The attributes are not enough, so all the comprehension is needed

Chapter 11
It was night, and Shen Cong was practicing with his eyes closed on the bed. With the improvement of the level of Ben Lei Jue, the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy accelerated, and the clothes on the entire surface of his body were firmly attached to his body.

But at this moment, Shen Cong suddenly opened his eyes and stopped practicing.

With his keen hearing, he noticed some slight footsteps.

very weak.

It is impossible for ordinary people to make such weak footsteps. It must be a master who has practiced martial arts and has already entered the rank.

There are still two Ninth Rank Warriors!

It's definitely not a good thing to sneak into your home in the middle of the night.

Shen Cong would not be so stupid as to think that two ninth-rank warriors would come here to steal chickens and dogs, and they didn't need to do that kind of thing.

The only explanation is that the other party came here specifically for him.

He didn't dare to be careless, rolled off the bed and hid quietly behind the cabinet.

His strength was one level higher than the opponent's, both in strength and control were several times stronger, it was impossible for the opponent to hear his voice.

A moment later, the door was pried open, and two furtive figures quietly walked towards Shen Cong's bedside.

But at this moment, Shen Cong suddenly rose from behind, and he used the six-level Kongming Fist to the extreme, hitting one of them on the neck.

The other party obviously also felt the huge sense of crisis behind him, his pupils shrank, and he was about to dodge, but he was still a step too late.

There is an insurmountable gap between the eighth rank and the ninth rank.

Even if it is face to face, it is still difficult to avoid the opponent's attack, let alone face a sneak attack?
Shen Cong punched his neck and broke his neck in an instant, causing his neck to fall back suddenly, and his whole body lost its support. Like a ball, it was blasted to the wall, and finally bounced back by the impact, rolling two times on the ground. The circle was completely out of breath.

And the other person, reacting, was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat, and immediately punched Shen Cong.

The wind of the fist roared through the air, with terrifying power, but Shen Cong did not dodge or dodge, and punched straight.

boom--!
The moment the two fists faced each other, accompanied by a crackling sound, the opponent's arm was removed on the spot, hanging limply on the shoulder like noodles.

"what--!"

He let out a scream, but he didn't dare to pay too much attention to the pain of the broken bone, but wanted to jump out of the window to escape.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Shen Cong stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's calf and pulled it back. The opponent's other leg was about to be kicked, but Shen Cong punched him on the knee and broke another leg.

One arm and one leg were broken one after another, and the other party was so painful that he almost fainted on the spot.

Shen Cong sat on the opponent's shoulder, stuck the other good arm, and said coldly:

"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"

"Hero, spare your life. Our brothers are passing by, just want to borrow some money. Please forgive me, hero."

"Not honest."

Shen Cong directly broke off one of his fingers.

"You'd better hurry up and say it, and you will suffer less."

"It's true! I'm not lying."

"Two ninth-rank warriors came to my poor house to destroy the courtyard and rob. Do you think I'm an idiot? I think you won't give up until you reach the Yellow River."

With that said, Shen Cong pulled out a dagger from his waist and slashed down along the crotch.

The other party's tears really flowed out.

"No, no, I said, I said it all."

"Wouldn't it be better sooner?"

Shen Cong hit the opponent's head with the side of the dagger, and the opponent spoke slowly.

After paying half the salary, Shen Cong, who had already understood what had happened, turned cold.

I didn't expect that if I chose not to go to Zhujiazhuang, I would not be able to escape this catastrophe.

This is really because people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. It seems that they will keep a low profile in the future.

It's also due to the fact that he has already cultivated to the eighth rank, otherwise, he would be planted today.

That Wushuang magic sword is not a good thing at first glance. Even if you forge it yourself, if the other party doesn't kill you, it will be a lot of trouble to let others know that you have forged the magic sword.

"Who said I was good at blacksmithing?"

Shen Cong has always had revenge, Zhujiazhuang deserves to die, but the blacksmith who cheated him cannot be let go either.

"He has been killed, and the other old man who stopped him has also been killed."

"Old man, what old man?"

"It seems to be in the same blacksmith shop as yours. What is the name Master Song?"

"Song"

In Shen Cong's mind, the lace-haired father who was still fighting for his son came to mind, and he sighed deeply.

Unexpectedly, Master Song still failed to escape this disaster.

"Hero, I have already said everything, can you spare me?"

"Forgive you is the business of Hades, my task is to send you to see Hades."

After the words fell, Shen Cong directly broke the opponent's neck with brute force, simply and neatly.

He didn't use a dagger, and if blood sprayed all over the room, he would have to bother to clean it.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Shen Cong began to meditate.

If Zhujiazhuang wants to practice magic skills, he will definitely not let him go, and will continue to send people to find him to help him forge the unparalleled magic sword.

Because the entire Yuncheng is such a big place, there are few blacksmiths, and even fewer excellent blacksmiths.

This time there are two Ninth Grades, what about next time?Maybe there will be an eighth-rank martial artist, so if you want to kill the opponent, it will not be so easy.

Like the Wang family, who don't know their identity, they can wait for their cultivation to become stronger before taking revenge.

This Zhu family is eyeing him face to face, and he must find a way to get rid of them.

But with his current strength, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"There is."

Shen raised it from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly had an idea.

He quietly came to the yard, stood on tiptoe and glanced across the wall. Sure enough, the red-clothed Fengwei of the real warrior was not at home. This guy went out every night in the middle of the night, probably to investigate the case of the former court remnants.

Shen Cong immediately threw the two bodies into each other's yard from a strange angle, then tore off a piece of paper, and wrote a few large characters with his left hand.

"The remnants of the previous dynasty, Zhujiazhuang!"

Signed - Tian Wenjing!

Then it was directly wrapped in stones and thrown beside the two corpses.

I can't beat you, so let's use our strength to fight, no matter how powerful Zhujiazhuang is, it is impossible to defeat the imperial court, right?

They certainly dare not publicly admit that refining magic swords and practicing magic kung fu will lead to a dead end in Daxia.

As long as the soldiers and horses of the imperial court are led over, when the time comes when they falter, sneak around and cannot explain why, they will surely die.

After finishing this, Shen Cong immediately returned to his room, erased all traces, and then quickly entered the cultivation state.

It still needs to be strong enough. If he is a master, he still needs to use his strength?

Fly directly on the wind, and Zhujiazhuang can be destroyed with a flick of a finger!
(End of this chapter)