As the showdown approaches, the atmosphere in the Mozhu Gang becomes very strange and solemn.
Shang Zirong came in and out every day, and from time to time stayed in the room to discuss with several mature and serious elders. Since he was too pedantic and could not listen to conspiracies, Zhuo Mufeng was honorably excluded.
Of course, everyone was still very polite when they met. It is estimated that in the hearts of Shang Zirong and several elders, Zhuo Mufeng has been reduced to a high-level thug.
In the other direction, there were also many gang members gathered in the small courtyard to the west. They were obviously Qian Tong's men.
Zhuo Mufeng discovered that Qian Tong had more than thirty subordinates, all of whom were young and strong. On the other hand, Shang Zirong had less than twenty people, including a few bad old men.
There was no other way. The previous gang leader, Shang Xian, was kind and generous, never involved in illegal money, and had no means of doing business. He opened Yaoxiantang and still lost money.
If other gangs were not full of members and did not dare to expand for fear of offending the government, it is estimated that these fifty or so gang members would also have to leave.
But Qian Tong, this old guy's hands and feet are definitely not clean, and he has other income, otherwise he would not have so much money to reward him, and he has gathered more than thirty strong men.
Both sides are preparing for the final battle, but no one knows that Zhuo Mufeng, the moral gentleman recognized by the whole gang, is also making calculations.
After three days of cultivation, the five common medicinal plants stopped transforming one after another and must have reached their limit. The first line of numbers on Wu Zizhu was also fixed at 380 points.
Without any hesitation, Zhuo Mufeng hid in the room and ate the black rock beard first.
The taste is very bitter, almost like biting the bark of a tree. If it is an ordinary medicinal material, doing so is completely self-inflicted. Only star-rated medicinal materials can melt in the mouth.
What disappointed Zhuo Mufeng was that the transformed Black Rock Beard was still not a one-star medicinal material, but it was far better than ordinary medicinal materials.
After he gritted his teeth and chewed hundreds of times and spit out the dregs, his stomach suddenly felt hot. This energy was like steel needles, piercing into the bone marrow.
It works!
Zhuo Mufeng quickly used his right arm to use the Seven Swords of Black Bamboo. With repeated exertions, all the energy gathered towards his right arm, causing slight pains like cramps and peeling marrow.
Zhuo Mufeng bit his lip and mustered up his will to swing the sword forcefully, sweating like raindrops.
I persisted like this for a full quarter of an hour before the pain subsided. Soon after, a warm feeling arose in a part of my right arm.
Zhuo Mufeng knew that those were bones that had just been tempered.
It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized the difference between having and not having resources.
Without the mutated Black Rock Beard, he would have had to rely on the power-carrying skills of the Seven Black Bamboo Swords to temper his bones, which would have taken countless hard work and time.
The original owner practiced martial arts at the age of nine, regardless of the cold or heat. In seven years, he had tempered seventy-nine bones, an average of more than ten bones a year. At this speed, even in the Red Sun City, he was the best.
Even the Tiger Gang secretly came to poach him and offered him a monthly salary of one to two to five, which is evident.
Now after swallowing the mutated black rock beard, he immediately tempered a piece. The difference makes people speechless. Of course, the original owner had laid a solid foundation beforehand, otherwise it would not have been so fast.
When his consciousness entered the third level gate of Quanwu, the number on the Wu character pillar increased from 380 points to 390 points.
"It would be great if I could get one-star medicinal materials."
Zhuo Mufeng's heart was beating fast.
This is just the black rock beard. If it is replaced by a one-star medicinal material with better effects, is it possible to continue to transform after being moistened by the light red medicinal soil?
By then, how fast will his cultivation speed be?
In the dark, Zhuo Mufeng saw a brilliant golden avenue. However, this golden avenue required prerequisites.
Wuzhu value!
He must constantly improve this item to make the light red medicinal soil effective at all times.
He did it as soon as he thought of it. Zhuo Mufeng endured the pain and swallowed four more transformation herbs.
There was a dense sound of sword wind in the room.
After most of the day, Zhuo Mufeng, who was sweating like rain and soaked to the skin, lay on his back on the ground, grinning silently and laughing, and another bone in his right arm was tempered.
In just one day, two pieces of bone were tempered. This speed would definitely shock several nearby counties, and only some disciples of the big sect could compare.
After resting for a while, he stood up and swung his sword, and found that his movements were more powerful than before.
Zhuo Mufeng was a fan of ancient martial arts in his previous life. In addition, he has studied hard and practiced hard in the past few days. Through muscle memory, he has basically restored 60 to 70% of the original master's combat power.
In other words, at this moment, Zhuo Mufeng has begun to have the capital to protect himself. If he takes a large amount of transformation medicinal materials and increases his cultivation level, it will be just around the corner to surpass the original owner.
Unfortunately, the Wuzhu value only has 400 points left and will not be used for a few days.
What's more, he is penniless. Even if he sells the four replaced plants of transformation medicinal materials, he will only get a few taels of silver at most. It is completely impossible to continue to purchase ordinary medicinal materials and quickly temper his bones.
Suddenly, the problem before Zhuo Mufeng became clear.
He needs money, and fast money!
But it is too difficult to save money if you work for others.
If he were to start his own business, not to mention that Zhuo Mufeng had no money or land, the government office would also be very busy. After all, it was not easy to coordinate the various departments. Just going through the various procedures would take several months without even thinking about it. How could he have the time?
After thinking about it, a bold idea flashed in Zhuo Mufeng's mind.
The Mozhu Gang!
If you can control the Mozhu Gang, wouldn't you be able to mobilize the resources of the Mozhu Gang?
He wanted to escape before because he was only half-assed and would be exposed as soon as he got on the stage. But it's different now. He can't run away even if he can't do it?
Another one, if you occupy the magpie's nest yourself, you must inherit the cause and effect of the original owner and avenge the other party.
The mentor's bones are still cold. How can he let the Mozhu Gang fall by the wayside? He is about to step forward and shoulder the heavy burden!
In this world where martial arts masters are rampant, without powerful martial arts, you may be killed even walking on the street. The world is so big, and if you want to walk around, you must become stronger.
Done!
In an instant, Zhuo Mufeng made up his mind.
It's just that Qian Tong is a fourth-level Vajra warrior, and his limbs have been tempered, and his combat power is obviously higher than his own. There is also Shang Zirong, this girl is determined to win the position of gang leader.
Both sides have a group of cavalry, and they are alone. The situation is not very favorable.
After pondering for a long time, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on Zhuo Mufeng's face. He turned his wrist and a green plant appeared in his palm, which was one of the four replaced medicinal plants for transformation.
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Tomorrow is the showdown.
The Mozhu Gang late at night was enveloped in an atmosphere of depression and restlessness.
The two factions were very distinct, and when they met, they glared at each other, as if they wanted to kill each other with their fierce eyes.
In this situation, Zhuo Mufeng, who was dressed in straight blue cloth, carried a food box and walked to Qian Tong's yard with a swagger.
"Zhuo Mufeng?"
After receiving the report, Qian Tong, whose mouth was full of food after eating chicken, raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and asked someone to bring Zhuo Mufeng up.
He wanted to see what that guy who was more pedantic than Shang Xian wanted to do.
Soon, Zhuo Mufeng walked in, Qian Tong said with a smile: "Mufeng, it's rare that you come to see me, do you want to eat together?"
Zhuo Mufeng said with a straight face: "Uncle, you can't eat junk food."
Qian Tong cleared his throat and saw Zhuo Mufeng sitting opposite him. He put the food box on the table and took out two plates of side dishes and two bowls of rice.
"Uncle Master, do you ever regret that you sent someone to poison me?"
"Mufeng, what are you talking about?"
"Needless to say, today is the last time I call you uncle. After this dinner, we will break all ties and we will be enemies when we meet again."
Qian Tong laughed secretly.
As expected, it's really pedantic. Since we are all enemies, we don't want to kill ourselves, but we still insist on having a meal. Isn't it very ritualistic?
With this thought in his mind, Qian Tong still had no intention of using his chopsticks. He had to be on guard against others. Although he didn't think Zhuo Mufeng would resort to subversive tactics, it was always right to be cautious.
Zhuo Mufeng ate with a big mouthful of food. Within a moment, his face turned red and he looked very bitter.
Qian Tong thought he couldn't bear it, so he smiled like an elder: "You are a good boy, withdraw from the dispute. The hypocrisy and cruelty of the world are far beyond your imagination."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Mufeng had put down his bowls and chopsticks, his face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and he turned around and walked out. Qian Tong looked puzzled for a while.
"Wait!"
Qian Tong stood up and shouted loudly.
Zhuo Mufeng, who had just walked out of the hall, was immediately blocked by a group of strong men outside the corridor.
"Qian Tong, what do you mean?"
Zhuo Mufeng asked in disbelief.
Qian Tong smiled and said: "Since we have broken all ties, do you think I will let you go?"
"How can you be so mean if you don't kill the envoys when the two countries are at war?"
He is indeed an idiot who is angry at book business!
"Don't you understand, a soldier never tires of deceit? As long as I kill you, that girl Shang Zirong won't be able to cause trouble, and I will win for sure. Why are you still standing there? Come on!"
Qian Tong gave an order, and thirteen or four strong men armed with sticks immediately attacked Zhuo Mufeng, focusing on his vital parts. Because the space in the corridor was too small to move, Zhuo Mufeng was suddenly in danger.
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At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded from far to near.
"Master, Shang Zirong and the others cheated and invaded!"
The man with an ordinary face said urgently.
Qian Tong was stunned.
Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhuo Mufeng rushed forward, kicked the two men away, and narrowly escaped from the stick. He immediately rushed to the courtyard, met with Shang Zirong and others, and let out a sigh of relief.