He has only been in this world for more than a month and does not know much about this world.
Everything he knows comes from the original owner, from Oyster Town, and from Black Mountain Village.
But in just this month of acquaintance, he understood the cruelty of this world.
Kill, or be killed.
Become stronger, or be stronger.
After reading the Black Mountain Magic Scripture, he only knew that this martial arts was very strong and awesome. If it were a martial arts novel in his previous life, it would definitely be a peerless magical skill that would make people break their heads.
Now that the peerless magical power is right in front of him, it is impossible for him to give up directly, even if he is mentally retarded.
As for the many truths Huang Ke told him before, it doesn't matter whether the martial arts is good or bad. What matters is the realm, perseverance and hard training. You should practice the martial arts that suits you best. He just treated it like farts.
In his previous life, he lived in a world without extraordinary power, and he always dreamed that he could practice peerless magic.
Now in this world where personal force can move mountains and reclaim seas, he naturally wants the best and the strongest.
As for whether this Black Mountain Magic Scripture is suitable for me, or whether it is the conspiracy of the mysterious chief village leader, or whether there are any flaws and traps in this technique.
He didn't want to worry about any of this, he only knew that he had to practice this unique magical skill.
Of course, it would be better if he had a corpse practicing the Black Mountain Magic Sutra at this time, so that he could rely on the black card to learn the Black Mountain Magic Sutra without having to endure hardships on his own.
Unfortunately, it didn't, and it was impossible for him to ask about it now.
"I just hope I can succeed, Heika will bless you." Yan Ji prayed in his heart.
The looting lasted all night.
Fire, killing, crying.
Yan Ji spent the whole night leaning on a tree trunk with his eyes closed to meditate. He did not dare to sleep to death for fear that someone would unknowingly cut off his head in his sleep.
At the same time, the use time of the Samsung copy card was also over. Yan Ji instantly felt that his strong body was weakening, and even the pain of the injury became unbearable.
The black card reminds him to choose one of the three abilities of talent, martial arts, and martial arts.
Since he had already made up his mind before, Yan Ji did not hesitate and directly chose the martial art - Raging Dog Claw (Entering the House).
He estimated that if he directly chooses the Angry Dog Jue (First Peep into the Door) combined with the previously learned martial art Angry Dog Claw (First Peep into the Door), it will directly allow him to enter the entry-level level of the Flesh Realm.
This directly caused him to lose the prerequisites for learning the Black Mountain Magic Scripture.
If he chooses Angry Dog Claw (entering the room), his physical fitness will definitely be greatly improved again, and he will not enter the flesh realm because he has no martial arts.
This would lay a solid foundation for him to learn the Black Mountain Magic Scripture, which is why he dared to try to learn the Black Mountain Magic Scripture on his own.
After Yan Ji made the choice, he suddenly felt that his weakened body began to slowly become stronger. The cells of the muscles and skin seemed to be constantly dividing. The arms, thighs, chest and back were slowly getting thicker and larger, and the muscles were gradually accumulating.
His body, which was originally as thin as a boy, became somewhat youthful, but it was hard to tell under the cover of his loose clothes.
"As expected, my physical fitness has improved at least several times, and I even feel no worse than a martial artist at the entry-level level of the Flesh Realm. Just learning a book of martial arts is enough for me to get involved."
boom!
Feeling the strength of his body, Yan Ji without a flick of his arm formed a fist with his right hand and hit the big tree beside him with the back of his fist.
A crack was made in the trunk of the tree, and the leaves fell to the ground.
"Suffer it!"
Yan Ji secretly thought, and quickly cleaned up the leaves on the ground, returning them to their original appearance. He also found a knife and cut several cracks in the trunk to cover up the appearance of the tree trunk.
"Huh~ Fortunately everyone was busy looting and no one came out of the town to see this scene, otherwise there would be some trouble."
After doing all this, Yan Ji continued to recuperate and wait, and began to use black cards to make Zhang Shun's two-star copy card.
He now needs a trump card to save his life.
There are several reasons why it was made by Zhang Shun and not by others.
First, the current survival point in his hand cannot produce a Samsung copy card.
Secondly, the flesh and blood organs of the Root Bone Realm warrior in his hand were just enough for him to make a four-star copy card, and it was a mummy, and all the blood and energy had been absorbed by the leader of the Black Village, so he could not make a two-star copy card.
Third, Zhang Shun is the strongest among the corpses he controls in terms of strength and life-saving ability. Even if the two-star copy card is only 50% of the original strength, Yan Ji believes that Zhang Shun's two-star copy card can still maintain the cowhide level of the flesh realm.
As for falling to the entry level.
After all, his current physical strength is not much different from that of ordinary warriors who are at the entry level of the Flesh Realm.
One martial art that can enter the palace is enough to offset the other advantages of entry-level warriors in the Flesh Realm.
When you see the black card reminder, it will take five days to make a two-star duplicate card.
Another day passed.
There was a boom, and Yan Ji felt as if there was an earthquake.
Six powerful auras rose and collided in Oyster Town.
One of them is the most powerful, like a blood dragon.
One of the other five paths is stronger, just below that blood dragon, while the other four paths are much weaker.
Without thinking, Yan Ji also knew that this was a fight between the leader of Black Mountain Village and the remaining five Qi and Blood Realm warriors in Oyster Town.
"It's really terrifying. I can feel this suffocating energy and blood from such a distance. I am worthy of being called a strong man who can defeat thousands of enemies with a thousand armies. I don't know when I will reach this state."
Yan Ji showed a hint of longing. If he didn't understand anything before and had not used Mu Xiang's three-star copy card to feel the power of a real warrior, he still had the idea of picking up the corpse of a warrior who had leaked blood.
But after the night before, he put this thought behind him.
Just kidding, in a battle of this level, not to mention flesh-level warriors, even bone-level warriors would probably die without a burial if they wanted to pick it up.
Didn’t you see how fast Huang Ke escaped that night after knowing that the two Qi and Blood Realm warriors were going to fight?
"Forget it, let's just be honest and work hard on the black card." Yan Ji shook his head and stopped thinking.
The collision of six auras lasted for a whole day before gradually disappearing.
At this time, the sky had just turned white, and Yan Ji saw a group of people coming out of the town gate.
It was Huang Ke and his group of men. Their number was much smaller than when they entered Oyster Town, but everyone was carrying large and small bags on their shoulders and had a satisfied smile on their face.
"Yan Ji, why are you alone? Where is Yang Yanxin?" Huang Ke glanced around and asked with a frown.
"Big boss, after we separated, the younger one felt that his strength was low and he didn't dare to go plundering with Boss Yang, so he asked for a knife and ran out of the town alone. He came here to hide and study the Black Mountain Magic Scripture.
Practice sword skills with me.
"What? Didn't Boss Yang go to meet you, the big boss?"
Yan Ji first said with a hint of inferiority, and then asked doubtfully.