Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 175: Qi Refining Master
The hot summer is gradually passing, and God is kind enough not to add insult to injury in this war-torn year.

There has not been a severe drought for several years, which allows the common people to have a hot meal and not be completely desperate.

In August, the weather began to turn cooler, and Song Changming bought some more clothes for his mother to prevent her from catching a cold caused by the seasonal change.

That day, in the courtyard.

Song Changming finished his daily physical training session with his upper body naked and covered in sweat.

Suddenly he exerted force and punched continuously in the air.

The extremely high kinetic energy creates explosive fist wind in the air, making a buzzing sound like a blower.

After throwing dozens of punches in a row, Song Changming stopped. Feeling the terrifying force he had just released, Song Changming was quite satisfied.

“New characteristic talent, the development progress is good.”

The upper limit of his physical strength continues to rise due to these physical characteristics.

In his daily life, as long as he practices physical training, he can continue to tap the potential of these physical characteristics.

The harder you work, the faster you can develop features.

Especially in the early stages of acquiring new physical traits, he could feel his body getting stronger almost every day, gradually evolving in an increasingly outrageous direction, soaring all the way.

Compared to last month, he has almost taken a small step forward in terms of strength and speed.

His reactions became faster, his coordination became stronger, his five senses became sharper, and the toughness of his skin and flesh was constantly changing and strengthening.

This is not only the result of the development of his three high-grade physical characteristics, but also the result of the gradual refinement of his mental power.

In addition, the practice of Qi Refining is also accumulating and settling steadily.

Today, Song Changming can be said to be in a period of rapid growth in strength, and he enjoys the sense of fulfillment brought by his ever-increasing strength.

Just as Song Changming was practicing sword techniques, Song Ping'an came back quickly from the door.

"Brother Song, I bought the red chalcedony you asked for, two pieces in total, and some other medicinal herbs."

As Song Ping'an spoke, he took down the large medicine box that stored all the medicinal materials and took out a medicine box from it.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Song Changming nodded.

Hearing that the treasure appraisal meeting in that port town had reopened and that many high-quality body-refining medicinal materials had been produced, he asked Song Ping'an to go there and be responsible for the procurement.

When the medicine box was opened, two pieces of bright red and warm chalcedony were found inside, with a clear and transparent texture.

Song Changming took out the two pieces of top-quality chalcedony worth thousands of silver coins and threw them into his mouth and swallowed them like candy beans.

"Ah, this, Brother Song, these are two pieces of red chalcedony. Is it okay to eat them like this?" Song Ping'an was shocked when he saw it and asked worriedly.

The quality of scarlet chalcedony is so high and its medicinal power is so strong that even a warrior at the highest level would need more than a month to digest after eating a piece.

Who can bear to eat two pieces in a row?

"It's okay." Song Changming waved his hand indifferently.

In the past, he took this red chalcedony as if he were taking strong medicine, no more than one yuan a month, and he didn't dare to take more.

But now, his body has become strong enough that a piece of top-quality red chalcedony is not so effective for him.

This forced him to eat one more piece, which certainly wasted some of the medicinal power, but since he was only pursuing efficiency in his practice and had no shortage of money, he didn't consider whether it was a waste or not.

Of course, the prerequisite for swallowing such a top-grade medicine is to have a physique as strong as his, which can withstand the doubled power of the medicine.

Otherwise, this behavior is really no different from seeking death.

"By the way, I met a warrior named Jiang Maocai on my way back just now, and he sent me a challenge." Song Ping'an suddenly remembered, took out the challenge and said.

"Come again?" Song Changming was a little surprised.

Ever since he won seven consecutive battles last month and earned 70 Han gold, all the challengers have quieted down.

I thought these warriors had recognized his strength and would not dare to challenge him again.

Unexpectedly, the challenge has started again shortly after the beginning of August.

"Just say I want to go into seclusion and I won't answer it." Song Changming refused directly.

He had just swallowed two pieces of top-grade chalcedony worth twenty pieces of gold in total. How could he waste the medicinal power to fight with a warrior he had never even heard of?

"Okay." Song Ping'an nodded.

The next evening, after dinner.

After dinner, Song's mother went to rest early, leaving only Song Changming and Song Ping'an in the yard.

There was a chessboard and a pot of sake on the stone table. After Song Changming made his move, Song Ping'an saw that the game was about to end, and he scratched his head anxiously.

"Take your time to think about it. There's no rush." ​​Song Changming laughed, poured himself a glass of wine, and sipped it with ease.

Ever since his old chess friend Liu Dingsheng passed away, he would teach Song Ping'an how to play chess at home to entertain himself during his free time.

Seeing Song Ping'an struggling in distress over his chess skills, Song Changming finally understood why Liu Dingsheng liked to play chess with him.

I have to say, bullying the weak is really stress-relieving and refreshing.

"Brother Song, you are still the best. I lost again." Song Ping'an shook his head.

"Haha." Song Changming smiled and was ready to abuse him a little more before stopping.

At this time, Dahuang and Dabai, who were also taking a nap at his feet after eating and drinking, suddenly raised their necks, pricked up their ears, and looked outside the courtyard wall.

"Huh?" Song Ping'an also noticed the abnormality of the two dogs and his expression froze.

The two dogs' sense of smell and hearing are far superior to those of humans, and they are like two living radars. It is obvious that they noticed something and were directly awakened.

This kind of situation usually happens when a thief comes to your door or other uninvited guests drop by late at night.

"Brother Song!" Song Ping'an looked over.

Song Changming also noticed it and put down the wine glass in his hand, "Dabai."

After swallowing the dragon ball, the big white dog was very smart. It understood what Song Changming meant without him even saying anything. It went into the house and took out Song Changming's dragon-patterned knife.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall.

This man wore a conical hat, was dressed like a gangster, and carried a long-handled broadsword on his back.

The blade is wide, straight and long, simply wrapped with a pile of patchwork pieces of cloth.

"It's you!" Song Ping'an recognized the uninvited guest and immediately explained to Song Changming, "This person is the one who sent the challenge yesterday."

The big yellow dog on the side was growling in a hostile manner, as if it was ready to pounce and bite the other party at any time.

The fact that Da Huang reacted so violently obviously showed that he felt malice and threat from the other party.

"My friend, climbing over the wall late at night is not a gentleman's act." Song Changming frowned and said.

"I'm not a gentleman. If you don't accept the challenge, then I'll have to come to you myself." Jiang Maocai said slowly. As he spoke, he took off the long knife wrapped in rags from his back and untied the cloth bit by bit.

His voice was not loud but rather low, and he sounded quite old.

"You break in at night like this, it doesn't look like you want to challenge me. Who sent you here?" Song Changming's voice gradually became colder.

Jiang Maocai chuckled and said, "I'm not stupid. I wanted to take advantage of the duel to kill you, but you didn't give me the chance, and I didn't have much patience to wait, so I had to come tonight."

As he spoke, he had already untied the cloth, revealing a bloodstained long sword that shone coldly in the moonlight.

There were some strange energy fluctuations lingering around him, disturbing the night breeze blowing around him.

Song Changming observed this and his expression became more serious.

That is the energy fluctuation of mental power on the other person's body.

He opened up the Dark Sea and knew how to use spiritual power, which meant that the other party was most likely a Qi-refining warrior!
Before this, he thought that Qi-refining warriors were rare in the world, but now one suddenly appeared to him.

Moreover, the other party was unknown. Song Changming had never heard of the name Jiang Maocai and didn't know what his reputation was in the world.

Or maybe Jiang Maocai is just a pseudonym.

The information about this person is limited and his origins are mysterious, but this does not prevent him from making inferences.

"Were you sent by the second prince?" Song Changming asked. He was not in a hurry to take action. It would be best if he could get clear answers.

"." Jiang Maocai was speechless.

"This prince is in a high position and has great power, so why does he care so much about a commoner like me?" Song Changming continued to ask.

"You should know why I care so much about it." Jiang Maocai snorted coldly.

Once these words were spoken, the origin of this Qi-refining master was basically confirmed. He was a martial arts expert sent by the Second Prince specifically to deal with Song Changming.

"Since you were able to defeat Xue Boyan, it proves that you have also reached the Qi training stage. No need to say more, come on." Jiang Maocai stood on the courtyard wall with a knife in both hands, looking down at Song Changming, and said this.

He did not mean to underestimate Song Changming at all.

No one in the world knows, but he knows very well how important the battle in which Song Changming killed Xue Boyan was. Therefore, he will not take it lightly when facing Song Changming.

(End of this chapter)