My life of martial arts training

In addition, Fang Lao Mo has a domineering personality. If he dares to be cautious and timid at this time, he will definitely be killed with a palm.

A dozen people from the Qi Condensation Realm stayed behind, while the rest entered the medical center with Lao Mo Fang without saying a word.

"Tsk, tsk, these are good teammates when encountering a crisis that cannot be escaped." Shen Sandao laughed, but this laughter was extremely harsh when heard by people from the three major sects and Yaowang Valley.

But they were unable to refute. Compared with the demonic side, their previous actions could not be described as embarrassing!

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"Is this the dream world?"

Shen Yuan looked at the figure on the water. It was a strange yet familiar face. It was pale and thin, just like when he traveled through time.

However, in the dream, I had no control and did not choose the path of martial arts. Instead, I took a down-to-earth approach and left Old Shen a few taels of silver for me to rent land.

Yesterday, I had a quarrel with Liu Dazhuang because of land issues, and his arm was twisted by the other party, causing it to dislocate.

"Crack!"

Shen Yuan pinched the dislocated arm and pressed it hard. The severe pain made him frown slightly, and his already pale complexion lost even a trace of blood.

"This dream world is too real."

The rough texture of the water tank, the smooth ground, the green dirt, and the fishy smell in the air are all completely imprinted. If it weren't for 'finding the way home' to awaken the memory, I'm afraid I might not have fallen into a dream world. Know.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the courtyard door, and a young man's voice came.

"Brother Yuan, are you up? It's time to set off."

Shen Yuan was slightly startled, then stepped forward and opened the courtyard door.

A familiar, childish face came into view, it was Lu Xiaohu.

"Brother Yuan, are you okay?" Lu Xiaohu looked at Shen Yuan's pale face and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing serious. Just rest for two days and you'll be fine." Shen Yuan smiled and replied.

"As for the acres of rented land, leave one acre for me, and let Grandpa Lu plant the rest. Then I will be able to share some food." Shen Yuan said.

"How can this be done?" Lu Xiaohu looked anxious and was about to refute, but was interrupted by Shen Yuan raising his hand:

"Okay, let's decide, these few days are good days for sowing. If we delay it any longer, it will really be wasted."

"How about I tell grandpa." Lu Xiaohu replied, feeling a little at a loss.

"Well, go ahead." Shen Yuan nodded.

After Lu Xiaohu left, Shen Yuan closed the courtyard door and frowned.

Regardless of the other party's tone, demeanor, or expression, they were exactly the same as Lu Xiaohu's back then.

When it gets dark, he plans to go out for a walk to see how realistic this dream world is.

Walking out of the alley, the noise could be heard.

People were coming and going on the main street, vendors were selling, some dignitaries were passing by in carriages, and some scholars and girls were playing along the street.

Following the memories in his mind, he came to the original Outer City Antique Street.

One morning passed and he visited several places, all of which told him that this was a real world.

When he returned home, his face became increasingly gloomy.

"I don't know if I was pulled into the dream alone or if everyone was together. We must find a way to break the situation. It is not safe outside. There is also a 'disaster' level White Walker. Since this world is so real, we must first find a way to improve our strength. ”

However, he does not have an attribute panel now. If he wants to improve his strength, he can only take one step at a time, and this requires money to pave the way.

He turned his head and looked at the hatchet under the eaves, his eyes dark.

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At night.

Shen Yuan, armed with a hatchet and lime, sneaked into a relatively wealthy family.

He stood in the shadows, wearing a thick coat, until late at night, listening to the slight sound of sleeping in the room, and carefully opened the door.

There was a man and a woman sleeping on the bed. He raised the hatchet, and the cold white light flashed across their necks.

Blood splattered, a handful of lime was thrown away, and the blood and lime reacted violently.

"Uh... uh." The two of them opened their eyes and looked at the man in black beside the bed, with horror in their eyes.

When two people died, Shen Yuan followed suit and killed all the others.

"Fifty taels." Shen Yuan's face was expressionless. He came here just to get money.

The next day.

He took the money and bought a large number of medicinal materials from many drug stores.

Although there is no panel, the memory is still there. There is no need to follow the old path. He has read many secrets on the techniques and can completely study by himself.

Among the many skill secrets, he chose the one with the fastest growth in strength regardless of the cost, the blood evil skill.

This technique was contributed by an elder of the Scarlet Blood Sect. Its strength grew very quickly in the early stage, but if you want to break through the Qi Condensation Realm, the success rate is less than 10%, and it is completely an evil technique that will ruin your future.

Seven days flew by.

Shen Yuan's qualifications were not bad, and with his rich experience, he became a warrior again under the leadership of a high authority. However, he destroyed his family many times, which also caused quite a stir. Along with it, a strange disease spread in the city.

People affected by the strange disease have hollow eyes, no wounds on their bodies, stiff and cold.

"The sick ghost is eating me?!" Shen Yuan was stunned. The symptoms of the corpse were almost exactly the same as those of the ghost slaves outside.

"If I don't recover my memory and live in the same muddleheaded way as before, sooner or later I will contract a strange disease. What will be the consequences?"

There was an impatience in his heart for no reason, and his eyes glowed red.

One month later.

With the supply of blood essence, Shen Yuan broke through the blood refining three times. He killed more and more people, including extraordinary warriors, which completely attracted the attention of the superiors.

The warriors who hid in the bone forging realm, even those in the middle stage, were all killed by Shen Yuan without exception, and their blood essence was devoured.

The whole Qinghu City was in panic. Those family disciples were strictly prohibited from staying at home, and those warriors in the late and peak stages of bone forging were hunting them down.

Moreover, the spread of the strange disease was getting faster and faster, and dozens or hundreds of people died every day.

In desperation, Shen Yuan could only turn his attention to ordinary people in the outer city.

Another month passed.

Under the dual pressure of strange diseases and murderers, the major forces were forced to choose to let people from the outer city in.

"Brother Yuan, I didn't expect that we could live in the inner city in our lifetime." Lu Xiaohu's eyes were dark, and the whole person was much thinner.

"Yeah." Shen Yuan replied coldly, looking at Lu Xiaohu as if he was looking at a dead person.

During this time, he also figured out the connection between dream magic and sick ghosts.

Falling ill in a dream is also considered a kind of illness.

But the sick ghost does not have the ability to pull people into dreams, so the two complement each other.

If it was the heyday of the sick ghost and the dream technique, Shen Yuan would definitely not survive more than three days in the dream world and would die miserably, but the sick ghost was fried by ghost oil, and the horror was suppressed, while the dream technique was cracked by "Finding the Way Home". With both of them weakened, a chance for him to survive was created!