Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

An Jia didn't think about killing people, let alone seeing blood, her heart was straight.

But anyone who sees their home being stolen will subconsciously react like this.

He thought that he didn't use much force, this person should not die.

There was a soft touch in the palm of his hand, and he secretly thought that he even stole my steamed buns...

But then I thought about it again. I usually only cook rice, but I never cook pasta.

Noodles are more expensive than rice, and the sect doesn't give them either.

"It seems that you, a thief, are still stealing money, which is a bit level."

An Jia felt his heart beating, heaved a sigh of relief, and lit an oil lamp to illuminate it.

But he was almost scared again.

The thief who came here to steal was a dark-faced woman with dirty hair and ragged clothes.

Her face was still black and white, as if she had some kind of skin disease.

The white spot quickly turned purple, as if the condition had worsened.

"Could it be vitiligo..."

An Jia looked at the blackness on his fist and felt that he had insulted himself.

That's right, this woman had something black painted on her face.

He was frightened just now, so he was thinking all kinds of things.

The bruise was not a disease, it was just a few punches from him.

Look at this woman's tattered Ge linen coarse cloth.

This is indistinct, and the complexion is really rosy.

The question is, people say that sows are better than Diaochan, why does he always feel that he has no appetite.

Sighing, dragged to the bathing room, directly poured a basin of cold water to wake him up.

Afterwards, he sat on the bamboo stool in the bath room, folded his hands and watched the thief girl wake up.

But said that the girl woke up, touched her face, touched her body, and looked at An Jia.

For some reason, suddenly his face became furious, he rushed forward with a sudden step, and punched him.

"You still want to hit me? Who can you hit with your thin arms and legs?"

boom!

An Jia punched her in the face, sending her flying and hitting the wall.

The impact made the Daohualou made of bamboo shake slightly.

He realized he couldn't fight at home.

So he shot, grabbed her by the hair, and threw it outside the house.

"Steal me, do you want to beat me? Come on, come on, don't say I won't give you a chance."

An Jia crossed her hands and hooked her fingers.

"If I had a weapon in hand, I would swear to chop you up today." The girl gritted her teeth.

"Your name is Key, right?"

The girl was stunned: "That's right..."

"Ah, Yan Yihai was talking about you. Sure enough, dogs are worse than dogs. You are the first person I have ever seen when stealing things. You are still a girl, why are you so shameless? Don't say I won't give you a chance."

An Jia smiled, and took out a practice bamboo sword from the bamboo box next to it and threw it over.

He patted himself empty-handed: "Come."

Key picked up the bamboo sword on the ground and clapped his hands.

"Give me a sword, that's enough. Even though it's a bamboo sword, it's more than enough to deal with a lowly person like you."

There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, as if mocking An Jia for not knowing how good her sword skills were.

The next moment, he lifted his sword and killed him.

"A sword."

"Two swords."

"Three swords."

While hiding, An Jia appreciates it.

To be honest, he was almost hit by her tricks several times.

That is, she will stab at me with a real avoidance, and under that blow, you have almost no second choice to dodge.

And she will calculate your dodge, quickly turn the sword and sweep, almost hitting the vital point directly.

Even a bamboo sword can indeed kill a person.

The premise is that the strength is enough to stab people to death.

Now An Jia polishes bamboo directly.

The calluses on the hands, after working for a period of time, have worn down and grown, and have grown and worn out.

Gradually, a layer of seemingly ordinary, but actually crystal clear and tough skin was born.

With this layer of skin, he can directly pull the burrs and polish them with his bare hands without being afraid of the burrs on the bamboo edge.

Coupled with beatings and lightning strikes, the body seems to be much more resistant to roughness than before.

So this sword... subtlety is subtlety, it lacks speed, and it can't hit at all.

Under the absolute speed, the distance can be opened, and the disadvantage of this key is already obvious.

"Twenty-three swords."

Every time a sword is struck, whether it is hit or not, An Jia will count.

This made Key furious.

"Bastard! Are you laughing at me! Bitch. Kill you."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes were piercing, and she worked harder with her sword.

"Eighty-one swords."

Until the eighty-one sword, An Jia was very tired looking at the key, sweating profusely on his forehead, and was panting.

On the contrary, the smear on the face seemed to be oil, and the sweat couldn't wash it off.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a person who believes in coming and not going indecently, and there is coming and going."

"As a human being, the most important thing to do is integrity. I will give you as much as you give me."

"Whether you can accept it, accept it or not, let's talk about it--it's up to me."

After finishing speaking, An Jia suddenly took a stride, unpretentiously, and rushed directly to the key.

The key was taken aback, she had never seen such a fast speed among her peers, and quickly blocked with a horizontal sword.

The fist broke the bamboo sword easily and hit her chest.

boom!

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