The days that followed were still very peaceful.

An Qisheng practices boxing every day, teaches his disciples, boils medicine liquid, refines elixirs, transports qi and blood, nourishes internal strength, and hugs the holy fetus...

Life is as dull as water, and there seems to be no ups and downs.

The only surprise among them is that Jiang Tingting, who is almost ten years old, still has not practiced internal strength and still has no sense of venting in her body.

An Qisheng felt very comforted, but he had no idea to help her.

Although this is just a slight effort for him, it is absolutely undesirable to pull out seedlings to help grow.

Once he practiced his internal strength, Zhang Haohao's heart was no longer on the boxing routine. An Qisheng said it a few times. Although he listened and practiced diligently, his heart had shifted to the practice of internal strength.

The progress of internal martial arts was naturally surpassed by Jiang Tingting. It was not because Jiang Tingting had any progress in internal martial arts.

After observing this period of time, An Qisheng had to admit that he was a little girl apprentice, which was really rare...'waste'.

And that "Tianyi Pearl" gave him a lot of surprise.

Although the internal force after purification is much thinner, the progress of fusion with the body has been greatly accelerated. Gradually, it has penetrated into the bone marrow and is approaching the blood exchange mark.

Once the blood is replaced and the seeds of true qi are condensed, they have already entered the top third level.

In the Dafeng Dynasty, I was already qualified to open a small sect and a small gang.

As the internal force gradually becomes deeper.

An Qisheng also increasingly understood the difference between internal martial arts and martial arts in this world. Internal martial arts use to polish the body, transport qi and blood to strengthen the body and break through the limits of the human body. However, the martial arts in the long-floating world are different.

The process of fusion of internal strength and physical body will certainly improve the body and increase the strength greatly, but the center of gravity is still above internal strength.

Internal force roams the meridians, penetrates the bone marrow, and reaches the whole body. Each move is blessed by internal force, which is naturally much stronger than the simple physical strength.

The martial arts in this world, whether it is swordsmanship, swordsmanship, light skills or horizontal practice, are closely related to internal strength.

For An Qisheng, this is not the case.

During the process of "holding the holy fetus", he did not stop carrying the internal force. On the contrary, as the process of "holding the holy fetus" progressed, the combination of internal force and the body became faster, and the internal force was transported faster.

Because the physical adjustment in the process of "Holding the Holy Fetus" is a transformation towards perfection.

In other words, the "root bone" has been improved.

While promoting the process of "Holding the Holy Fetus", the body is still taking a step further in the state of holding the pill!

With the combination of the two, although the "Holding the Holy Fetus" has not yet ended, An Qisheng's body has surpassed the powerful man in the Xuanxing Pill Realm.

The fusion of internal force and blood and the transformation of blood for a hundred days is the greatest improvement and sublimation of the body under the qi and meridians.

"call!"

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his abdomen wriggled, and a stream of air went upwards, spurting out of his body, carrying a slight smell of fishy smell.

This is the poison left by the medicine he swallowed the pills in the past few days.

It is a medicine with three parts poison, not all ingredients can be absorbed by people. With 10% of the alchemy realm, he can already expel all the elixirs from his body with a slight movement.

Push the door open.

In the courtyard, the little guy with obvious spirits was standing on the stake with a serious look on his face.

Jiang Tingting was concentrating on her. The fact that her senior brother practiced internal strength obviously stimulated her, making her very diligent in practicing these days.

Zhang Haohao also encouraged his strength. He had already entered the school of his boy skills, could he still be compared by his junior sister?

"Practice well, I won't come back today."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, gave an order, and pushed the door out.

It was not over the middle of winter, and although it had not snowed, the weather was still cold and there were not many pedestrians.

An Qisheng walked on the street with his expression slightly moving.

The atmosphere in Nanliang City these days is quite good, because there are fewer thieves in the past when the six-door captains settled in.

In a dark alley, An Qisheng's body shook, and his figure immediately raised half a foot. His thin body suddenly became fuller and his vitality became vigorous.

After hugging the pill, he briefly changed his body shape and height was no longer a problem for him.

If it weren't for the unnecessary feeling, his white hair could turn into black hair besides his newly grown teeth.

He took out his cloak that had been prepared and put it on, and then slowly walked out of the street and walked into the weapons shop familiarly.

"Hero, are you here?"

The shopkeeper came up with a smile, looking at An Qisheng's eyes as if he saw the God of Wealth.

Even if he had met twice, he didn't know that this burly man was the old Taoist priest who had asked him to sell his swords before.

"The stuff is done?"

An Qisheng glanced at him.

It makes sense for his good attitude. After returning to the city last time, he spent a lot of money to customize the weapons in this weapon shop.

"It's done, it's done. Because of your request, all the blacksmiths in my store have been mobilized and have been creating these days without sleep..."

The shopkeeper said in a nagging manner and led An Qisheng into the inner courtyard.

Behind the weapons shop were fireworks of weapon stoves emitting rolling heat waves, and the big men were sweating profusely and hitting the iron blocks.

It's really a primitive way to create it.

An Qisheng's eyes moved.

However, although the method is primitive, the quality of these weapons made of cold iron and meteorites that naturally contain spiritual energy is significantly better than that of Xuanxing iron.

"Hello, wait."

The shopkeeper poured An Qisheng a cup of tea, turned around and walked into the yard, and shouted a few times.

Two burly men came out.

The two men carried a dark spear and slowly walked into the room.

The spear was the same color, two feet long, and seemed extremely heavy. The two big men were holding it, and their expressions were not relaxed.

"As you tell me, this spear is 12 feet long, not more than one cent, weighs 365 kilograms, not more than one liang, not more than one liang, and is made of the toughest cold iron. The cold iron alone is worth 360 liang of gold!

One pound of cold iron is one or two gold. If you ask about this price elsewhere, there is absolutely no false statement..."

The shopkeeper commanded and asked the two big men to put down their spears:

"Our masters are made according to the legendary Daewoo Spear of the Heavenly Man Divine Soldier. They are absolutely boutique and top-grade big guns!

Four hundred taels of gold are absolutely worth the money, so we just make some hard money.”

Huh ~

An Qisheng didn't answer, and pointed it lightly under his feet. The spear not far away in front of him had already bounced up and was held in his palm.

The gun is two feet long, the mouth of the bowl is thick, and the whole body is fine and the only strange place is that it has never opened its edge.

This was specially instructed by An Qisheng.

To open your head, you must naturally do it yourself.

Buzz ~

With a light shake, the spear trembled like a dragon dancing, and the buzzing sound made the shopkeeper stagger.

The shopkeeper and the two big men carrying weapons were shocked.

They have been operating this business all year round, so they naturally know that being able to lift this weight is nothing. If you can use this weapon, its power must be more than ten times the weight of the weapon.

This is definitely a master!

"Good gun."

An Qisheng felt that his tentacles were cold, his gunshots were extremely tough, and his strength was trembling slightly, as if his hands and feet were extended.

Of course it is a good gun.

Four hundred taels of gold are already one-third of the gold and silver accumulated by the Zhao family, nicknamed Nanliang Bancheng Family. Now An Qisheng has everything in his hands.

Based on the price of this world, four hundred taels of gold are enough to invite 100,000 burly men to eat for three days.

If it were Xuanxing, it would be the cost of more than 60 million large Xuan coins.

Such a high cost, if it was not a good gun, he would tear the shopkeeper in half at this moment.

"The hero is really a divine power..."

The shopkeeper opened his mouth and could only be amazed.

"Tell me, how much is it."

An Qisheng held the spear and couldn't let go of it.

In his two lives in Baji, he shook big guns every day, and was more familiar with big guns than any weapon. He had not touched the gun for several months. At this time, he had the urge to practice his marksmanship.

With a shot in the hand, the feeling of connecting the heart and meridians will arise naturally.

If the day spear was in his hand, he could kill Kong San on the spot with just one shot.

"Hero, didn't we agree to four hundred taels of gold?"

The shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat. Could this person be trying to lower the price, right?

Because of its large output, the price of cold iron is much lower than that of other strange metals, but it is definitely not a big street product.

"I don't bother to ask if the material fee is 360 taels of gold, but the hard-earned money of forty taels of gold is indeed a bit too much..."

An Qisheng glanced at the shopkeeper with a smile.

One pound of cold iron and one tael of gold is naturally good, but these people who open weapons shops all year round naturally have their own purchasing channels. If hundreds of pounds of cold iron cannot be cheaper, he will not believe it.

"What the hero said is."

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat.

How much pressure does a big man holding a 400-pound cold iron gun look at you?

"I have paid the material fee. There are ten taels of gold, so it's not a waste of effort."

An Qisheng put down the gold with a "splash".

"Ten taels of gold!"

The shopkeeper's face shook and his heart was trembling: "Hero, you are too ruthless in this price... How much, how much do you add a little?"

"Fifteen taels, no more."

An Qisheng thought about it and took another gold ingot.

"you......"

The two bargained for a while, and finally put down the twenty taels of gold. An Qisheng picked up two more long swords and walked out of the weapon shop.

The shopkeeper was sent to the door and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Although he did not make much money as expected, it was the biggest deal he had ever made in his life.

"The shopkeeper is still pretty good. He is covered in cold iron and has no other iron materials to deceive me..."

An Qisheng walked on the long street with a cloak and a spear. The few people scattered even more birds and beasts.

For ordinary people, no one in the martial arts world can be provoked.

Until you walk out of the city gate.

The head of the city gate, who was guarding the city gate, flashed his eyes, and when An Qisheng's figure went far away, he whispered to his subordinates:

"Liuzi, you go to the yamen now and find the group of head-catching masters from Liusanmen, and say that there are masters who have left the city..."

After a pause, he added:
Chapter completed!