Martial arts become stronger by eating

Outside the Fuwei Escort.

The other three of Qingcheng's Four Talents were surrounding Hong Renxiong's body.

Looking at Hong Renxiong who was pierced through the chest with a sword on the ground, all three of them were full of anger.

The master ordered the four of them to keep an eye on Fuwei Escort, but some gangsters sneaked up and killed their junior brother!

If the master knows, maybe how to blame them.

"How did Junior Brother Hong die!"

"Who killed Junior Brother Hong? Was it someone from the Fuwei Escort Bureau?"

"Are you all dumb? Talk!"

Looking at the seriously injured Qingcheng sect disciples beside them, the three of them were furious.

Several seriously injured disciples were chattering away, describing the situation at that time in chaotic order.

"Two people, one with an iron shirt? One with a sword?"

"And they all come from Fuwei Escort Agency?"

"Who killed Junior Brother Hong, the one who wielded the iron cloth shirt, or the one who wielded the sword?" Hou Renying couldn't help but ask again.

An outsider who uses iron cloth shirts, and an insider who uses swords.

If there are such masters in Fuwei Escort, how can they not know that even Lin Zhennan's skill is not very good, so how can other people have any skills.

"The guy who made the iron cloth shirt claimed to be from the Songshan sect, wounded Senior Brother Hong, and even took away Senior Brother Hong's sword."

"Afterwards, another person jumped out from the Fuwei Escort, holding a long sword, and severely injured us without saying a word. Senior Brother Hong was directly killed by the opponent's sword in the chest."

A disciple said with lingering fear.

At that time, Hong Renxiong died right in front of him.

If it wasn't for the master swordsman who wanted to let them go, I'm afraid they would all be wiped out.

"Songshan School!?"

Hou Renying's face was full of surprise, and he cast an inquiring look at the two juniors beside him.

"Impossible. People from the Songshan faction have always acted domineeringly. How could they be so sneaky? They must be masters invited from somewhere by the Fuwei Escort Bureau!"

But even Hou Renying himself did not believe this.

If the Fuwei Escort can invite such masters, they won't be able to surround them for several days without breaking a fart.

But Hong Renxiong's death is not at the head of the Fuwei Escort, can it still be at the head of the Songshan School?

Taking a step back, even if the one who killed Hong Renxiong was really a master of the Songshan faction, would they dare to question the Songshan faction and ask them for someone?

As the leader of the Five Sacred Sword Sect, the Songshan Sect is far stronger than the Qingcheng Sect.

Even if Yu Canghai is here, he is absolutely unwilling to involve the Songshan faction.

"Humph!"

Hou Renying snorted coldly.

"Since those two people left Fuwei Escort, they will definitely come back. We will guard here, and we will know if it is true or not after a trial."

Immediately, he ordered the other low-ranking disciples to guard around them, and if they found those two people, they would come and report immediately.

"Senior Brother Hou, since the sword master can kill Junior Brother Hong, the three of us are definitely not opponents. If we make a rash move, I'm afraid—"

Yu Renhao frowned and said.

Qingcheng's four talents are all in the middle of the competition.

Even with the advantage of weapons, the opponent's ability to kill Hong Renxiong with a single sword is enough to prove that the opponent's strength is far above them.

Turning to look at the two juniors, Hou Renying said: "Of course I understand this truth, so I have already sent someone to inform the master that the master will come back to sit in the town at the latest tonight. With the strength of the master, no Xiao Xiao can't beat it." What kind of storm is coming."

...in the guest room.

Lin Pingzhi was looking at the system panel.

User: Lin Pingzhi

External skills: lifting vertical technique 210, iron cloth shirt 510, tablet throwing hand 210, evil sword technique (disabled) 110

Internal Strength: Breathing Technique 110

Skill Points: 19

After thinking about it, I first raised the most important iron shirt to level 7.

This is his most important life-saving method at present.

Then came the Lifting Technique and Tablet Throwing Hand. Upgrading to level 7 iron cloth shirt consumed 13 skill points, and the remaining 6 points were just enough to upgrade these two external skills to level 3.

Even upgrading to two levels of iron shirt, even the promotion time has become much longer.

The airflow that emerges in the body also appears more than before, and the time of circulation is also longer.

Moreover, Lin Pingzhi could faintly feel that the internal organs had also been slightly strengthened.

The most intuitive manifestation is that breathing becomes longer.

Every beat of the heart became more powerful, and it seemed as if one could hear bursts of drumming in the chest cavity, and the spirit seemed to have been fully improved.

Before this, it was something that had never happened before.

If it is said that the iron cloth shirt before level 6 is only at a relatively ordinary level, then the iron cloth shirt at level 7 is like refined iron after thousands of tempers.

A qualitative change has taken place!

Started the change from the outside in.

In the end, when the iron cloth shirt is completed, it will reach the state where the qi and blood are full and overflowing, and the inner qi is self-generated.

It's as if the body has crossed a level and gradually becomes extraordinary.

Of course, this is just an exaggerated statement.

Picking up the iron cloth shirt, he stretched out his hand to grab the long sword on the table.

With a sudden force, he let go after a while.

I saw a few obvious finger marks left on the body of the Bailianjian.

Looking at the palm, there was not even a white mark left.

"This defensive ability is absolutely amazing!"

Lin Pingzhi was even thinking, can the current him block the bullets from his previous life with his body?

"Iron Cloth has reached this level, so how could Shorty Yu be my opponent!"

Thinking of Yu Aizi's fierce maneuvers like a tiger, and a set of Qingcheng swordsmanship, he was out of breath, but when he turned his head to look at his opponent, he found that the opponent didn't even break a piece of skin.

I'm afraid he had a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

With Hong Renxiong as the internal support, and his own strength has improved so much, Lin Pingzhi has already begun to plan to return to Fuwei Escort.

I thought this trip would take several days.

That's why I wanted to keep Hong Renxiong's trick, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

The main reason is that the two 30-year-old ginseng plants have made great achievements.

"After getting rid of Shorty Yu, let Lao Lin take his wife to herd sheep outside the Great Wall. I'll bring them back after I've completely settled the issue of the Evil Resisting Sword Manual."

After making up his mind, he went downstairs and checked out the room directly, and turned back towards Fuwei Escort.

It was nearly dusk when we returned.

With the setting sun behind his back, Lin Pingzhi passed by the way he had come at a leisurely pace.

And at the end of the road, not far from the Fuwei Escort, under the leadership of Qingcheng Sanxiu, the disciples of the Qingcheng faction were waiting for his arrival.

"That's him you're talking about?"

Looking at Lin Pingzhi who was approaching Youzai Youzai, Hou Renying couldn't believe his eyes.

Look at that pretty face, it's so tender that water will come out from the pinch, it must be ten years younger than him?

"At such a young age, you can cultivate the iron cloth shirt to the point of being invulnerable? Don't you think I'm easy to deceive?"

The more Hou Renying looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Practicing horizontal and external skills is not as easy as internal skills.

How could it be possible for such a small student to endure the hardships of practicing external skills.

"Senior Brother Hou, you have to trust us! We really didn't lie to you, he has practiced external kung fu horizontally, even Senior Brother Hong's Bailian Sword can't pierce through him."

Those Qingcheng sect disciples who had seen Lin Pingzhi's power before hurriedly explained.

Even looking at them from a distance, they still looked terrified.