God rewards those who work hard: Awakening Daily Practice Settlement

Chapter 15 The first kill with sword intent (please read it later)

"what!"

The iron nail pierced his face, and the man in black screamed.

next second.

Pei Daoye pounced forward, clenched a fist with his five fingers, and the fist raised by the knuckle of his middle finger hit the opponent's chin from bottom to top.

"Crack!"

There was a strange sound from the bones, and the man's howl of pain became even more shrill.

Pei Daoye secretly said it was a pity.

His punch failed to shatter the opponent's jaw as expected... It seemed that just practicing the "Little Spirit Rain Jue" was not enough, and he failed to polish his body properly.

After today's work is over, we must find a way to temper our physical body.

"Damn guy! There's a way to use the dirty stuff..."

Before the man in black could finish his curse, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air again, and he was so startled that he quickly backed away.

But he didn't expect that this time it was not the lime powder that came to him, but Pei Daoye's fist... hitting him in the chest.

With a groan, the man took a few steps back, hit the wall, and fell to the ground.

Normally, he would have been able to block this kid's moves.

It's a shame that I've been hit by dirty tricks one after another. At this moment, my eyes are burning, and I feel like my head is about to explode with pain.

"Ah!" roared.

The man screamed in frustration, he had learned kung fu for so many years, but why couldn't he kill this little qi practitioner!
He wanted to get involved in the path of immortality, and he had always dreamed of becoming an immortal master respected by thousands of people!
It took him two months to choose a target before he set his sights on Pei Daoye.

"Hunyuan Palm!"

A roar.

Pei Daoye was suddenly startled. The man who was already weak suddenly seemed to have a flash of light. In his perception, a force emerged out of thin air, which was far stronger than fists and kicks.

"Sword Intent, give it to Master Dao quickly!"

Pei Daoye hurriedly activated the fingernail-sized sword intent in his body.

But very slowly.

It was so slow that beads of sweat appeared on Pei Daoye's forehead.

But just when the power exerted by the other party was about to hit him, there was a "shoo" and the snow-white light flashed away.

The man in black froze in place, maintaining his attacking posture, and then blood overflowed from his brow, and he fell backwards.

Then he fell to the ground.

Pei Daoye breathed heavily, hurriedly took out a spiritual stone, and secretly ran the "Little Spiritual Rain Technique". After three or five breaths, he regained physical consciousness.

He was also frightened for a while.

The opponent's kung fu simply refreshed his understanding of secular martial arts.

I am a Qi practitioner!
He almost died at the hands of such a person!

But he could only smile bitterly.

In the eyes of secular people, he is an immortal master.

But only he himself knows the actual difficult situation.

Without entering the outer courtyard, humans and animals are no different.

What happened today was a wake-up call for him.

Before he learned the orthodox offensive spells, he had no spiritual power.

But even if there are spells, can physical strength be ignored in future battles at the same level?
What's ridiculous is that just the slightest bit of sword intention he cultivated through the "Lei Xuan True Form Sword Sutra" has already depleted all his spiritual energy, and the soreness in his muscles is very strong.

However, he was satisfied with the effect of using the sword to kill people.

Looking at the body of the man in black, Pei Daoye walked over expressionlessly.

He has seen too many dead people in the past few years, and has long lost his sense of awe.

A search for the body quickly began.

He untied a money bag, which contained two shriveled low-grade spiritual stones. The silver notes were worth one thousand three hundred taels, which made him a small fortune in worldly terms.

Another bamboo tube was found on the opponent's body. But he just didn't find the martial arts secrets he just performed.

"Impossible! This guy will definitely carry it with him and hide it somewhere..."

He stepped forward and took off the man's clothes, and finally found a piece of human skin paper on his waist and abdomen, with three words clearly written on it: [Hunyuan Palm].

Pei Daoye was immediately overjoyed.

After putting away everything and the iron nails to ensure that his identity would not be easily exposed, he quickly left the scene of the crime.

There was no rush to return to the sect.

Instead, he went to the stream. He threw his coir raincoat and the clothes that had been previously scented into the water, changed into a new set of clothes, and then sat cross-legged on the ground to rest.

It was the first time in my life that I fought against a secular warrior, and I felt a little scared when I thought about it.

If he hadn't been cautious by nature and would bring lime powder and sharpened iron nails with him every time he went out, he might really have to confess here today.

"It's a shame that the handyman disciples don't have access to attack spells at all. Even if I practice the "Little Spiritual Rain Technique" to the tenth level, I still don't have the ability to kill people and respond to enemies... I can only be a gardener for the rest of my life!"

"This is definitely not the path I want!"

"The "Lei Heng True Form Sword Sutra" is strong and strong, but with my current cultivation level... I will die if I use it even once. I won't be able to use it in the short term. I can only use it as a trump card of life and death."

"So, it is still necessary to learn secular martial arts at this stage!"

Pei Daoye was deep in thought and practiced the "Little Lingyu Jue" for a while, and the spiritual energy in his body recovered slightly.

He turned around and went to the street again, spending twenty taels of silver to find a short sword that caught his eye.

The sword is less than one foot seven (about 55 centimeters) long. The blade is slightly wider and the spine is slightly thinner. It is sharpened equally and decorated with bronze grids.

Mainly so that he can hide it in his sleeves or robes.

In the future, when the cultivation level is improved, the sword intention can also be attached to it, exerting even more astonishing lethality.

If this is a magic weapon, it can directly accumulate spiritual energy on the sword.

It's a pity that even a low-level magic weapon costs hundreds of spiritual stones... He doesn't lack silver, he just lacks spiritual stones.

Before leaving.

He glanced at the plaque on the side door that read "There is a Martial Arts School" and his thoughts changed.

"Anyway, I now have Meng Hai's instructions and can go out at any time. This martial arts gym seems to be very old."

Most of the secular martial arts gyms are open to those who cannot enter the immortal gate. There are also a small number of people who will use the martial arts gym as a starting point to strengthen their energy and blood before entering the immortal gate.

However, there are only a small number of people in this category.

If he could enter the Immortal Sect, he would at least have the bones to do so. He would either join a handyman like Pei Daoye, or he would enter the outer courtyard and be eligible for magic.

Usually after learning magic, no one will care about secular martial arts.

Just like today, Pei Daoye was also sighing. If he knew how to control a sword, he could take the life of the strong man in black from ten meters away. How could he use so many methods.

Regardless of whether he is Hunyuan or not, it is all useless!
"It's just that I have to wait until the advanced level of Qi training before I can wield a sword... It's been too long. If I want to obtain spiritual energy in the future, I will inevitably have to compete with others... I still need to master the skills of killing enemies in advance."

He looked back at the four characters "Yujian Martial Arts School".

……

at the same time.

There is a martial arts hall.

Zhang Zexu, as the owner of Youjian Martial Arts School, has been barely making a living for so many years. Unfortunately, he only has one daughter at his knees, so she can only pass on his Zhang family's martial arts, but she has no chance to join the Immortal Sect.

"Dad, someone died in Zhongliu Lane. Do you know who died? You might not believe it even if I tell you, it's Liu Wanfeng, the Hunyuan thunderbolt player!"

"Huh?" Zhang Zexu was stunned, and his eyes became serious: "Liu Wanfeng's strength is not weak. His Hunyuan Jin is comparable to the spiritual power of a monk. Otherwise, he would not be able to enter the market... He is actually dead. It’s fine to die, but who killed him?”

"It's strange to say that the Yamen sealed off the scene and then alerted the higher-ups. The matter ended here." The young girl deliberately let it slip.

Zhang Zexu looked over and heard his daughter say in a low voice: "Liu Wanfeng died tragically. He fought with others before he died, but in the end he died with a sword between his eyebrows. This sword directly cut off all his vitality... So someone He said he offended the immortal master."

"Immortal Master?" Zhang Zexu was suddenly startled, "Is this Liu Wanfeng crazy? He actually offended the Immortal Master?"

"The interesting thing is here. Liu Wanfeng wanted to become an immortal master for more than a day or two. He even often secretly went to Fangshi... Now I don't know whose son he wanted to deal with. He almost succeeded, and finally attracted the swordsman. The master will use only one sword... Dad, is the immortal master really that strong?"

Zhang Zexu heard his daughter's question and immediately smiled bitterly and said: "The ultimate goal of martial arts is to prolong life, but the ultimate goal of those immortal masters is to live as long as the sky and control the heaven and earth. Who is stronger and who is weaker?"

(End of this chapter)