Yan Ji glanced at the message conveyed to him by the card, then glanced at Mu Xiang, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Yan Ji sorted out the memory of this mutilated body and understood that Mu Xiang was the only martial artist in the Mu family caravan, while the other nursing staff were only experts who had learned two martial arts and stood on stakes for several years, and did not know much about martial arts.
Nor did he become a warrior.
Although these nursing students have only learned martial arts and stood on wooden posts for a few years, one person is more than enough to deal with three or four adult heroes.
Martial arts practitioners with ordinary qualifications, even if they have martial arts knowledge and resources, will not be able to enter the first realm - the realm of flesh and blood without spending eight or nine springs and winters in bitter cold.
In Yan Ji's memory, Mu Xiang has reached the realm of skin and flesh - the realm of cowhide. The realm of warrior skin and flesh is divided into three stages, one is entry, the second is cowhide, and the third is copper skin.
A beginner in the skin and flesh realm can easily lift a large water tank filled with water. His skin is like linen soaked in water. An ordinary knife can only leave a shallow cut on the body, and it is difficult to see blood. He can deal with ten or twenty people.
A grown man doesn't even need to take a breath.
A cowhide is as strong as an ox and its skin is like cowhide. It is difficult to be hurt by ordinary swords. If you don't have a sharp-edged weapon, you may not be able to kill it even if you stand there and let you chop it.
In Yan Ji's memory, Mu Xiang had smashed a large rock that three people were hugging with one palm before, and there was no red mark on his palm at all.
As for the copper-skinned person, Yan Ji had no idea. He had only heard about this body from his father who was very yearning for it.
However, once most warriors have reached the great achievement of cowhide, they can start to choose to break through to the second realm of warriors - the root bone realm. Few people choose to die in the copperskin realm, which requires not only resources and martial arts, but also
Talent and perseverance.
Of course, what makes Yan Ji yearn for becoming a warrior most is not only the powerful strength, but also the longer lifespan. Although I don’t know the exact number, I heard that there are many warriors who have lived for thousands of years.
"We must quickly become a warrior, and it seems we must start with Mu Xiang." Yan Ji made up his mind and said to himself.
Of course he didn't mean to beat Mu Xiang to death, or even to take Mu Xiang's hair.
If he dares to say it, even if Mu Xiang doesn't think much, he will be slapped with a big ear.
He planned to search inside the carriage to see if there were any hairs falling off the wooden neck.
"It really is there!" The thin figure in the carriage searched carefully, and as Yan Ji expected, he finally found seven or eight hairs from the neck.
"Fortunately, warriors in the flesh realm have not yet reached the point where their golden bodies are flawless and they don't shed a single hair."
Yan Ji felt a little lucky in his heart. At the same time, he did not leave the carriage immediately, but immediately touched the black card with consciousness and started copying.
A black light flashed in Yan Ji's hand, and the hair on his hand immediately melted like wax meeting fire. At the same time, the black card in his mind began to flash and emit black light.
Countdown to copy card:72:00:00
Yan Ji was stunned for a moment, looking at the time on the black card in his mind.
"Yan Ji, why are you so frustrated? Mr. Muxiang didn't mean to scold you, he was just thinking about you. Come and drink with uncle!"
As soon as Yan Jigang got out of the carriage quietly, he was grabbed by a drunk nurse from the Mu family.
"No, Uncle Chen, drink slowly. I feel a little urgent to urinate. I'll go aside and take care of it."
Yan Ji recalled the drunkard's name and quickly broke away and ran away.
"Hiccup! What a useless little kid!" Uncle Chen hiccupped and returned to the campfire, where he drank with other nurses.
Only Mu Xiang and the two guards who kept watch at night did not drink.
Mu Xiang sat cross-legged by the bonfire with his eyes closed, and a long sword two palms wide was placed flat on his knees. The other two guards who were keeping watch at night ate some food without taking their hands off the swords at their waists.
While talking and laughing, he was alert to his surroundings.
Yan Ji didn't dare to go too far, so he found a bush at the extreme distance from the bonfire, loosened his trousers, and started to pee.
The two guards who were keeping watch at night glanced at each other and said nothing, then turned around and continued chatting.
brush!
Yan Ji only felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, his mouth was instantly covered by a big hand, and his whole body was dragged into the grass, without a chance to make a sound in the process.
Yan Ji's mind went blank and his whole body was limp.
Unexpectedly, Yan Ji was so young that he would die soon after he discovered the effects of the golden finger.
"Boy, if you don't want to die, just stay silent. I'll ask you a few questions!"
Feeling a cold piece of ice on his neck, Yan Ji was startled and immediately came back to his senses.
He carefully raised his head, and with the dim light of the flames, he saw a dark-faced man with a black belt tied to his left arm, holding a bright sword on his neck and looking at him fiercely.
Behind him were a dozen men who also exuded a fierce aura and had black belts tied on their left arms.
Yan Ji nodded vigorously, and the dark-faced man slowly released the hand covering Yan Ji.
"Hero, don't... don't kill me, I will tell you anything." Yan Ji said tremblingly, but he was relieved in his heart. As long as he was not hacked to death on the spot, he still had a chance.
"Hey! You're quite sensible, I ask you, whose caravan is this?" The black-faced man chuckled, glanced at the Mu family's caravan station and asked.
"Hero, this is the caravan of the Mu family in Oyster Town." Yan Ji replied with a flattering smile on his face.
"Mu family? Is that the Mu family that mainly sells medicinal materials? It seems that we caught a big fish this time." The corners of the black-faced man's mouth cracked, and then he looked at Yan Ji, "Boy, how many caravans does the Mu family have?
Manpower? How many warriors are there? How many goods are there? What are they?"
"Back to the hero, there are only about ten people in the Mu family's caravan. Among them, only Mu Xiang is a warrior in the flesh realm. They are transporting some medicinal materials, mainly oysters." Yan Ji sold Mu Xiang to him without any hesitation or guilt.
Already.
The black-faced man looked Yan Ji up and down and said, "Boy, I'm not afraid you know that we are from Heishanzhai. We have just come to the Oyster Town area recently. We are short of manpower. Seeing that you are not old and you are quite smart, I will give it to you."
It's an opportunity for prosperity. It depends on whether you can seize it. Go and put this thing quietly into Mu Xiang's food."
With that said, the black-faced man took out a packet of medicinal powder and put it in Yan Ji's hand, then let him go without any threats.
Yan Ji pinched the powder, took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked out of the grass.
He was faced with two choices at this time. The first was to do as the black-faced man said, and the other was to quietly tip off Mu Xiang.
"This black-faced man didn't even say a threatening word to me, which shows that he doesn't care about Mu Xiang's strength at all. It seems that I have only one choice." Yan Ji thought to himself, and immediately made up his mind.
"Brother, do you believe this kid so much? If he tips the news later, we will have to do something wrong." A tall and thin man with long and narrow eyelashes came to the side of the black-faced man and looked at Yan Jiyuan's retreating back.
Huang Ke glanced at the tall and thin man and said, "Didn't you realize that since the former Japanese leader came to meet our six leaders for a gathering, the other five leaders have been recruiting people?"
"Does the leader of the village have any plans in the near future?" the tall and thin man asked in surprise.
Huang Ke turned his head and did not answer immediately. After a while, he said: "The owner of the Eighteen Villages in Black Mountain lost the previous competition with other branch villages and was driven to Oyster Town. As a result, many ungrateful people left. Now even if
If you have a plan, you also need some cannon fodder who can charge forward."