Three days later.

Wujiawu Fort, above the martial arts field.

Wu Ming pointed at the wooden stake, held his chest and pulled his back, and punched him: "Five hundred and seventy-three!"

The stakes thumped and even deep marks appeared on the thick and tight texture.

The maid and servant next to him were almost stunned.

When did their young master be so serious?

Wu Ming was focused and continued to sweat profusely.

He is an extremely realistic person. Since he has confirmed that he has traveled through time and cannot go back, he naturally has to accept his fate!

But accepting one's life does not mean seeking death! If you want to continue living and even live a better life, you must be the best person!

Relying on my sister, of course I can continue to be a playboy, but what if the secret is exposed one day?

Wu Ming has always disliked placing his hopes on others, so he is ready to pick up his capital.

However, the Great Zhou, which can live for immortality through martial arts, Taoism and immortality, and even the other schools, the three thousand great ways, gave him great expectations.

It would be fine if the previous life was mediocre and all living beings had equal life span.

And here, it seems that we can pursue immortality, or even eternity?

“One thousand three hundred and eleven!”

"One thousand three hundred and twelve!"

"drink!"

Wu Ming shouted softly, punched hard, and bombarded the wooden stake.

Crack!

Amid the loud noise, the wooden stakes specially designed for people to practice martial arts, with the thickness of thighs, suddenly broken into two pieces, causing many maids to exclaim.

"Young Master Ming! I'm here to wipe your sweat!"

A maid wearing a long lotus green dress, swaying and smiling cutely, stepped forward, with little stars in her eyes.

"No, I'll do it myself!"

Wu Ming took the towel and wiped the hot sweat, but nodded in his heart: "I finally picked up the previous skills again!"

Although the Great Zhou Dynasty has three thousand great ways and is all magical, the most widely circulated is the martial arts family!

After all, the minimum requirements for entry and the minimum resources required to consume are destined to be widely spread in martial arts and be even better than other Taoists such as Taoism and Legalism.

Before, Wu Ming also wanted to learn Taoism with his sister, but although he was a talented person, his Taoist skills were too high. With his pitiful talent, he might not be able to make a name for himself even if he learned it until he died. He could only use martial arts with the lowest qualification requirements.

"There are nine levels of physical body realm: concentration, skin, flesh, muscles, internal strength, true qi, innate, external gynec, internal gynec, extreme change!"

"My previous life has reached the fourth level of internal strength. My muscles, bones, skin and organs are condensed. The qi and blood are extremely strong. It is only a little short of being able to transform into internal breath and break through to the fifth level of true qi realm!"

No matter what kind of path, you must be calm at the beginning, set firm thoughts, and then practice them according to the law and proceed step by step.

In Wu Ming's memory, the previous playboy was stuck very badly at this stage.

Fortunately, my sister was under high pressure and had to pass the test. She collected a large number of precious medicinal materials and finally polished the foundation of this body.

At this time, after several days of hard training, Wu Ming finally completely accepted the legacy of his ex, and even grasped the body everywhere. His strength was condensed even above the ignorant playboy.

"Young Master Ming, the person sent by the eldest lady is here!"

A servant walked over quickly and bowed to report.

"Oh? I'll go and greet it myself!"

Wu Ming was delighted and followed the servant to the gate of the fort and saw a middle-aged man in black uniform, hooked nose, about thirty or forty years old.

"Are you Mr. Wu Ming?"

The hooked nose bent slightly, and his sharp eyes looked at Wu Ming: "The skin and flesh are tight, the muscles and bones are strong... Not bad, not bad! After being ordered by Miss Wu Qing, this time, in addition to cutting the obstacles for the young master, he also specially taught martial arts..."

“So strong!”

After Feng Han's eyes swept away, Wu Ming's pores shrank, and he was surprised: "At least it's innate, not... maybe it's a master of external and internal gyrus! My sister really invested in it, and I don't know how she hired it..."

But he said modestly: "Master Feng is polite, please go in and rest. As for the trouble... maybe it doesn't need to..."

Halfway through Wu Ming said, he saw Feng Han wave his hand, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the end of the road.

Tengteng! Tengteng!

A black dot moved rapidly, getting bigger and bigger, showing a person, and it seemed to be carrying something, leaping at a speed that was faster than a galloping horse.

"You are Wu Ming?"

The person who came stood there in an instant, the dust and sand brought to his face, his nostrils were soaring, and he looked arrogant: "Did you send this old dog?"

Bang!

He threw it casually, throwing Butler Wu, who had broken his limbs and was unconscious, on the ground like garbage.

Wu Ming was silent, and when he saw that Butler Wu, who was usually respectful, became like this, he felt uncomfortable, and asked, "I told him to be humble and polite, and the death of the Ghost Hand Lao Liu will no longer be investigated. Why bother with you?... But for Miss Yun?"

Ghost Hand Lao Liu is the evil dog of Wu Ming before. He has many unjust souls under his command, but he is still alive. At this time, Wu Ming had no intention of taking revenge, but the person on the other side seemed not to see this way.

"That bitch?"

However, Lynch's face showed a vicious look: "I dare to throw myself into someone else's arms. I have killed all her parents. Today, even she will... die!!!"

"If someone touches a dog, I will kill his whole family! If you touch my woman, I will kill you in the whole castle!"

Such a Long Aotian-style declaration immediately made Wu Ming roll his eyes.

Immediately, he knew that there was nothing to talk to with this person, so he immediately turned his head:

"superior!"

The martial arts instructor in the fort beside him roared immediately and rushed forward with a council.

This person is a person who has cultivated true qi and is ranked among the county. The guards next to him are all big and round, and their muscles and bones are crackling.

"Hmph! Ant!"

Lin Aotian... Oh, no, Lynch sneered, a blue light appeared in his hand, and suddenly passed by.

The teacher at the fifth level of the physical body and a group of guards looked stagnant. Suddenly, a bloodline appeared on his eyebrows and neck, and he fell down in a daze.

"Murder!"

The maids around him were so scared that they fell to the ground, and a large wave of people scattered birds and beasts.

"Good kung fu, the hardness and softness of the qi are at least at the eighth level of the physical body and the inner gynec level. I am Feng Han, come and experience it!"

Whoosh!

In the words, Feng Han turned into a black shadow, suddenly soared into the air, his slender hands flashed with a tiny-like color, and suddenly grabbed:

"The Thirteen Strikes of the Sky Eagle!"

Hissing!

The qi of the qi is released outward, very sharp, straight and rude, and at least it is also at the level of the inner qi.

"Is there a master?"

Lynch seemed a little surprised: "I will fabricate the old housekeeper who dares to tell lies later!"

But there was no fear on his face. The green light on his hand converged, turning into a soft sword that made steel around his fingers, and in an instant, three sword shadows transformed into: "Split Sword Technique!"

Wu Ming slowly retreated, but felt very hatred in his heart: "It's a pity that the militia did not summon the militia and set off the crossbow... Otherwise, even if he became a master, he could force him to leave!"

As a fort for civilians in troubled times, its defense is naturally extraordinary. If it is arranged, its armed forces are even enough to withstand the siege of the army.

But Wu Ming was just a playboy, and he was not likely to delay the farming season in peacetime and gather the militia camp, otherwise outsiders would only think he was crazy.

At this moment, looking at Feng Han who was entangled with Lynch, the two seemed to be evenly matched, and their hearts were even more sank.

‘I didn’t know any martial arts before, but now I’m above the inner savage?’

‘Progress so fast? There must be a problem! If Feng Han was not transferred, I am afraid that no one in the fort could stop him! My life will be finished today!’

Wu Ming was both upset and glad, and retreated into the fort, quietly leaned into his arms with his right hand and put on something.

"Where do you go to the puppy!"

When Lynch saw that he was running, he was anxious. Gao Chishen, the inner city of the fort, he was not sure that he would find Wu Ming immediately and kill him.

"Good! You are the first person to force me to use the secret technique!"

He gritted his teeth, his face turned red, his hands were swift like a soft sword spirit and snake, and the green energy extended three feet apart.

Scream! Feng Han was caught off guard, got a sword on his shoulder, groaned and fell to the ground.

"Come on your life!"

Lynch's steps shook, his face pale, and he quickly stepped forward. Looking at Wu Ming who fell to the ground in a mess, he smiled happily again: "Haha... puppy, kneel down and kowtow, I may be able to make you die more happily!"

"What are you doing? Don't come here, I...I have a very, very powerful sister... She won't let you go..."
To be continued...