I was clearly practicing martial arts, how did it become a magical power?

Qin Yang's life finally regained some peace, allowing him to completely immerse himself in his own practice.

In the morning, he would practice the Broken Army Sword Technique.

After taking supplements at noon, he would practice the Canglang Blood Moving Technique for an hour, which would also restore his physical strength.

Then he would continue to practice the Broken Army Sword Technique in the afternoon.

After nightfall, he would practice the Canglang Blood Moving Technique in a state of meditation, which would increase the speed of practice.

Such high-intensity practice made the blood-replenishing medicine soup that Qin Yang had been taking insufficient, so he had to change to more precious medicinal materials.

But it didn't matter, after all, his family ran a medicinal material shop, and there were a lot of precious medicinal materials for him to choose from, and he could take as much as he wanted.

During this period, Luo Jian, the leader of the Baijiang Gang, came to visit.

The two sides discussed for less than half an hour and quickly reached an agreement.

Qin Yang became the chief worshiper of the Baijiang Gang and received a three-point dividend every month.

The territory of the Shuangshe Gang was also all under the name of the Baijiang Gang.

The Baijiang Gang has a bottom line in doing things. They don't exploit the people like the Shuangshe Gang. Instead, the streets have become more stable and the public security is not as chaotic as before.

Three months have passed in a blink of an eye.

Winter has already arrived, and the sky is snowing heavily.

Qin's courtyard.

Xiaohuan is wearing a thick cotton jacket and a furry hat on her little head. Her little face is red from the cold, which is very cute.

She is breathing out hot air with both hands and watching Qin Yang practicing his sword skills.

Whoosh~~~

The surging and fierce sword wind rolls up the wind and snow, as if forming a blizzard.

After Qin Yang practiced the Pojun sword skills for three months, his sword skills are smooth and the momentum is even stronger.

Boom!

As the last sword fell from the mountain.

The airflow seemed to be broken and burst to both sides.

Qin Yang wiped the sweat from his face.

His hands are undergoing some kind of transformation. His fingers have become slender, and the arm muscles look more smooth, which can burst out powerful power.

Call up the system panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Perfection (Zen Meditation)

Canglang Blood Moving Method: Seventh Level (56/2000)

Pojun Sword Method: Minor Success (0/1500)

"Finally, I have practiced Pojun Sword Method to Minor Success."

"Canglang Blood Moving Method is getting harder and harder."

Qin Yang murmured in his heart.

Canglang Blood Moving Method is easy at the beginning, but it becomes more and more difficult later, and more and more experience points are required.

But Qin Yang still didn't think of giving up.

For him, practicing martial arts to perfection can give birth to new magical powers.

What's more, the Blood Moving Realm is a realm for laying the foundation, so naturally the foundation must be laid well.

He has now practiced to the seventh level of Canglang, and his whole body is extremely turbulent, far beyond ordinary people.

He is more and more energetic, and even the state of Zen can be maintained for a longer time.

"Young Master."

"Boss Luo is here to visit."

A guard shouted at the door.

"Luo Jian?"

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, put on a coat casually, and walked out of the courtyard.

Since taking over the territory of the Twin Snakes Gang, Luo Jian has not visited.

But the bonus is delivered on time every month.

This time he came here, I'm afraid there is something.

Luo Jian is a sturdy man who is eight feet tall. He was exposed to the sun and rain at the dock before, and his skin is darker.

"Boss Luo"

Qin Yang walked in and greeted him.

"Master Qin, I came to your house this time because I have something urgent to tell you."

"This news should be good for you."

Luo Jian laughed.

"Oh? What good news?" Qin Yang became interested.

Luo Jian naturally would not joke with him.

Since it is good news, it is naturally good news.

"Hasn't Master Qin been looking for the horizontal training martial arts?"

Luo Jian asked with a smile.

"Has Boss Luo found it?"

Qin Yang's face was happy.

If that is true, it is really good news for him.

In today's troubled times, third-rate martial arts are heirlooms, and horizontal training martial arts are even more scarce.

Qin Yang searched for three months, but couldn't find a third-rate horizontal training method, let alone a second-rate one.

"I don't have such a great ability."

"But I have a little information."

"Recently, a big thief has been roaming around Linjiang City."

"This thief is nicknamed Hunyuan Yi, his real name is unknown, he has a set of horizontal training skills, ordinary weapons are difficult to hurt, and he has a cruel personality. He killed many officials along the way."

Luo Jian said quickly.

"Hunyuan Yi?"

"Such a strange nickname"

Qin Yang was a little speechless when he heard this nickname.

"Maybe this person has practiced a horizontal training skill called Hunyuan Cover, so he got this nickname."

"In recent days, this guy has committed many major crimes in Linjiang City, killing almost 20 to 30 people, and even the county government has rarely offered a reward of 500 taels of silver."

Luo Jian shook his head.

"Interesting."

"Does Luo Gang have any clues about this thief?"

Qin Yang smiled.

Luo Jian came to the door in person, so it was impossible for him to only have these news known to the public.

"A ranger found the trace of Hunyuan Yi, and I bought this information."

Luo Jian lowered his voice

"Boss Luo, please speak."

Qin Yang's eyes lit up.

"It's in a dilapidated temple more than ten miles outside the city."

"This guy should have been hiding there for the past few days."

Luo Jian smiled.

"Okay!"

"Then I, Qin, will enforce justice tonight and kill this evil thief!"

Qin Yang laughed.

Kill this Hunyuanyi, and there will be no worries about the lack of horizontal training skills.

At night.

Qin Yang quietly walked out of the Qin Mansion with a steel knife on his back.

He asked the blacksmith in the city to make this steel knife, which cost several hundred taels of silver and was very expensive.

Although it can't be said to be able to cut iron like mud, the blade is made of fine iron, which is thick and has a large arc, which is conducive to chopping.

There were sporadic snowflakes in the sky, and heavy snow covered the streets.

It was dark, cold, and gloomy.

Walking along the street, Qin Yang could occasionally see some frozen corpses.

From time to time, there were some terrified screams.

Linjiang City at night was so dangerous.

Bandits, gang fights, various disputes. People died every night.

Qin Yang could occasionally feel many cruel eyes appearing in the dark corners and falling on him.

His eyes were bright, and those sneaky eyes disappeared immediately with a casual glance.

Out of the streets of Qin Mansion, there might not be many people who knew him.

But he was 1.85 meters tall and carried a machete on his back, which made him look like a martial artist.

No one would have thought of Qin Yang if they had a little bit of brains.

The gates of Linjiang City would not be closed, and there would not even be officials on duty, allowing people to enter and exit.

Officials could only be seen during certain festivals when the flow of people into the city increased.

Of course, they were not there to maintain public order, but to collect entrance fees.

Qin Yang left the city and went to the ruined temple that Luo Jian had mentioned.

It was said that this ruined temple was very popular a few years ago, but was later robbed by bandits, and all the monks in the temple died tragically, and it was left in ruins.

Walking alone in the wilderness on a snowy night, Qin Yang did not feel the slightest bit of cold.

The blood in his body burned like a furnace, driving away the cold.

In less than an hour, Qin Yang saw the outline of a temple at the foot of a mountain.