The Earth Conquers All Worlds

The female ghost named Yang Qing didn't dare to move, for fear that Zhao Shi's sword behind her would stab her through.

"My lord, is this a female ghost?" Zhao Ling'er looked curiously at Yang Qing, who was as transparent as jelly, and even poked Yang Qing's towering chest with his fingers.

"pain!"

As soon as Zhao Ling'er's finger full of energy and blood touched Yang Qing, a trace of blue smoke rose from her body, causing Yang Qing to let out a cry of pain, tears streaming down his face, but he still didn't dare to move. He could only look at Zhao Ling'er with hatred.

"Um"

Zhao Shi nodded, "This is a little ghost of the second level of Wandering Soul, but for some reason it is very smart and has complete wisdom. Such a weak little ghost with complete wisdom is very rare. Not to mention that she is still I have a talent for illusion, if those evil cultivators who like to raise ghosts catch it, I don’t know how happy they will be."

Zhao Ling'er exclaimed, "Is it so valuable?"

In Zhao Ling'er's eyes, monks are like gods, even they are very precious to them, that's really extremely precious.

"Yes, it's that valuable." Zhao Shi patted Yang Qing lightly with the back of his sword, causing her soul to tremble wildly, and ordered in a slightly murderous voice: "Miss Yang Qing, get smaller. Live in that red orb."

Zhao Shi pointed to a red bloodstone hanging behind his sword hilt with his eyes. This bloodstone is a mortal orb, which has a weak ability to nourish ghosts.

"All right."

Yang Qing gave Zhao Shi a pitiful look, but Zhao Shi was unmoved. Seeing this, she had no choice but to turn into a wisp of smoke and get into the chicken blood stone honestly.

"what happened?"

"Who's fighting?"

Although Zhao Shi and Yang Qing, the female ghost, fought for a short time, the movement was not small, and the passenger and shopkeeper Li were awakened immediately.

Zhao Shi couldn't bear to deal with these things, so he said to Zhao Ling'er: "Ling'er, go and deal with it, just say that I have been assassinated here."

"Oh, I see, young master." Zhao Ling'er replied honestly. Apart from practicing martial arts, this little girl is not very interested in other things, so she will do whatever Zhao Shi says.

Zhao Shi sat cross-legged on the bed with the long sword across his waist and closed his eyes to continue his practice. He was sure to use the weak spiritual power from the long sword in his hand to advance to the early stage of body training and skin refining before dawn.

Zhao Shi's breathing gradually stabilized, and the 639 muscles in his body were tempered little by little, becoming stronger. All the muscles in the body were exercised together, which perfectly ensured the coordination of the body, allowing the strength to gather at one point and become stronger. It is no longer difficult.

Time passed slowly, and Zhao Shi, who was used to practicing, had already learned to get used to loneliness and enjoy it. This game is not a game where you can learn all the exercises with just a few skill icons. Only the smartest and most accustomed to loneliness can stand at the top.

After midnight, when the time came, Zhao Shi gradually fell into a deep sleep automatically. He is still a mortal now, and he must ensure enough sleep to be stronger. Unlike others, he needs only four hours of deep sleep to stay energized throughout the day.

Late at night, everything is silent, and occasionally there is a dog barking far away.

Unlike human beings, Yang Qing became more energetic in the middle of the night, and even her seriously injured body recovered a little bit. She carefully popped out her consciousness to scan her surroundings.

There is no danger ahead.

There is no danger in the rear.

The person below has fallen into a deep sleep, with normal blood flow, smooth breathing, and relaxed muscles, not pretending to be asleep.

Even though Zhao Shi was asleep, he still sat cross-legged upright, with the long sword resting on his knees, and the moonlight shone on the snow-white sword, reflecting silver light.

The end of the hilt is tied with this class of red bloodstone, and under the silver moonlight, a woman's head emerges slowly,

A little bit bigger, then the body, the legs, pulled out a little bit.

And Zhao Shi still didn't respond, and was still sleeping with a gentle breathing.

Yang Qing looked at Zhao Shi, who was sleeping cross-legged, the ferocious look flashed away, but he showed a look of fear, hesitated for a while, but still didn't dare to attack Zhao Shi, and wanted to jump out of the moonlight by the window with a scoop of his body. Flee from Zhao Shi.

"I……"

As soon as she moved, a snow-white sword tip appeared on her neck, making her body stiff and she dared not move.

She swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva, turned around slowly, felt the cold long sword on her neck and said with difficulty: "Forgive me, spare my life, I will never dare to run away again." I'm about to cry, this ghostly appearance scares people to death, who is the ghost?

Zhao Shi gave Yang Qing a cold look: "The last time, the next time is death. Do you understand?"

"Understood, I understand, I understand." Yang Qing nodded Lianlian like a chicken pecking rice, and obediently got into the bloodstone on the long sword hilt without waiting for Zhao Shi to speak, not daring to move.

Yang Qing, who got in, patted his chest, with an expression of lingering fear, she almost, she could clearly feel that she was only a little bit close to death, and now she dared not run out again.

Zhao Shi slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again after a while. For a master, not only being able to fight, but also being able to sleep well is also a very important ability.

...

The next morning, when it was just dawn, Zhao Shi left the Tongfu Inn in a carriage and rushed towards Beiqiu County under the ardent service of Fatty Li and his wife.

The closer she got to the county seat, the more disturbed the expression on Zhao Linger's face became. She glanced at Zhao Shi who was still cultivating as an old god, and couldn't help but said, "My lord, the man with the ax said yesterday that Steward Wu had been to Heifeng Village."

"Um"

"My lord, Steward Wu is the eldest lady's natal family. She has always been trusted by her. He has been entrusted to do many shameful things."

Zhao Shi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bumpy carriage, opened his eyes, and a white attribute panel appeared in front of him.

Name: Zhao Shi

Boundary: Skin Refining Realm in the Early Stage of Body Refining

Strength: 1.3

Constitution: 1.2

Consciousness: 1.5

Mana: 0

Skills: none

Passive: S-level kendo talent, increases kendo attack power by 20%.

Equipment: Ordinary Iron Sword (Rankless)

'After a night of training, the strength increased by 0.2, the constitution increased by 0.2, and officially entered the first level of the body refining three levels, the leather refining level. The meat refinement level of the second level involves meridians, and it is impossible to practice in such a simple and rough way. '

'Actually, I can directly practice immortal skills, but I don't have the skills of this world, and I can't practice them, because as a king, I must practice the skills that I created that are completely suitable for me, which is important in the later stage condition. Immortal path becomes more and more difficult in the later stages, and the hardships suffered today will be rewarded one by one after the advanced stage. '

While silently thinking about his own cultivation, Zhao Shi said casually: "Ling'er, I know that Da Furen has bad intentions for me, but my father summoned me, so I have to go." The Dharma is strictly preserved, and it is hard to find anywhere, but to create your own Dharma, you must refer to the Dharma in this world to create it.

Don't think that players can get exercises casually, the system doesn't give any preferential treatment, what to do is what to do. Moreover, actions involving pornography, drugs, and massacres cannot be taken, because this is a healthy game principle stipulated by a certain General Administration of Culture and Health. Players are really hard.

"Hi, I'm a flying calf, do you need any help?"

Just as the three of Zhao Shi came to the city gate and were about to go home, a young man in tattered sackcloth stopped Zhao Shi's carriage and asked sincerely. There is a name on his head, the flying snail. There is another person behind him, with a name popping out from his head, Sunset Sanxi.