Ling Feng stopped his horse, stared at the cyan sword, and used the detection skill. A row of data suddenly appeared in front of him:
Item: Qingfeng Sword
Grade: medium-grade sharp weapon
Weight: two kilograms and six taels
Material: hundred forged steel
The magic weapons in this world are all made by professional swordsmiths and contain special power blessings. They are first-class in terms of sharpness and texture. When they reach the level of mid-grade weapons, they can cut gold and jade without a problem, and they have great combat power against warriors.
The blessing is very great. The powerful magic weapon can even make people jump to challenge. This sword is worth about 30,000 taels of silver.
Ling Feng smiled slightly, tied the sword to his back, and then checked the attribute table: energy value: 410/1000, chivalry value: 1430/4170.
He planned to save this amount of energy to upgrade Qingjiao Kung Fu, which was a body-building technique that was far more balanced and comprehensive than Fuhu Fist and Manniu Jin.
Immediately, he rode away.
The next day, in the morning, the sky was clear and clear.
At this time, Qingshan County, Yuelai Inn.
A yellow-faced young man in a blue shirt tied his horse to the stable next to the inn, walked into the inn slowly, and found a seat to sit down.
The strange thing is that this man has a sword on his back and a sword hanging on his waist.
The waiter came over with a rag on his shoulders and said with a smile on his face: "Sir, what do you want?"
Ling Feng said calmly: "Ten pounds of beef, a roast duck, two side dishes, and a pot of good wine!"
There were not many people in the inn, only a dozen people, but they were all strong, with bright eyes, and were armed with swords. They were obviously martial arts masters.
At this time, as soon as Ling Feng said these words, everyone's eyes immediately stared at him.
The more powerful a person in the martial arts world is, the greater their consumption is. They need to eat a lot of meat every day.
Ling Feng's words undoubtedly showed that he was a master.
The waiter also looked at Ling Feng blankly, as if he was worried about Ling Feng eating the Overlord meal.
Ling Feng seemed unaware and put a piece of silver on the table and said, "No need to look for it, go quickly!"
"Okay, wait a moment!" The waiter picked up the silver, immediately smiled and hurried away.
The eyes of a dozen experts immediately turned away and lowered their heads.
One of the big men in white clothes was about to draw his sword, but was held down by a middle-aged man in yellow clothes next to him.
Ling Feng looked around carefully. There were a total of thirteen people around, divided into three tables.
There were two tables in front of him, and there were seven people on the table on the left. All six of them were strong men, dressed in white and carrying steel knives. There was also a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt with a pair of judge pens on his waist.
There are four people at the table on the right, all dressed in black. Three of them are men with long hair and ferocious faces. One holds a knife, one holds a sword, and one holds a gun. The last one is a beautiful woman in her twenties.
Holding two short swords.
But there were only two people at the table behind them. They were both about thirty years old, wearing green clothes, and carrying swords at their waists. They looked very similar, and they looked like a pair of twin brothers.
The corner of Ling Feng's mouth raised slightly, so many masters, what a huge battle. Needless to say, those six men in white must be from the White Tiger Gang, and the middle-aged warrior in yellow must be top-notch in cultivation as the helmsman. Those four men in black
They are all killers close to warriors, good at combined attacks. They should be the Four Evils of Qingling, one of his former targets. The twin brothers are two heroes of the Yu family, both of them are warriors.
With so many people besieging him, even a top expert would be unable to defeat him with just two fists. It was obvious that the White Tiger Gang attached great importance to him and mobilized so many experts to ambush him in just one night. At this time, Ling Feng had fallen into an unprecedented crisis.
However, before he took action, he had expected that the White Tiger Gang would not give up, but he did not expect that they would take him so seriously.
Obviously, Ling Feng didn't know the legend of the Soul-Deceiving Demon Lord's Soul-Deceiving Sword Manual two hundred years ago. But the White Tiger Gang spread the word a little bit, and it immediately caused an uproar. In the world, the most touching people are often not the stunning beauties, but the beautiful women.
It is a secret book of magical skills. And the sword manual of a legendary figure like the Soul-Deceiving Demon Lord is more attractive to those warriors than he imagined.
However, these people are obviously not of the same mind and have their own agendas. Everyone is here for the soul-stealing sword manual, otherwise they would have taken action long ago.
After a while, the waiter came over with a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, and then brought bowls, chopsticks and cups.
"Sir, please use it with ease!"
Ling Feng picked up a peanut with chopsticks and was about to put it into his mouth, but put the chopsticks down again.
He thought silently in his mind, and the exchange list was immediately refreshed. Sure enough, one of the five options was a body-building technique:
White Elephant Kung Fu
Level: High-level body-forging technique
Description: Once you practice this skill, you will have the power of a white elephant.
Exchange: 800 Chivalry Points.
He immediately redeemed the White Elephant Skill, obtained the White Elephant Skill LV1, and added 200 points of energy value.
A stream of heat emerged from his body and quickly transformed his body.
"Congratulations to the player, the White Elephant Skill has been upgraded to LV2, the completion level is 0/800, and the attributes of muscles and bones, physique 4, and body skill 1 have been improved."
This White Elephant Kung Fu is indeed a high-level body-building technique with the same exchange price as Qingjiao Kung Fu. It also adds 9 points of attributes, and it is very biased towards muscles, bones and body.
At this time, Ling Feng's attributes skyrocketed to: Muscle 22, Physique 20, Body Skill 15, and Soul 30.
"The system prompts that your muscles, bones and physique exceed 20 points. The two attributes cannot be improved temporarily. The body-building technique has entered the realm of marrow refining and can be unlocked!"
At this time, a young scholar dressed in white as snow walked in slowly. This scholar wore a headscarf, had thin skin and tender flesh, and a fair face that was more handsome than a woman. He held a white folding fan in his hand and smiled.
Yingying.
The young scholar sat across from Ling Feng's table and said, "Waiter, bring me a chicken, two pounds of beef, three dishes of side dishes, and four bottles of good wine."
The waiter looked a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Sir, please give me the money first!"
The young scholar touched his money bag, and then suddenly said: "Sorry, I was in a hurry and forgot to bring it."
The waiter was about to chase someone away.
The young scholar pointed at Ling Feng and said, "However, you can put the blame on his head."
Ling Feng stared at the young scholar, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared without a trace. He took out a tael of silver from his purse and said calmly: "Just give her a pound of beef and two dishes of side dishes."
"Okay!" The waiter took the money and left quickly.
But the young scholar glared at Ling Feng and said with a smile: "You are still as mean as ever!"
Ling Feng said calmly: "Do you know how many people still don't have enough to eat and don't have enough clothes to wear? If you can't eat so much, don't waste it!"
The young scholar hummed: "You are right, but this time you have offended the White Tiger Gang and your life is at stake. If you sincerely beg me, maybe I can save your life."
Ling Feng sneered: "Do you want you to rescue me in a six-door prison?"
This young scholar was none other than the female detective Song Yurou disguised as a man. This woman was so haunted that she chased after him again.
Song Yurou laughed and said, "It's better to be alive than to be dead."
Ling Feng said coldly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you with one strike of my sword?"
Song Yurou smiled and said: "I am your only savior now, you are reluctant to kill me!"
Ling Feng just smiled faintly and said: "With your three-legged cat's skills, you can't even save yourself, so why don't you save me?"
He was using provocation and hoped that this woman could really help.
After a while, the waiter brought beef and side dishes.
Song Yurou picked up a piece of beef and was about to put it into her mouth.
Ling Feng secretly cursed an idiot and reached out to knock off her chopsticks.
If the food and wine weren't poisonous, he would have used his chopsticks long ago.
Song Yurou was not angry at all. She smiled and said, "I know you are reluctant to let me die!"
At this time, the middle-aged man in yellow shirt's expression changed and he said coldly: "Come on!"
His original intention was to poison him. Now that he was found out, he would do it directly.
Six big men in white clothes stood up immediately and came at him with swords.
However, the four men in black and the twin men in green did not move, and continued to drink with indifferent expressions.