Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Qiao Mu clenched his fists tightly, and he could even recall his three years of hard training Changshengquan in his mind.

Practice the three-hour period in summer and the three-nine-month period in winter.

Three years as one day, boring and monotonous.

Every move and style of Changshengquan has been formed into muscle memory step by step after three years of hard training.

"If I let myself practice martial arts slowly, I'm afraid that after three years of practice, I may not be able to reach the current level."

Qiao Mu thought to himself.

There are 24 hours in a day.

People have to eat and sleep, people are lazy, and they are also entangled in many mundane things. It is difficult to spare a lot of time to practice martial arts every day.

But plug-ins are different.

Qiao Mu's three years of martial arts training have been extremely focused, and his time efficiency has reached 100% in theory.

As for the price he paid, three years of life...

Qiao Mu stretched his fists and feet, his arm muscles were strong and powerful, and the muscle lines were smooth and distinct.

Aging from 15 to 18 isn't a bad thing.

"The death evaluation has reached C level, will it consume three years of my life in one go?"

This is the first time that Arbor has received a C-level death evaluation.

Qiao Mu raised his head, looking from his own body to the hill outside the city, which was the direction in which Butcher Zheng fled before.

"My death experience is not rich enough. I don't know what factors caused me to get a C-level evaluation this time. It shouldn't be easy for Butcher Zheng."

A butcher who can easily chop a chopping board is more than just a butcher.

Qiao Mu no longer cared about his corpse, and strode out of the city in pursuit:

"You can't let him go!"

"I have to let him kill me a few more times!"

What Qiao Mu pursued was not simply death.

Otherwise, he just needs to keep killing himself.

Meaningless suicide represents a D- death evaluation. This kind of death will only consume life in vain, aging Qiao Mu's body, and will not increase martial arts skills, so it is meaningless.

So what Qiao Mu pursues is high-quality, high-rated death.

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In the forest outside the town.

Butcher Zheng ran hurriedly by himself and walked into the ruined temple at the end of the mountain road.

The ruined temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the courtyard is covered with fallen leaves. The Buddha statue on the shrine also has cracks, and the futon in front of the Buddha statue has dents.

The ruined temple was empty, but there was only a white pigeon standing on the wall of the ruined temple, combing its feathers.

"Not here?" Butcher Zheng looked around first, and after finding no one there, he took out a pen and paper from his body, and wrote on it, writing down what happened to Qiao Mu just now.

Of course he knew that he had to escape as soon as possible at this time.

But what happened just now was a bit strange, which made him pay more attention.

"...that young man spoke so arrogantly, I thought he had something to rely on, or he possessed special skills, so I didn't hold back..." He wrote on the paper:

"But what's even weirder is that the man's boxing moves..."

Butcher Zheng paused for a moment while holding the pen, recalling Qiao Mu's precise move.

"The boxing that that person practiced seems to be the Qiao family's Longevity Boxing."

After writing this, Zheng Tuhu quickly put away the letter paper and tied it to the white pigeon's leg, but there was worry in his eyes.

The Qiao family's Longevity Fist was once famous, and it was said to be an internal martial art inherited from Taoism, which can prolong life.

A hundred years ago, the Qiao family had a martial arts master. It is said that he was a hundred years old, but he had white hair and a childlike face, and his blood was not fading. Therefore, he was known to the royal family of the Dayan Dynasty, and was announced to the palace to teach Changshengquan. boxing craze.

And that's already a thing of the past.

"Didn't the members of Qiao's family die long ago? Could there be any omissions?" Butcher Zheng said to himself:

"If that person is really the orphan of the Qiao family who is looking for revenge, then it's not a bad thing this time."

Butcher Zheng still understands the truth that if weeds are cut without removing the roots, spring breeze will regenerate them.

"It's safest for all descendants of the Qiao family to die."

When he was thinking this in his heart, he suddenly turned around.

Unknowingly, there was an extra figure at the entrance of the ruined temple, which was almost exactly the same as the tree that died at the hands of Butcher Zheng.

"This..." Butcher Zheng shuddered as he recalled the smile of the young Qiao Mu before he died.

Before he could speak, Qiao Mu had already shouted:

"You killed my own brother! I want you to pay in blood!"

After speaking, he strode over.

On the contrary, Zheng Tuhu felt affirmed by these words.

Taking a closer look, the Qiao Mu in front of him is indeed a few years older than the young Qiao Mu who died in his hands, about the same.

"It turns out that the brothers came here to seek revenge." Butcher Zheng touched the sharp knife at his waist, and suddenly remembered something.

"Young man, is your surname Joe?" he asked suddenly.

Qiao Mu replied, "My surname is Li, and my name is Li Jing. I'm good at performing 100% empty-handed and white-handed strikes."

Chapter 4 Chapter 3

"My surname is Li, and my name is Li Jing. I'm good at 100% empty-handed and sword-handling." Qiao Mu stared at the sharp knife in Butcher Zheng's hand seriously.

"100% empty-handed and empty-handed? What's the mess?"

Butcher Zheng frowned and thought for a moment, then he saw Qiao Mu running towards him while he was thinking.

"Come on, kill me!"

Qiao Mu yelled, and at the same time, he strode forward and rushed directly to Butcher Zheng who was holding a sharp knife, without any hesitation on his face.

This looks like a good brother who disregards his own life and only avenges his younger brother.

However, Tuhu Zheng was not moved, and even had a sneer on his face.

Brother Qiao Mu, who died at his hands before, was quite decent at first, and was quite bluffing, making Butcher Zheng mistakenly think that Brother Qiao Mu had something to rely on and was not very human.

The results of it?

As a result, Butcher Zheng almost knelt down and begged him not to die.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was really dead, Butcher Zheng would have suspected that the kid was here to steal money.

'Both brothers have the same routine, do you think I will be bluffed a second time? '

Butcher Zheng didn't dodge, he raised his sharp knife and slashed!

A local sound!

next second.

Butcher Zheng's face suddenly changed.

"Your knife is already in my hand, are you afraid?" Qiao Mu smiled, and stopped in front of Butcher Zheng, with a calm smile of a winner on his face.

"I'm afraid? Brother, do you want to look at your hands before you speak?" Zheng Butcher's expression was complicated.

He was still thinking just now, how the young man in front of him who called himself Li Jing would catch the sword with his bare hands, and how he should change his moves.

The results of it?

As a result, when he slashed the knife just now, Qiao Mu didn't dodge at all, and even blocked his knife with his hand!

The butcher's knife hit Qiao Mu's palm, cut along the gap between the index finger and middle finger, and split Qiao Mu's entire palm in half. There were obvious bone stubbles at the fracture, and blood flowed profusely.

Qiao Mu looked down at his palm that had been split in half by the butcher's knife. The severe pain and massive blood loss made his face pale, and he said while holding on to the pain:

"You're saying that it's wrong to use empty hands into white blades, right?"

"Crazy! Both of your brothers are crazy!"

Zheng Tuhu suddenly realized that he should not talk nonsense with the other party, and immediately grabbed the butcher knife in his hand and pulled it out...

Did not move.

His butcher's knife seemed to be stuck in the gap between Qiao Mu's bones, and he couldn't pull it out this time, which made his center of gravity slightly tilted.

In the next second, a fist magnified rapidly in front of Zheng Tuhu's eyes, and hit his nose.

With just one punch, his blood gushed out, his nose was tilted to one side, but it seemed like a sauce shop opened, salty, sour, and spicy all rolled out.

The huge force made Zheng Tuhu staggered, subconsciously let go of the handle of the knife, took two steps back, and opened his eyes to look at Qiao Mu in amazement.

This "Li Jing" is different from the previous brother Li Jing!

The previous brother Li Jing was basically an embroidered pillow, but this "Li Jing" is a young martial artist who has worked hard to train his strength!

Just with the strength of that punch just now, it is not something ordinary people can punch out.

"I made it up...but it won't happen in the future."

A sharp light flashed in Zheng Tuhu's eyes, and he rushed forward with his bare hands, wrestling with Qiao Mu.

Although he was punched heavily in the face, Qiao Mu was cut in half with one hand, and the injury was much worse than him.

With such a serious attack, Zheng Tuhu immediately suppressed Qiao Mu, who was only left with one hand.

Soon.

Butcher Zheng was panting with his hands on his knees. At this time, he was already covered in blood, and there was another Qiao Mu's body lying under his feet.

"This guy is brave and not afraid of death for his brother's revenge, but he is a man...although there is something wrong with his brain."

Butcher Zheng wiped the blood from his hands, stepped on the arm of Qiao Mu's corpse, and pulled out the butcher knife with difficulty.

Although he successfully killed "Li Jing", Zheng Tuhu still didn't think why "Li Jing" used one palm to "empty-handed into the white blade".

"That's not the point, the point is..."

Butcher Zheng put his hand to his mouth and whistled.

The white pigeon that had been circling over the woods flew down again and landed on a branch in front of Butcher Zheng.

"The situation has changed. If the secret letter just now is sent out, it will mislead you."

Butcher Zheng tore off the letter paper tied under the white pigeon's feet again, and continued to write on the blank space of the paper.

"... There is more than one descendant of the Qiao family! A descendant of the Qiao family who calls himself "Li Jing" approached me again."

"His boxing is also Qiao's Longevity Boxing, and it's obvious that he has practiced hard for several years!"

"Perhaps there are still branches of the Qiao family left in the world."

Butcher Zheng had just finished writing, when his expression froze suddenly, and he heard footsteps behind him again.

"If you dare to kill my younger brother Li Jing, take your life!"

Look back.

A young man who looked exactly the same as Li Jing just now, only slightly older, was looking at him with a murderous look.

Zheng Tuhu subconsciously looked at the opponent's left hand.

His left hand was completely intact, with no scars at all.

"Twin brothers? That's fine." Butcher Zheng picked up the butcher's knife again, full of murderous intent:

"Kill the young ones and provoke the old ones, it's not over."

"Since you are looking for death, I will kill you all!"

"Come one and kill one, come two and I'll kill one pair!"

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