Su Xia wore a green dress and a red jade forehead ornament, sitting at the main seat in the lobby.
Wearing a thick black fox fur shawl on his shoulders, two silver-armored guards with grand and long auras stood upright beside him.
Su Mu was standing below, his head slightly lowered, reporting the situation to him.
"So, those people my uncle met on the way should at least have the silver level cultivation level of my Su family?" Su Xia, as the head of the first family in Liaocheng, looked calm and calm at this time, and was not affected by the failure of recruitment.
I was moved, but I didn't get angry because I was provoked by other small forces in the process.
"Yes, according to my observation, the person in charge, the young master named Lin, should have a cultivation level higher than the silver level."
Su Mu frowned and said, "After entering the city, these few people only stayed in the inn and did not go out. They just went to wander around the surrounding streets. I don't know the purpose of coming here."
"Don't worry about it." Su Xia raised her hand and said. "Since they don't want to, just maintain a good relationship and give them as much convenience as possible when it's convenient."
"Understood." Su Mu nodded.
"I'll leave this to you. The goods arrived safely this time. Thank you for your hard work, uncle. Let's go and rest first."
Su Mu took the order and retreated.
Immediately, the two twin sisters came in and bowed their hands to Su Xia.
"The master of the house wants us to do something?"
The two sisters are not outstanding in appearance, but their bodies give people a vague sense of ice-like sharpness.
"How are the other families doing?" Su Xia's eyes flashed at this moment and her body leaned forward slightly. Obviously the question she was asking at this time was much more important.
The twins looked at each other.
"The Thirteen Families are still negotiating with the Lion Fist and are not interested in our bargaining chips at all. The situation is not very good."
"Is that so?" Su Xia frowned. "I really did the right thing in planning the martial arts tournament before, otherwise the situation would be even worse now. Do you have any good countermeasures?"
The elder sister of the twins stepped forward and said.
"But things have taken a turn for the better."
"Oh? What's the turning point?" Su Xia was a little surprised.
"Today, when the Thirteen Families were negotiating with the Lion Fist Clan, an accident suddenly occurred there. A branch director of the Lion Fist Clan was kidnapped for no reason. The impact of this incident was very bad. The Thirteen Families therefore
I have doubts about the force used by the Lion Fist, and I think they may not be able to protect the items entrusted with this mission."
My sister explained in a deep voice.
"This is our opportunity!" my sister said firmly.
"What else happened?" Su Xia was slightly startled, "When did this happen?"
"Just an hour ago."
When Su Xia heard this, she was stunned for a moment.
Su Mu had just come to tell him that an hour ago, several third-level masters entered Liaocheng. Generally, masters of this level would have to register their entry and exit.
The administrators of any place will not casually allow an influence factor of unknown origin that can threaten the security of the area to enter their jurisdiction without registering it.
The same goes for the Su family.
Therefore, as the head of the family, she knew very well the total number of silver-level masters who came in from the entire Liaocheng an hour ago. And the location where those few of them stayed after they came in was very close to the Lion Fist Sect branch in the outer city.
"Who is the branch chief who was kidnapped?" She thought for a moment and asked again.
"Qing Xiuzhen is the sister of Qing Shishan, who is ranked fifth in the headquarters." The twin sister said quickly.
"Tsk, tsk, the situation is complicated now."
Su Xia clearly remembered that the location where that group of people lived was the branch where Qing Xiuzhen was in charge.
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After sending Xiao Jade Fox, Wang Peng and others away, Lin Xin stayed alone in Liaocheng. He suddenly felt lonely. With Qing Xiuzhen and Xiao Shasha tied up, he put a concealment talisman on them and took them out of the city.
, I rented a house randomly to live in by the river in the suburbs.
For several days in a row, Qing Xiuzhen was forced to fight with her, and each time the opponent was beaten to a bloody head. He just suppressed his own strength to a slightly stronger position than Qing Xiuzhen, giving him
Hope, and then force him to go all out and resort to frequent means every time.
But unfortunately, no escape was successful.
But he somewhat understood the meaning of the Lion Fist Sect.
The inheritance of this sect seems to be quite old, and it can survive for so long in the gap between the Red Ridge Sect and the Immortal Alliance. Sure enough, there is something extraordinary about it.
Bang!
Qing Xiuzhen punched out, and the lion shadow behind her roared wildly. All the muscles in her body flowed to her right fist like waves, and then she exploded with all her power and hit Lin Xin's left palm hard.
The energy sputtered, and grass and dirt flew everywhere under their feet. If there were ordinary people around, they would be instantly deafened by the huge sound wave.
Qing Xiuzhen was a full head taller than Lin Xin, but her face was distorted and painful, and blood was oozing from one eye. It was dripping from the bridge of her nose.
On the head, neck, vest, and chest, sweat was gathering like a stream, flowing downwards along the low areas of the body.
Under the sun, she stared at Lin Xin in front of her with an almost desperate look.
"How could you?!!" This was the strongest blow she had ever struck, but it was still
"What do you want to say?"
Lin Xin was using his bare hands, and his black robe was draped behind him like a cloak. It was torn back crazily by the strength, and underneath was only a simple black and red armor.
This is one of the batches of fire-attribute full-body armor that he forged himself in the past. At this level, it is suitable for use in special practice battles.
Ordinary robes would have been damaged a long time ago if they simply relied on physical resistance without the use of demonic energy for protection.
Lin Xincai simply took out this set of armor and used it for daily practice battles.
With his current master-level formation talisman, it is not difficult to slightly modify the finished product. In the middle, he added a set of self-repairing formation talismans to the armor, which was also easy.
"How is it possible that your physical body can be trained to this level?!" Qing Xiuzhen couldn't believe it at all that someone in this world could actually strengthen the human body to such an incredible level.
You must know that in physical training, no matter what technique it is, it is actually imitating the ancient demon gods, demon gods, etc. In the end, you will transform yourself more and more into a different person, and finally abandon your desire completely and become a real demon god or demon god. This is
It is the ultimate goal of physical training.
Because no matter how we practice and exercise, the human body has an upper limit. This is a limit determined by the innate structure.
Just like a glass is always a glass, you cannot turn it into a diamond cup all of a sudden. Only by gradually discarding the glass, replacing it with other materials, and reorganizing its own structure can the strength be fundamentally improved.
Lin Xin's situation at this time was like directly strengthening the glass into a diamond. How could Qing Xiuzhen not be shocked or shocked?
"The physical body is indeed a goal beyond the reach of ordinary humans. Therefore, demon monks almost always take the route of transforming themselves." Lin Xin said lightly, "This is the so-called demon body transformation."
He changed the subject.
"However, there are exceptions in this world after all. I once saw people from a land whose physical bodies were terrifyingly strong. I gained inspiration and insights from their practice system, which is why I have reached this point."
Qing Xiuzhen took two steps back and sat down on the ground.
Looking at Lin Xin blankly, he never mentioned leaving again for a while.
Shasha watched with horror from the side. These two people were simply ferocious beasts in human form. Just a punch to the side could smash rocks and break steel.
He didn't dare to get close to the strong wind that blew up during the fight, so as not to be accidentally injured by the airflow.
Once she accidentally walked too close and was struck by an invisible splash of air. Her face was instantly disfigured. She almost hit her most vulnerable eye.
She was so frightened that she pissed herself and ran away.
Then he happened to run too far. Lin Xin reached the limit of the restriction, and was so painful that he rolled crazily on the ground, howling miserably for half an hour.
It makes the listeners sad and the listeners in tears.
"You compensated me for practicing for so long. This should be considered as your reward." Lin Xin casually threw out a jade plaque, which contained a hundred pieces of spiritual jade.
For him who often robs homes and houses, he can harvest hundreds of yuan from one robbery. On the way here, before meeting Su Mu, he had solved several mountain bandit dens along the way, two of which had a third-grade level.
The existence of monks.
The result was naturally a bumper harvest. After sorting out the most precious parts of the harvest, he also had wealth worth thousands of jade. This was only half a month.
So giving her hundreds of pieces of spiritual jade is nothing at all.
"Do you think it's over?" Qing Xiuzhen was stunned. She caught the flying jade token and had not yet reacted to the beating.
"It's over." Lin Xin replied casually.
He turned around and walked towards the rental house. There was a desolate rocky land nearby. There was only a small wooden house with a single family and a small vegetable garden next to it. It happened to be an inaccessible place, and a blindfold was arranged.
So there is no need to worry about the sound and image of their fighting being spread out.
Finally fully comprehending the meaning of Lion Fist, Lin Xin felt slightly relaxed.
Having mastered another Taoist spirit, his Yuan Demon Fighting Skill became even stronger.
"The accumulation of the fourth level of Yuan Demon Fighting Technique is too astonishing. It requires the complete condensation of thousands of different Taoist ideas. I really don't know how those two people gathered them together." He sighed inwardly.
He once asked the eldest princess and the second princess about the situation when they first practiced Yuandou Demon Kung Fu, and they found that it was much more difficult and difficult than him.
It is said that the two of them spent hundreds of years collecting various Taoist ideas, and then spent another thirty years confirming each other's understanding and practicing. Finally, it took three hundred years before they reached the fifth level and stepped into the
Yuan Jing, get Yuan Jing's original demonic realm.
"In other words, there is no corresponding golden elixir realm in the Yuan Dou Demon Skill." Lin Xin understood clearly in his mind, "From collecting thousands of Taoist intentions, directly integrating them into one, and transforming them into the demon realm, they directly entered the Yuan Jing.
level. It seems that different systems are indeed very different."
He stretched out his hand and glanced at his arms.
Ever since he continued to enhance his attribute points, Lin Xin had an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and reality.
It seems that this kind of self is truly alive and truly feeling this world, this extremely real and extremely dangerous world.
Attribute points were continuously collected and distributed evenly to the surroundings. He could feel that he was getting stronger.
Up to now, Lin Xin himself has not had a truly full-out fight for a long, long time.
He knew he was strong, terrifyingly strong, but he didn't know how strong he was.
Sometimes I can't control my strength, and just the airflow from my breath will be like an arrow, punching holes of different sizes in the wooden wall beside the bed. (To be continued.)