rotating palm blades hit the sword curtain one after another.

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the next moment, he felt a chill running down his spine.

When all his attention was attracted by the frontal attack, the two rotating palm knives made a huge arc from the left and right sides and came to behind him. Like flying swallows throwing themselves into the forest, they slashed at the back of his neck almost simultaneously.

The next moment, a head flew high, and below the head, there was a powerful fountain of blood.

It took a short time to deal with these two people, but when Meng Zhou finished all this and looked at the other two people, their figures fell from the air and were hidden outside the courtyard wall.

Meng Zhou didn't chase him, but just warned loudly: "It's just a matter of time. Next time you two come back, you really don't want to leave!"

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

…

Turn back the clock a little.

Late at night, on the river.

Four figures stood on small fishing boats, looking at the dark courtyard in the distance.

Two of them were the man in green and gray who were driven away by Meng Yizhou during the day.

The auras of the other two are obviously stronger than the two, and they both have the third level of Qi training.

The man with the sword hanging from his waist was talking to the two men in a low voice: "Tell me carefully what happened to you at that time!"

Facing the questions from the two stronger men, the two of them did not dare not answer. They tried their best to recall their feelings at that time and let them know.

After listening to their stories, the man who stood aside quietly and said nothing suddenly slapped two palms at the two of them from a distance. The next moment, two powerful hands seemed to slap them in the head.

The two of them subconsciously used mana shields to block the front.

There were two sounds of "bang bang". Although the two of them were not harmed, the mana shield was also damaged in this fight. If the opponent followed closely behind the mana master and attacked again, the two of them would definitely be unable to stop it.

"How does his attack compare to mine this time?"

"It's...worse."

"Be specific."

"The magic power is weaker, and the sense of oppression is slightly less."

So, the man expressed his judgment: "On the second level of Qi training, my crane control skills are at the level of a master. It's worth a try!"

"Well, but you still have to be careful. Later, let's do this first...and then this..."

Before launching the operation, the two made detailed plans and arrangements, which were extremely secure.

However, as soon as a group of people were admitted to the hospital, one of them was shot in the head, and the other was beheaded immediately after.

The man in green and the man in gray were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders split. Fortunately, because they had experienced being swatted away like flies for the first time, whether they were timid or had expected it, they were completely beaten in time. Before he lay down, he successfully escaped from the tiger's mouth.

The two returned to the wooden boat in the river again, and flew away quickly without stopping.

Passing by the former Baijiang Gang station, which was bustling with people, lively and chaotic, neither of them stopped at all.

"I can't accompany you anymore." The man in gray suddenly said.

"Huh?" The man in green was puzzled.

"I entered the spiritual practice by chance. I have been searching for the Tao for more than ten years and survived dozens of times. Now that I am getting older, except for injuries and illnesses, I can say that I have gained nothing.

I'm tired, I've given up, I don't want to bother anymore... If you still want to seek the road in the future, you will have to go alone. "

"...Please give me an egg!" The man in green was silent for a long time, then suddenly uttered a curse word, and then asked:

"Then...what are your plans next?"

"I want to go back to my hometown and open a restaurant to receive heroes from all over the world. This was my biggest dream before I entered the spiritual practice circle."

"Then I'll be your waiter..."

…

Meng Zhou leaned over and groped around the two corpses, cleaning out all the bits and pieces from them, and then carried them out of the small courtyard one by one.

After a while, Meng Zhou walked into the small courtyard with wet, freshly washed hands, and took the pile of bits and pieces he had removed from the two of them back to the quiet room.

The most valuable thing between the two of them was the long sword and its eighteen crescent-shaped blades.

They are not magic weapons, but they are different from ordinary mortal weapons. They use some weapon refining materials and weapon refining techniques, which are somewhere between ordinary weapons and magic weapons.

On the one hand, it is very suitable for performing martial arts. On the other hand, it is also very compatible with mana. When it is used, mana is absorbed, which can significantly increase its power, and can achieve effects that ordinary soldiers can never achieve.

However, the limitations of this type of weapon are also very huge. In terms of quality, it is not even as good as a first-level low-grade magic weapon.

However, because of its affordability and high cost performance, it has become the unanimous choice for most low-level casual practitioners in the early stages of Qi training.

The use of martial arts to fight is also a common feature of most low-level casual cultivators in the early stages of Qi training.

The power of spells is certainly more powerful, but only after they are mastered. Before they are mastered, spells are really not as practical as martial arts.

Moreover, unless one has mastered a spell to the point of proficiency and perfection, or the spell is very powerful, if a practitioner wants to obtain considerable combat effectiveness with spells alone, it cannot be solved with just one or two spells.

It would have to be a complete system composed of at least four or five to as many as seven or eight spells, capable of dealing with as many complex situations as possible.

To achieve all of this requires not only time, but also talent and financial resources.

And all of this is not something casual practitioners in the early stages of Qi training have time to ponder.

To put it bluntly, what if a casual cultivator in the early stage of Qi training can practice all these to perfection?

It is simply unwise to invest too much time and energy in magic practice at this time.

To improve your cultivation, you should do everything you can to improve your cultivation.

Therefore, martial arts that are easy to learn and can quickly develop good combat effectiveness have become the most suitable choice.

But when they met Meng Zhou, they really met their natural enemy.

The former master was originally a martial arts master. He had been immersed in martial arts for decades and had rich martial arts experience.

And he himself, on the premise of inheriting all the memories of his previous master, has even perfected two martial arts skills. This is an achievement that his previous master never achieved until his death.

This made Meng Zhou's knowledge of martial arts surpass that of a master.

Through the memory of the former master and Meng Zhou's own analysis and understanding, an interesting phenomenon was discovered.

Although the casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi training mostly used various martial arts as a means to deal with the enemy, he could see two obviously different groups.

One type is those who were martial artists before becoming practitioners and had experience in martial arts.

One is to become a practitioner directly without any martial arts experience, and practice martial arts after becoming a practitioner.

The number of the former is small, while the latter is the mainstream.

Because of this difference, the same martial arts, which are almost identical when performed, present two completely different cores.

What the latter practice is not so much martial arts, but actually "spells that look like martial arts." They use martial arts with the same mindset of using spells.

They have all forgotten that martial arts have been serving ordinary warriors from the moment they were born.

This mismatch may not have much impact on others, and they may not even notice the difference.

But using it in front of Meng Zhou was like using a sword in front of Guan Gong's gate, with flaws everywhere.

To put it bluntly, facing him, even if they throw firecrackers randomly, their winning rate is higher than using all the powerful martial arts.

This can be regarded as an invisible advantage that Meng Zhou has.

In addition to the long sword and eighteen crescent-shaped blades, there were only eighteen low-grade spiritual stones and dozens of taels of gold in total.

Apart from that, there is nothing of value.

"Hmm~~My practice tonight is not over yet."

After taking stock of the trophies, Meng Zhou suddenly remembered this and sat cross-legged on the stone couch again.

…

In the early morning, the genius is bright.

Then a few casual practitioners stepped on the misty river and came to the vicinity of the small courtyard.

But when they turned around a gentle arc of the river and saw the direction of the small courtyard gate from the front, they were still nearly a hundred meters away from the small courtyard, as if they had all pressed the pause button.

Then, they all turned around and walked away faster than when they came, and soon disappeared on this section of the river.

The entrance to the courtyard.

There were two long wooden sticks standing on one left and one on the right. On the top of these two long wooden sticks, two corpses were lifted high.

The entire head above the eyebrows disappeared, as if it had been shaved into a buzz cut.

A head was hung alone next to the body with its hair as a rope, gently swaying in the river wind.

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