Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

After his resurrection, his body aged to 18 years old, and his martial arts skills also improved for three years.

Just like this moment.

Qiao Mu clenched his fists, and he could even recall the memory of the three years of hard training in Changshengquan.

Practice three days in the summer and three nines in the winter.

Three years are like one day, boring and monotonous.

Every move and style of Changshengquan has been formed into muscle memory step by step after three years of hard training.

"If I was allowed to practice martial arts slowly by myself, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to reach where I am now even after three years of training."

Qiao Mu thought to himself.

There are only twenty-four hours in a day.

Everyone has to eat and sleep, they are lazy, and they are also involved in many mundane things, so it is difficult to spare a lot of time to practice martial arts every day.

But plug-ins are different.

Qiao Mu's three years of martial arts training were extremely focused and his time efficiency reached 100%, which only existed in theory.

As for the price he paid, three years of life...

Qiao Mu stretched his fists and feet, his arm muscles were strong and smooth, and his muscle lines were smooth and distinct.

Aging from 15 to 18 is not a bad thing.

"The death evaluation has reached C level. Will it consume three years of my life in one go?"

Since Qiao Mu’s time travel, this is the first time for a C-level death evaluation.

Qiao Mu raised his head and looked from his body to the hill outside the city, which was the direction where Butcher Zheng had escaped.

"My death experience is not rich enough. I don't know what factors caused me to get a C-level evaluation this time. This Zheng Butcher should not be simple either."

A butcher who can easily cut into pieces on a chopping board is more than just a butcher.

Qiao Mu no longer cared about his body and strode towards the outside of the city to chase after him:

"Can't let him go!"

"I have to let him kill me a few more times!"

What Qiao Mu pursues is not simple death.

Otherwise, he would just have to keep killing himself.

Meaningless suicide represents a D- death evaluation. This kind of death will only consume life in vain, make Qiao Mu's body age, and will not increase his martial arts skills, so it is meaningless.

Therefore, what Qiaomu pursues is high-quality, high-rated death.

In the mountains and forests outside the town.

Butcher Zheng hurriedly ran alone and entered the ruined temple at the end of the mountain road.

The dilapidated temple was in disrepair for a long time, fallen leaves were piled up in the courtyard, the Buddha statue on the shrine had cracks, and the futon in front of the Buddha statue had dents.

This ruined temple was empty, but there was only a white pigeon standing on the wall of the ruined temple, preening its feathers.

"Not there?" Butcher Zheng first looked around, and after finding no one there, he took out a pen and paper from his body and wrote on it, writing down what Qiao Mu had just done to find trouble.

Of course he knew he had to escape as soon as possible at this time.

But what happened just now was a bit strange, which made him cautious.

"...That young man spoke arrogantly. I thought he had someone to rely on or that he had special skills, so I didn't hold back..." He wrote on the paper:

"But what's even weirder is that man's boxing moves..."

Butcher Zheng's hand holding the pen paused, recalling Qiao Mu's precise moves.

"The boxing technique that man practices seems to be the Qiao family's longevity boxing."

After writing this, Butcher Zheng quickly put away the letter and tied it to the white pigeon's leg, but there was a worried look in his eyes.

The Qiao family's longevity boxing was once famous, claiming to be an internal boxing technique inherited from the Taoist sect, which could prolong life.

A hundred years ago, there was a martial arts master from the Qiao family. It is said that he was a hundred years old, but he had fair hair and a childish face, and his vitality and blood were not weak. Therefore, he became famous in the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty, and was admitted to the palace to teach the longevity boxing, which caused a wave of practice among the nobles. Boxing trend.

And this is already a thing of the past.

"Aren't the members of the Qiao family extinct long ago? Are there any omissions?" Butcher Zheng said to himself:

"If that person is really an orphan of the Qiao family who is seeking revenge, then it's not a bad thing this time."

Butcher Zheng still understands the principle of cutting weeds without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will bring new growth.

"It is safest if all descendants of the Qiao family are extinct."

When he was thinking this, he suddenly turned around.

At some point, a figure appeared at the entrance of the ruined temple. It was almost exactly the same as the tree that had died in the hands of Butcher Zheng.

"This..." Butcher Zheng shuddered as he recalled the smile of young Qiao Mu before he died.

Before he could speak, Qiao Mu had already shouted:

"You killed my biological brother! I want you to pay for it with blood!"

After saying that, he strode over.

These words made Butcher Zheng feel confident.

Looking carefully, the Qiao Mu in front of him was indeed a few years older than the young Qiao Mu who died in his hands before, about eighteen years old.

"It turns out the brothers came here to seek revenge." Butcher Zheng touched the sharp knife at his waist and suddenly remembered something.

"Young man, is your surname Qiao?" he asked suddenly.

Qiao Mu replied: "My surname is Li, and my name is Li Jing. I am good at making one move and catching it with my bare hands."

Chapter 3: Empty-handed

"My surname is Li, and my name is Li Jing. I am good at making one move and catching it with my bare hands." Qiao Mu stared at the sharp knife in Butcher Zheng's hand seriously.

"100% empty handed? What kind of nonsense?"

Butcher Zheng frowned and thought for a moment, and then saw Qiao Mu running towards him while he was thinking.

"Come on, beat me to death!"

Qiao Mu shouted, and at the same time he strode straight towards Butcher Zheng who was holding a sharp knife, without any hesitation in his expression.

He looked like a good brother who didn't care about his own life and only wanted to avenge his younger brother.

However, Butcher Zheng was unmoved and even had a sneer on his face.

Brother Qiaomu, who died in his hands before, was quite decent and bluffing at first, which made Butcher Zheng mistakenly think that brother Qiaomu had someone to rely on and was not an ordinary person.

The results of it?

As a result, Butcher Zheng almost knelt down and begged him not to die.

If the other person hadn't really died, Butcher Zheng would have suspected that the boy was here to extort money from the porcelain.

‘Both brothers are using the same routine, do you think I will be fooled a second time? ’

Butcher Zheng didn't dodge, he just picked up the sharp knife and struck!

A local noise!

The next second.

Butcher Zheng's expression suddenly changed.

"Your knife is already in my hand, are you afraid?" Qiao Mu smiled and stopped in front of Butcher Zheng, with a calm smile of a winner on his face.

"I'm afraid? Brother, do you want to look at your hands before you speak?" Butcher Zheng's face was complicated.

He was just thinking about how the young man in front of him who called himself Li Jing would take the sword with his bare hands, and how he would change his moves.

The results of it?

As a result, Qiao Mu didn't dodge the knife he struck just now, and even used his hand to block his knife!

The butcher knife hit Qiao Mu's palm, cutting along the gap between his index finger and middle finger, splitting more than half of Qiao Mu's entire palm. There were obvious bone stubbles at the break, and blood flowed like a profuse stream.

Qiao Mu looked down at his palm, which was half split by the butcher's knife. The severe pain and massive blood loss made his face pale, and then he endured the pain and said:

"You just said that it's wrong to attack with bare hands, right?"

"Crazy! You two brothers are both crazy!"

Butcher Zheng suddenly realized that he shouldn't talk nonsense to the other party, and immediately grabbed the butcher knife in his hand and pulled it out hard...

Didn't move.

His butcher's knife seemed to be stuck in the gap between Qiao Mu's bones. He couldn't pull it out this time, and his center of gravity was slightly tilted.

The next second, a fist quickly enlarged in front of Butcher Zheng's eyes and hit him on the nose.

With just one punch, blood spurted out of him and his nose was crooked on one side, but it was like opening a soy sauce shop, with all the salty, sour and spicy stuff coming out.

The huge force caused Butcher Zheng to stagger. He subconsciously let go of the handle of the knife, took two steps back, and opened his eyes to look at Qiao Mu in surprise.

This "Li Jing" is different from the previous brother Li Jing!

The previous brother Li Jing was basically just an embroidered pillow, but this "Li Jing" is a young warrior who has worked hard to develop his strength!

The strength of that punch just now was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"I raised you up...but it won't happen anymore."

Butcher Zheng's eyes flashed with fierceness, he rushed forward with his bare hands and fought with Qiao Mu.

Although he was punched hard in the face, one of Qiao Mu's hands was cut in half, and the injury was much more serious than his.

With such a serious move, Butcher Zheng immediately suppressed Qiao Mu, who could only use one hand.

It didn't take long.

Butcher Zheng put his hands on his knees and panted. At this time, he was covered in blood, and another Qiao Mu's body lay at his feet.

"This guy is not afraid of death in order to avenge his brother. He is quite a man...although he has some mental problems."

Butcher Zheng wiped the blood from his hands, stepped on the arm of Qiao Mu's corpse, and pulled out the butcher knife with difficulty.

Although he successfully killed "Li Jing", Butcher Zheng still didn't expect why "Li Jing" had to use one palm to "attack with bare hands".

"That's not the point, the point is..."

Butcher Zheng put his hand to his mouth and whistled.

The white dove that had been hovering over the woods flew down again and landed on a branch in front of Butcher Zheng.

"The situation has changed. If the secret message just now was sent out, it would mislead you."

Butcher Zheng pulled off the letter paper tied at Bai Ge's feet again and continued writing in the blank space of the paper.

"...There is more than one descendant of the Qiao family! A descendant of the Qiao family who calls himself "Li Jing" came to me again."

"His boxing skills are also the longevity boxing of the Qiao family, and they have obviously been trained hard for several years!"

"Perhaps there are still branches of the Qiao family left in the world."

Butcher Zheng had just finished writing when his expression suddenly froze. He heard footsteps coming from behind him again.

"If you dare to kill my brother Li Jing, you will die!"

Look back.

A young man who looked almost exactly like Li Jing just now, but slightly older, was looking at him with murderous intent.

Butcher Zheng subconsciously looked at the other person's left hand.

His left hand was completely intact, no scars at all.

"Twin brothers? That's fine." Butcher Zheng picked up the butcher knife again, full of murderous intent:

"Kill the younger ones and provoke the older ones. It's not over yet."

"Since you are seeking death, I will kill you all!"