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After teaching the theory, San Shugong took Chen Xing to a martial arts gym run by a friend nearby and began to practice spiritual tempering.

A few days later...

"Boom!"

In the spacious and bright martial arts hall, Chen Xing's palm was printed on the old vase, muffled like thunder, invisible waves of air surging out, but the vase did not move and remained intact.

Chen Xing slowly retracted his hand, and a fine cracking sound came from the vase, from the inside to the outside, with a sudden bang, breaking into powder. A blue flame ignited in the powder, the brilliance was dazzling, and it quickly disappeared in an instant, like a flash in the pan.

"Very good!" The third uncle's approving voice came from behind, "From the inside out, the spirits come out, you have mastered the key skills, just go back and get some old things to practice your hands..."

"Thank you Sanshugong for teaching." Chen Xing clasped his fists in an ancient salute.

"It's all from my own family, you're welcome." San Shugong waved his hand and said.

"The young man has a good savvy, and he learned it in less than a week. I remember that you learned it after studying for more than half a month." Another old man said with a smile. He is Sanshugong's friend, the master of this martial arts gym, and he teaches the ancient oriental martial arts Bajiquan.

"My talent is dull, and I rely on diligence, and I can't compare with young people." The third uncle was not angry, and said cheerfully.

"That's, maybe some time later, we all have to respect him as a teacher." The curator joked. For future lord-level powerhouses, a good relationship must be established in advance.

"Senior is humble, and I will ask you about boxing the next day." Chen Xing said with a fist. Others respect him, and he respects others. Everyone lifted the sedan chair steadily, and their face was given to each other.

The two elders and the young had a good time, and after a meal and a little wine, Chen Xing bid farewell to the two elders and prepared to return to Lanhua Town.

Out of the martial arts hall, the sun was dazzling. It's only two o'clock at noon, and it's still early. After drinking, Chen Xing suddenly became interested. He didn't rush out of the city, and came to the place where he used to stay in his previous life.

Wooden crates with empty beer bottles were stacked on the side of the road, empty wooden barrels for rum were staggered, and a hangover drunkard was leaning against the wall, holding an empty bottle in his hand, and the smell of vomit was all over his body. From time to time, arguing and swearing sounded from the wooden window overhead. Most of them are contradictions between the prostitutes and the wandering owls. Either the money given is not enough, or the service is not good enough, or even snoring because of the bad body.

"Pong Cang!"

A beer bottle flew out of the window and smashed to pieces under Chen Xing's feet.

"Huh, Chen Xing, is this Brother Chen Xing?"

Chen Xing was about to carry boxes of bottles and threw them back to punish the ethical **** upstairs, when a strange voice suddenly came from behind him.

Turning his head to see, he was a thin young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. He was about the same age as Chen Xing. Because of his small stature, his old mercenary uniform was a bit loose.

"Oh, it's really you!" The little man was surprised.

Chen Xing frowned slightly, he did not remember that he knew such a person. The opponent is thin and weak, and has no psychic fluctuations. It is estimated that he has not even hit the evolution potion. But the other party's expression and expression were not like a liar, and he was really surprised by the experience of a stranger in another country. Moreover, his current name is Chen Erliu, but the other party called out his real name in one go.

"What's the matter? I have made a fortune. I haven't seen each other for more than four years?" The little man said sourly.

Haven't seen you in more than four years?

Chen Xing's brain flashed, and he glanced at the time of the black watch.

[Dr2616-6-10, pm3:11]

[Life State: Healthy]

[Mentality level: 150]

[Protection level: 3 (high fiber combat uniform)]

[Satellite signal: full]

The date he crossed to the original body was Dr2612-5-16, am 9:30, and it is a little more than four years now.

He kept digging and searching in his memory, and a vague name finally came to mind.

"Little Army?"

Chen Xing asked uncertainly. This is the memory of the original body, fragmented and incomplete.

"Haha, let me just say, how can I forget the courier that has been delivered for so many years together." The little man said happily. I wanted to hug me, saw the other party's brand-new clothes, and drew back.

It really is the old knowledge of the original body!

When Chen Xinghun was wearing possession, he inherited part of the memory of his original body.

He had the same name as him, and was also called Chen Xing. When he was eight years old, he wandered to Longshi Town, picking up trash in the first few years, and later became a newsboy, and then became a courier. After saving some money, I wanted to go to Lanhua Town to be a mercenary, and wanted to get ahead, but Alia was stunned to death. She died before she left the school, and finally died of poison. Chen Xinghun passed through and took over the body. As for the memory before the age of eight, how the original body flowed to Longshi Town, there is no at all.

In the last life, Chen Xing could not survive in Lanhua Town. He returned to Longshi Town and worked as a courier for two years until he met Tienuo. During the period, I did not meet this little man, it is estimated that the other party had already left Longshi Town at that time.

"Why are you here?" Chen Xing asked. Since I have occupied this body, I also do good deeds for the original body, and I have the right to pay back.

"Didn’t you talk about going to Orchid Town to be a mercenary back then? I wondered if I couldn’t deliver couriers all my life. It’s so boring, but you know, I’m not as good as you, so I wanted to go to a bigger place. Come here..." As he said, Xiaojun seemed to think of something, and said, "By the way, Brother Xiong and the others are also here. We have a meal together to reminisce about the past in the evening."

Chen Xing had no impression of this "Brother Xiong", and he wanted to come to the old knowledge of the original body, so just go and have a look.

"Brother Chen Xing, you are doing pretty well now, see if your outfit is not cheap." Xiaojun said enviously.

Chen Xing's suit was a customized version of the Dragon Scale Guard combat uniform that Ye Yang Bailiu gave him. It was worn by the two strongest troops in Ice Blue City, and of course it was not cheap. However, Chen Xing has no habit of showing off, especially in the face of these old acquaintances who are obviously not as good as him, and said casually, "It's just a little newer, nothing special."

"Hey, the new clothes are pretty good." Xiaojun said, and then pointed to the alley ahead, "Go, find Brother Xiong and the others."

"Among us, Brother Xiong is the best mixed up. He knows many big people. I heard that he is going to do big things recently..." Xiaojun led the way and said to himself.

While the other party was not paying attention, Chen Xing whispered with the black watch in his mouth, "Sola, replace the identity information, and change the name to Chen Xing, a quasi-elite attribute template."

His current name is Chen Erliu, so that he won't be suspicious when scanning, and with the original body's ability, there is now a quasi-elite class that has reached the sky. In fact, Chen Xing of the previous life did not even have a quasi-elite class at this stage. The identity of the big guard is revealed, doesn't it frighten people?

After spending a while in the alley, Xiaojun took Chen Xing to a larger bar.

The hall is more than 100 square meters, with seven or eight large round tables, and long wooden boards nailed to the ground. You can vaguely see the beer lids in the cracks. The bar counter is made of a whole piece of thick trunk attached to the bark, with colorful lights hung on it. In the low-cost mercenary bar on the ground floor, the decoration is pretty good.

The round table was full, and they were all mercenaries from the dressing point of view. They seemed to know each other, turning their heads and joking with the people at the next table from time to time.

"Brother Xiong, see who is here!"

What Xiaojun called was a tall young man who was punching the person next to him, as if he hadn't heard Xiaojun's words.

"Brothers are good, six, six, six, three-star photos, eight-horse running, fast drinking..."

"Brother Xiong..."

Xiaojun leaned over, pulled the opponent's clothes cautiously, and whispered.

"Five chiefs, Si Xi Cai..." The man still didn't respond, he kept throwing his fists.

At this time, Chen Xing remembered that this person was named Li Xiong, and he belonged to a courier company. There is no specific impression, and it is estimated that there is not much overlap with the original body.

"A little bit, Qiqiao Qiao, ah, you lose, you lose, hahaha, drink, drink!"

After Li Xiong lost, he grabbed his hair hard, turned around and saw Xiaojun, and suddenly turned his anger, "What the hell, I don't know if I'm busy!" He spit out, "It's really bad luck!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I caused Brother Xiong to lose the wine, I'll drink this cup." Xiaojun said with a smile, reaching for the wine glass, but was pushed away by Brother Xiong.

"Googling, what's your identity, and you still want to drink for me? Are you qualified!" Li Xiong scolded and took a sip from the wine glass.

Xiaojun stood a little awkwardly beside him, and did not dare to speak again.

"Huh?" Until then, Li Xiong found out

Chen Xing, who was next to him, looked around for a few times, and finally recognized him, he laughed suddenly, "How come your kid is here too!" Then he stood up and reached out to pat Chen Xing's shoulder.

This person is not very old, about the same age as Chen Xing and Xiaojun, but he pretends to be very mature.

But who is Chen Xing?

Although nothing compared to those above, he was a town mayor, a baron, and a strong guard at the guard level, and he was more than just the best. A soldier wants to slap him on the shoulder, when he is a lord or king?

Moreover, the other party's actions made him a little disgusted, and he moved quietly, deliberately letting the other party's hand fall.

Li Xiong did not pat his shoulder, his body lost his balance, and he staggered forward.

"Li Xiong, are you okay? A glass of wine is so drunk." The mercenary who fisted with Li Xiong mocked, and the others laughed.

"Brother Xiong, don't drink if you don't know how to drink." "There are still big things to do tonight, but don't get drunk."

A gloom flashed across Li Xiong’s face, perhaps because he didn’t know the depth of Chen Xing and didn’t dare to attack. Then he laughed like a okay person and introduced to everyone, “This is Chen Xing, my brother in Longshi Town. , Come, come, everyone to have a toast with him..."

A voice interrupted him abruptly.

"Who is your brother?" Chen Xing said blankly.

There was no sound at the scene.

Li Xiong was holding the wine glass, his face gloomy, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped. Chen Xing looked at him with an indifferent look.

There was a stalemate for a few seconds, and Li Xiong raised his head and drank it. "Brother, what has offended you before, this cup will make you apologize."

I have to say that this Li Xiong is very good at talking on the scene. It's also an individual talent if the noise is so stiff, and it can make a turnaround.

If Chen Xing treats each other coldly, the others in the room will think that he is not forgiving, and then smiled and said, "Come on, meet old colleagues, drink and drink!"

Chen Xing sat down and greeted Xiaojun to sit beside him. The people present didn't know his details, so they secretly checked it with a black watch. The quasi-elite, his face suddenly showed disdain, and he dared to be arrogant at this point! Although most of the people here are ordinary people, the quasi-elite class is not that powerful, just a little better than ordinary people, just hit a few, that's all.

Li Xiong checked Chen Xing's information and was even more disdainful, because he was only one step away from the quasi-elite class.

Confidence returned to Li Xiong. During the banquet, he cleared his throat and said loudly, "Everyone is delicious. Someone will come here later. If he is attracted to him, he will eat and drink spicy food in the future, and whatever he wants!"

"You blow it, you!" Someone didn't believe it.

"What a big man, let's hear it." Someone was curious.

"What big man? Say it and scare you to death!" Li Xiong said triumphantly, "I finally climbed this line, and I will follow me in the future to protect your prosperity and wealth!"

"Isn't it, Brother Xiong, brothers are all waiting for you to enjoy your meal." The person who talked was yin and yang strange, making it hard to tell whether it was ridicule or flattery.

Seeing Li Xiong's face turned serious, he became serious, "The current situation is turbulent, and the war is about to come. As long as you seize the opportunity and climb the tree, you will be able to rise to the top..."

"Don't say anything, let's get some dry stuff!" Li Xiong was interrupted by someone.

"You'll find out later." Li Xiong pretended to be mysterious. "The person I'm talking about is in this city..." He gave a thumbs up, "Say one thing!"

Chen Xing suddenly became a little curious, who can say one thing in Grayhorn City, is it the mayor?

Impossible, the mayor will look at a group of people with an average attribute of less than fifteen?

"Brother Xiong, people are coming!" a young man ran in and exclaimed excitedly.

"Quickly, go out to meet!"

Li Xiong rushed out with someone and took the other person in.

Seeing the people coming, everyone took a breath, and all stood up, respectfully.

But Chen Xing smiled when he saw the person coming.

"Brother Chen Xing, get up quickly!" Seeing Chen Xing sitting leisurely, Xiaojun was too anxious. This is the son of a family of powerful families, and offending them is tantamount to suicide.