At sunset, west of Yuhuazong, dozens of miles away in an overgrown barren ridge.

 

    Two figures, one after the other, walked along the deserted mountain path.

 

    Du Changqing, who was walking in front, looked back from time to time and looked at Zhao Heng, who had always kept a foot away from him, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

 

    “Brother Zhao, what are you doing so far away from me?”

 

    Zhao Heng smiled embarrassedly and said, “Brother, I smell of sweat heavily, I'm afraid it will smoke you.”

 

    In his heart, he said silently: “The first rule of persecution is that in an unknown environment, you must maintain a safe distance from your peers.”

 

    Du Changqing nodded and smiled: "Then you don't have to follow me all the time, it's not convenient to talk.”

 

    “Brother, you are familiar with the route, it is more appropriate to walk in front.”

 

    Zhao Heng said again in his heart: “The second rule is that you must never expose your back to others!”

 

    Seeing Zhao Heng's persistence, Du Changqing didn't say much. The two hurried slowly all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of Niujiao Mountain before dusk.

 

    Looking at the dangerous mountain peaks towering high like a pair of horns, Du Changqing looked back at Zhao Heng.

 

    “Brother Zhao, it's getting late. Niujiaoshan at night is too dangerous. Let's find a place to rest under the mountain for a night, and then go up the mountain tomorrow.”

 

    Zhao Heng nodded in agreement, and then the two of them found a cave near the foot of the mountain, and they built a fire in it to stay overnight.

 

    The two sat opposite each other by the campfire, Du Changqing took the initiative to take out a pack of dry food and distribute it to Zhao Heng.

 

    Zhao Heng took the dry food, put it in his arms first, then took it out, and ate it slowly.

 

    Seeing Zhao Heng eating dry food, Du Changqing's eyes flashed with a touch of brilliance, and he talked with Zhao Heng with great interest.

 

    During the conversation, he took out two more wine sacs and handed one of them to Zhao Heng.

 

    “Brother Zhao, drink some wine to warm up.”

 

    Zhao Heng hesitated a little, stretched out his hand to pick up the wine sac, but suddenly looked at the entrance of the cave and yelled.

 

    “Who is it?”

 

    Du Changqing was taken aback by this voice, and looked back, but found nothing.

 

    “Brother Zhao, what did you see?”.

 

    Zhao Heng looked embarrassed again, “Brother, I see your shadow as someone else.”

 

    Du Changqing breathed a sigh of relief, quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned his head and saw that Zhao Heng had already picked up a wine sac and drank it.

 

    Glancing at the location of the other wine sac, Du Changqing hooked the corner of his mouth, took the wine sac, and drank heartily.

 

    The two ate dry food and drank wine, a quarter of an hour later.

 

    Du Changqing, who was slightly drunk, took a sip of the wine, lowered his head, and said coldly.

 

    “Brother Zhao, have you become rich recently?”

 

    Zhao Heng's expression stiffened slightly when he heard the words.

 

    “Could it be that Brother Du is drunk, what kind of wealth do I make?"”

 

    Du Changqing suddenly sneered, his black and thin square face, under the light of the fire, was a bit hideous.

 

    “Brother still wants to hide it from me?In the last month, you have been to the Merit Hall seven times and purchased hundreds of Xuanjing quenching potions.

 

    If the younger brother hadn't made a fortune, where would there be so many mysterious crystals?”

 

    Zhao Heng's face changed again.

 

    “Are you following me?”

 

    Du Changqing suddenly got up and stared at Zhao Heng.

 

    “Brother Zhao, you and I are in the same class, and the relationship is pretty good on weekdays. If you lend me one hundred and ten Xuanjing, as long as you pass the handyman assessment, Brother will definitely pay you back.”

 

    Zhao Heng's gaze narrowed slightly.

 

    “What if I don't borrow it?”

 

    A fierce light flickered in Du Changqing's eyes.

 

    “Don't borrow?Brother, you have to think clearly. This is Niujiaoshan. Wild beasts are rampant. It's normal to have an accident.

 

    What's more... junior brother, you are already highly poisonous, and without my antidote, you will undoubtedly die!

 

    “Poisoning?”

 

    Du Changqing said proudly: “Junior brother, have you forgotten the dry food you just ate?”

 

    Hearing this, Zhao Heng showed a playful expression on his face, and took out a pack of dry food from his pocket.

 

    “What I just ate was my own dry food, this is yours.”

 

    “You......”

 

    Du Changqing was stunned for a while, but then sneered: "But you still drank my wine.”

 

    The smile on Zhao Heng's face became stronger.

 

    “I drank your wine, but...I drank your share.”

 

    Du Changqing was taken aback when he heard the words.

 

    Suddenly I remembered that the other party had used the shadow to attract his attention before, so that his gaze was out of the two wine bags.

 

    “You...you changed my wine?”

 

    The next moment, Du Changqing suddenly felt a colic in his abdomen, and his internal organs were scorched like flames.

 

    He panicked and took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. The pain in his body subsided slightly.

 

    “How do you know that I will poison you?”

 

    Du Changqing looked at Zhao Heng in amazement and anger. He didn't know where he had exposed his flaws.

 

    Zhao Heng did not answer this question, because he did not see the flaws of the other party.

 

    These behaviors of his are all caused by his own “illness”.

 

    In the eyes of people like him, anyone can harm him, he only believes in himself!

 

    Seeing Zhao Heng silent, Du Changqing finally twisted his face.

 

    “Zhao Heng, I will give you another chance and give me all the mysterious crystals on your body, otherwise, I will kill you immediately!”

 

    Facing Du Changqing's threat, Zhao Heng calmly got up and looked directly at each other.

 

    “Can you...kill me?”

 

    “You are looking for death!”

 

    Hostility appeared in Du Changqing's eyes, and he suddenly held a dagger in his hand, and with an arrow step, he stabbed Zhao Heng fiercely in the neck.

 

    He has been in the fifth tier of the quenched body realm for more than half a year, and he is confident that he can easily kill Zhao Heng, a rookie in the fourth tier of the quenched body realm.

 

    However, when Du Changqing's dagger pierced, Zhao Heng on the opposite side did not dodge.

 

    He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it, accurately clasping Du Changqing's palm, causing the dagger to hover in the air, making it difficult to inch in.

 

    “What!”

 

    Du Changqing was taken aback and stabbed fiercely again, but he was restrained by a huge force in Zhao Heng's hands and couldn't move at all.

 

    Without waiting for Du Changqing to make other reactions, Zhao Heng's palm suddenly tightened.

 

    “Click, click, click!”

 

    Du Changqing's palm was directly deformed by him, and his bones shattered.

 

    “Ah......!”

 

    As soon as Du Changqing let out a scream, Zhao Heng punched him in the chest, smashing him to vomit blood and fly upside down, tumbling to the ground.

 

    “You... you have been promoted to the sixth level of the physical realm, how can this be possible!”

 

    Du Changqing's face turned pale and he screamed in a daze.

 

    Zhao Heng went to the ground blankly, and he had to ”mend the knife" to end the opponent.

 

    But at this moment, the entrance of the hole, which was originally blocked by stones, was suddenly kicked open.

 

    “Wow...!”

 

    A young man wearing the costume of a handyman disciple of the Yuhua Sect, with a gloomy face and slender eyebrows, strode into the cave.

 

    Looking at Du Changqing, who couldn't afford to fall to the ground, the man grinned and sneered.

 

    “Even this kid can't clean up, Du Changqing, you are really a waste!”

 

    When they saw the visitors, Du Changqing and Zhao Heng were both surprised.

 

Zhao Heng recognized at a glance that this person was a thug next to Deacon Liu, named Deng Xing, who had the seven-fold cultivation base of the quenched physical realm.

 

    It was this person who killed the original owner of Zhao Heng's body.

 

    “Brother Deng, help me!”

 

    Du Changqing didn't care why Deng Xing appeared here, and hurriedly called for help.

 

    Hearing this, Deng Xing smiled strangely.

 

    “Hehe...save you?”

 

    "Swish!”

 

    Suddenly, Deng Xing raised his leg and slammed it into Du Changqing's throat like lightning.

 

    "Boom!”

 

    “Uh......!”

 

    Du Changqing covered his collapsed throat with his hands, widened his eyes, and fell to the ground to his death.

 

    After all this, Deng Xing looked at Zhao Heng slowly, with a calm tone.

 

    “Zhao Heng, Deacon Liu suspects that you are colluding with the devil and mutilating the same sect, so he sent me to follow all the way.

 

    Now that you killed Du Changqing, with all the human and physical evidence, what crime should you be guilty of?”

 

    Seeing this situation, Zhao Heng still didn't understand why Deng Xing was sent by Deacon Liu to kill him and Du Changqing.

 

    It is estimated that Deacon Liu's Xuanjing was stolen, and he was eager to seek wealth, so he came up with a cruel trick to kill and surpass the goods.

 

    It's just that the other party would never have thought that the bag of Xuanjing had actually fallen into their own hands, and they were looking for the right person.

 

    Facing Deng Xing's planting, Zhao Heng did not defend, but asked rhetorically: "Besides you, is there anyone else coming?"”

 

    Deng Xing was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said disdainfully: “Do you need anyone else to deal with you two wastes?”

 

    “Oh... it turns out that you are the only one, that's great!”

 

    Zhao Heng nodded, and suddenly a leopard jumped straight in front of Deng Xing, resorting to a black tiger to dig out his heart.

 

    Deng Xing was taken aback, and suddenly raised his elbow and pressed his palm.

 

    The two hit each other, their stature shook at the same time, and they did not give in to each other.

 

    “Quench the seventh level of the physical realm?"Deng Xing looked shocked.

 

    But as the two of them came and went, after quickly fighting a dozen moves, Deng Xing suddenly narrowed his eyes.

 

    “No, you are the sixth level of the quenched body realm!

 

    What a thick power of qi and blood, aren't you practicing Qingsong Jue?How could there be such an overbearing power that can contend with the seven-fold power of my body?

 

    Zhao Heng didn't talk nonsense with him at all, attacking frantically.

 

    Seeing that ordinary tricks did not work for this person, Zhao Heng's mind appeared with the thirty-six tricks to save his life.

 

    Splitting his head in his throat, lifting his crotch and kicking his abdomen... All kinds of yin tricks were used in succession, and he almost succeeded several times, forcing Deng Xing to rush his hands and feet, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

 

    “Boy, you are so shameless!”

 

    “Bullying the weak, you are shameless!”

 

    Zhao Heng gained momentum and continued to attack.

 

    Deng Xing finally couldn't bear it.

 

    When Zhao Heng approached again, he resorted to a trick of “digging his eyes and kicking his crotch”.

 

    “Cracked Stone Fist!”

 

    Deng Xing's figure suddenly sank, his fist like a meteor, his back hair came first, and he slammed straight into Zhao Heng's chest.

 

    Feeling the power of the opponent's punch, Zhao Heng was taken aback. He had no time to avoid it, and his arms staggered to resist.

 

    "Boom!”

 

    In this punch, as if being slapped by a wild bear, Zhao Heng's arms became numb, he staggered backwards, and his blood surged like a tide.

 

    Before he could stabilize his figure, Deng Xingshi's second punch was already in front of him.

 

    Although Zhao Heng dodged with all his strength, he was still hit in the shoulder, his figure flew upside down and hit the stone wall, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

 

    “Ahem......”

 

    Zhao Heng's face flushed and he suffered internal injuries.

 

    Deng Xing on the opposite side was joking, “Hehe...there are two things, unfortunately, I have cultivated martial arts, and you are not my opponent."”

 

    “Martial arts!”

 

    Zhao Heng showed a sudden expression on his face, and his martial arts skills can make the martial artist burst out with amazing combat effectiveness.

 

    Warriors of the same rank, warriors who have practiced martial arts, have an absolute advantage, not to mention that the opponent's cultivation level is higher than his own.

 

    “Boy, before you die, tell me if you have any hidden treasures, maybe I can leave you a whole body."Deng Xing spoke carelessly, completely treating Zhao Heng as a dead man.

 

    However, Zhao Heng sneered.

 

    “Isn't it just martial arts, do you think only you can?”

 

    “Oh...do you also know martial arts?"Deng Xing looked surprised.

 

    “Huh, look at my lost fist!”

 

    Zhao Heng burst into a shout and suddenly rushed towards Deng Xing.

 

    He danced wildly with both fists, and he couldn't see the slightest trick routine, but it was like a set of “Wang Baquan”.

 

    But Deng Xing didn't dare to be careless, only that this was a strange boxing technique. He widened his eyes to catch Zhao Heng's boxing trajectory.

 

    The two of them approached in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Heng suddenly punched head-on.

 

    When his fist was still a few feet away from Deng Xing, he suddenly spread his hand.

 

    “Swish......!”

 

    A cloud of lime sprinkled head-on, unsuspecting, wide-eyed Deng Xing's eyes.

 

    "Damn, you play yin...!”

 

    Deng Xing covered his eyes with his hands and shouted angrily.

 

    “Puff...!”

 

    He only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a dagger had been deeply inserted into his lower abdomen.

 

    “Scumbag, I'm going to kill you!”

 

    Deng Xing swept his fists wildly, roaring frantically.

 

    Zhao Heng's cold voice came from a distance on the opposite side.

 

    “The dagger is poisonous and highly poisonous.”

 

    “Uh......!”

 

    Deng Xing's body trembled, and then suddenly fell to the ground. After convulsing for a while, he foaming at the mouth and died of exhaustion.

 

    “Huh......!”

 

    Seeing Deng Xing dead, Zhao Hengcai sat slumped in the corner, gasping for breath.

 

    Looking at the two corpses on the ground, he had lingering fears.

 

    “This world is really too dangerous. I thought that I had been promoted to the sixth level of the physical realm, which was enough to deal with various crises, but I didn't expect that I almost lost my life.

 

    Fortunately, the modified version of the Qingsong Jue made me enough to have a hard encounter with the seventh-tier martial artist of the quenched realm. In addition, I prepared lime powder in advance and smeared snake venom on the dagger to kill this guy, otherwise it would be really dangerous.”

 

    After a period of ups and downs in his heart, Zhao Heng gradually calmed down, and he began to grope on the two of them.

 

    After a period of busy work, he had more than fifty mysterious crystals, several body quenching potions and some healing medicines in his hand.

 

    And found a copy of Deng Xing's body, "Cracked Stone Fist", a lower-level martial art of Fanpin.

 

    On Du Changqing's body again, he found a task Yujian for collecting medicine from Niujiaoshan, as well as a pack of “corpse powder”.

 

    Obviously, Du Changqing had long planned to kill himself and then destroy the corpse.

 

    Zhao Heng borrowed this pack of corpse powder to turn the corpses of the two into pus, and took some healing drugs himself.

 

    After two hours of luck, Zhao Heng's state recovered a lot.

 

    Seeing that the night was deep, he stayed in the cave for the night, and couldn't wait to study the “cracking stone boxing technique”.

 

    Although it is only a low-level martial art, according to the introduction of martial arts, it has not been a year and a half, and it is probably difficult for ordinary people to even get started.

 

    It's been a long night, and Zhao Heng can't help but itch a little bit when he just got another mysterious crystal.

 

    He thought to himself, if he could transform the cracked stone fist, would it be better to practice it?

 

    Moreover, he already knew that one point was “stealing” and the other was “transforming”.

 

    I don't know what magical effect the other four points of the dice will have?

 

    The more I thought about it, the more itchy my heart became. Finally, Zhao Heng couldn't help but be tempted and summoned the first dice again.……

 

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