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Chapter 459 Martial Artist ([-]) Thanks to the book friend "cengkis" for the reward!

The night passed quickly, but fortunately nothing happened this night.

When the next day dawned, Jiang Yuan, who had been meditating on the bed, finally opened his eyes.

The internal force in the body finally began to gradually condense.

"My current strength is about the fifth level of the body training mirror. This speed... is too slow."

After a whole night of hard work, Jiang Yuan trained his martial arts to the fifth level of the body training mirror by transforming his body into a martial arts wizard. This is actually not too slow. Even if placed in another time and space, such a speed can be regarded as an extraordinary speed.

But Jiang Yuan is used to having strong power in his body, and everything is destroyed by brute force.

Now he has become a mortal who is so weak that even weak little ghosts worry about it. Jiang Yuan has not yet adapted to such a gap.

"I'm so weak now, I hope Zhuan Dian won't be too strong."

If the dedicated consciousness is injected into the body of a ghost, it will undoubtedly be more troublesome.

In this case, at least relying on personal strength, Jiang Yuan is incomparable.

However, even if it is a ghost here, it may not be able to occupy much advantage.

After all, ghosts still have to lurk during the day, and can only be active after nightfall.

And this world is still dominated by the living.

"If I become a ghost, how will I solve the problem? For example...kill everyone!"

One of the ways to win the trial is to let the opponent die in front of you.

If you can't tell who the opponent is, and you have enough strength, you only need to kill all the people here, and the opponent will definitely die in it, and you can win the trial.

But unless he can kill everyone in a short time, if it takes a long time, the opponent in the dark will definitely see the clues and determine his true identity.

If a ghost really appeared and tried to kill everyone in this county in a short time, then Jiang Yuan would definitely tell Moqi that this guy was Zhuan Dian.

Jiang Yuan is not worried about turning into a ghost, after all, the contest of strength does not dominate here.

"very hungry."

After a night of practice, Jiang Yuan's body consumed a lot of energy, and it was time to replenish energy.

For people, the most direct way to replenish energy is to eat.

With the improvement of Jiang Yuan's strength in martial arts, his appetite will inevitably increase gradually, and he even needs to rely on some medicinal materials for assistance.

Immediately, Jiang Yuan left the room and began to look for food in the mansion.

As the day dawned, the part-time workers also came one after another and got busy in Xu's mansion.

The food was prepared quickly at Jiang Yuan's request, and Jiang Yuan didn't bother to care about Lin Muqing, so he ate it by himself.

After eating enough, this frail body has already undergone some changes visible to the naked eye.

First of all, the swollen color of excessive wine began to fade, and the whole person became radiant.

Although his body still looked thin, his strength at that time was stronger than last night.

It can be said that the current Jiang Yuan, relying on his internal strength and the combat skills he has learned before, can completely crush ordinary people if he fights with his bare hands.

Unless the opponent has a large number of people and holds a weapon, especially a firearm...

"Guns... are really troublesome."

Jiang Yuan can dodge a small amount of ordinary weapons flexibly, but for the foreign guns of the foreign army that he saw yesterday, he can't resist them with his own strength, and he can't even dodge them.

Not to mention that kind of mechanically powered humanoid armor, if he encounters it, Jiang Yuan can only run for his life.

Improving personal strength in a short period of time is also unrealistic, and Jiang Yuan has to think about other countermeasures.

Zhang Xiaoqiu's father, Uncle Zhang, also came to Xu's house to work. After all, Zhang Xiaoqiu's first seven days were over, and her funeral affairs had been dealt with, so the living had to continue to live.

Jiang Yuan also took this opportunity to have a private talk with him about the marriage of the yin. After all, Zhang Xiaoqiu is currently the most capable person around him, which is of great use.

But this is also a time bomb, and no one knows when it will devour reason without desire.

So Jiang Yuan can't break the appointment with her at this time, he promised her last night that he would take her as a concubine, so he has to do it as soon as possible, so as to appease her heart, so as not to cause her resentment to harm him again.

After Zhang Bo heard his request, he reacted very coldly, especially when he occasionally looked at Jiang Yuan with hatred hidden in his eyes.

Jiang Yuan knew that he must also hate himself for the murder of his daughter.

"How about this, Uncle Zhang." Jiang Yuan suggested, "Don't worry about doubting me, let me show you everything. Well... just tonight! I will give you an explanation to Uncle Zhang tonight!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuan didn't pay much attention to Uncle Zhang.

On the contrary, Jiang Yuan started to feel vigilant, what if this Uncle Zhang couldn't think about it for a while, and sought revenge from the heartless man for the tragic death of his daughter, and poisoned his own food.

Although Jiang Yuan is already a martial artist in the body training mirror, he has no resistance to most poisons, and he will die if he is poisoned deeply.

Don't you know how many martial arts heroes fell because of the poisoning of the people around them, such as Huo Yuanjia.

So for Zhang Bo, he had to deal with it as soon as possible.

If I let Zhang Xiaoqiu come to find me tonight, then I will do everything tonight.

After thinking about it, Jiang Yuan left the Xu Mansion.

He still has a lot to do, like getting to know the place, and getting to know himself.

The streets during the day are far more lively than at night.

There are many stalls along the street, and a table and a few stools can fill up many people drinking morning tea.

Whenever Jiang Yuan passed by, the stall owner would always entertain him warmly:

"Young master, come and sit down, how about some char siu buns? Or lotus paste buns?"

Jiang Yuan smiled and waved his hands to indicate that he didn't need it, and then moved on.

Soon, a group of blond missionaries carrying crosses suddenly appeared at the front of the street.

This group of missionaries wore black clothes, black hats, and black leather books in their hands. They lined up in a row and held up banners with gold letters on a black background, and wrote "God so loved the world."

The missionaries preached to the surrounding people as they walked:

"In the beginning there was Tao, and Tao was with God, and Tao was God!"

As the saying goes, foreign monks like to chant scriptures. Following the preaching of the missionaries, a group of people quickly gathered around to listen.

But the people were dispersed by a group of government servants who came suddenly, and saw that this group of officials began to post notices on the street.

A bearded man who seemed to be a head catcher shouted loudly at the crowd:

"Mr. Johnson of the foreign firm was killed last night! After a detailed investigation by the Yamen, it is certain that the suspect is the Jiangyang thief Wang Ziqiang who committed crimes! If any of you have clues, you can receive a reward from the Yamen!"

Jiang Yuan couldn't help laughing when he heard the head catcher's words. Is this the way the Yamen handles cases?

The foreigner who killed that Johnson last night was clearly a ghost.

It seems that the gang of officials couldn't find the murderer, so they casually planted the blame on a gangster in order to make business with the superiors or foreigners.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and continued to wander the street.

After walking for two streets, I suddenly saw the people around me surge up and run towards the front of the street.

While running, someone shouted:
"Someone is fighting! Go and see it, everyone!"

As the crowd surged, Jiang Yuan followed to watch the excitement.

I saw that it was an open space next to a crossroad, and at this time, many people had already formed a circle.

There is a wooden platform on the open space. The wood and boards are yellow and old, and it has been many years.It seems that whenever there is an important celebration, this wooden platform is used as a ceremony platform or a stage.

But at this time, the wooden platform has become a dedicated platform.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a strong suit standing upright. He was extremely muscular, wearing a blue-gray strong suit, with a black beard all over his face.

The man's eyes were extremely ferocious, and he had a tyrannical aura. He clasped his fists at the audience, and spoke with a northern accent:
"I'm Yan Zhennan from the northern province! When I first arrived in Guizhou, I heard that your martial arts masters are unparalleled in skill, so I came here to set up a competition! May I ask if there are any martial arts masters to teach me?!"

The man who called himself Yan Zhennan kept his fists clasped, his fierce tiger eyes staring at the audience, waiting for the challenger.

At this moment, a burst of shouting sounded among the people:
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way for the second master!"

I saw a group of tough young people striding over from outside the crowd surrounded by a man carrying a birdcage. Whenever they met passers-by in the road, they were unceremoniously kicked and pushed away.

And a group of common people also seem to avoid snakes and scorpions to this group of people, hastily gave way, and whispered at the same time:

"It's from the Dafeng Gang! Are they here to fight?"

"Look, that's the second master Wang Bao of the Dafeng Gang! It is rumored that he is the second best in our county! He is only under the leader of the Dafeng Gang!"

"This second master, Wang Bao, is extremely vicious in his attacks, and he is also a local leader. This time, the martial artist on the stage is going to be unlucky!"

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As the young people came to the stage, the man who was called Wang Bao by the people came out of the cage carrying the birdcage.

I saw this Wang Bao wearing a satin and shiny black robe, with a pointed beard under his chin, and a pair of dark eyes staring at Yan Zhennan on the stage, but he said with a smile:

"Yankee, come to set up a fight on the territory of our Gale Gang, have you asked us?"

Yan Zhennan on the stage still stood motionless, he said in a deep voice:

"I'm just a martial artist, I only know how to compare martial arts with others! I don't know other rules!"

Wang Bao laughed sinisterly, then threw back the birdcage in his hand, turned over and entered the ring:
"Okay! Then I'll compete with you Yankee!"

Yan Zhennan raised his hand:
"Please!"

As someone challenged, people began to hand over life and death certificates under the ring.

At the same time the elders began to announce the rules:
"In a martial arts competition in the arena, you are willing to fight, and you are responsible for your life and death! The rest of the people stay away and are not allowed to help each other! You are not allowed to steal hidden weapons, and you are not allowed to retaliate with the crowd! It's over, announce the result in public!"

Following the announcement, the contest will soon begin.

Both Yan Zhennan and Wang Bao on the stage started to put on a posture and moved slowly.

Jiang Yuan stood among the crowd and stared at the stage, thoughtful.

From the pace of the two and the movement of their bodies, Jiang Yuan has been able to roughly judge the strength of the other party.

That Wang Bao is about the strength of the early stage of the Tongli realm, while Yan Zhennan has reached the peak of the Tongli realm.

This also allowed Jiang Yuan to roughly understand why foreigners in this world have advanced steam technology, but the imperial court has not been eliminated. It turns out that it is because of the existence of warriors.

But this world seems to be backward in martial arts, and the strength of the mere Tongli realm dares to set up a challenge.

The Tongli state is only equivalent to practicing martial arts to perfection, but it has not opened an insurmountable distance from ordinary people. Ordinary people can also deal with this kind of martial artist with the advantage of numbers.

Only when it reaches the Quadruple Realm, can it be considered that it can completely crush ordinary people, so that ordinary people cannot defeat it by numbers alone.

In another time and space, when Jiang Yuan was working in Yangcheng, there were three fighters in the four extremes in the city, and the fighters in the Tongli realm could only act as general small bosses.

And among some large gangs, there are quite a few warriors from the Kaiyuan Realm, and there are even warriors from the Guizong Realm.

And in this time and space, ordinary people have a new advantage when facing warriors, and that is firearms.

It is easy for foreign guns to deal with warriors in the Tongli realm, but it may be difficult to deal with warriors in the Quadruple realm.

When a martial artist reaches the Kaiyuan state where he can release his internal force to the outside, he can crush foreign guns at close range. I am afraid that only the steam-powered humanoid armor can compete with it.

For warriors who have reached the level of returning to the clan, the internal force can form a solid protection on the body surface, and the offensive power will reach a terrifying level. Foreign guns are no longer effective against warriors of this level, and even humanoid armor can be easily destroyed.

"If my martial arts want to be unobtrusive..." Jiang Yuan stared at the two warriors who had already started fighting on the stage, "It's time to ask a master to cover it up."

(End of this chapter)