fishing the heavens

Chapter 1197

Sitting in the beast cart, Beifeng silently adjusted his own qi and blood. The sudden increase of qi and blood made this body a little uncomfortable.

Don't look at Bei Feng's easy killing of a dozen people before, but the skin under the clothes felt tingling, and blood beads seeped out from under the skin.

This is because the sudden surge of qi and blood made this body unable to bear it. If it weren't for the power of Beifeng's soul, which perfectly controlled the qi and blood, this body might not be able to bear it.

"Now the quality of this body is twice as high as that of ordinary people, and it is considered very good among ordinary people. With my skills, it can be regarded as a little bit of self-protection power, but the consumption of fishing experience is not small. It is only an improvement. Some of the blood of this body consumes a thousand points of fishing experience."

At this time, Beifeng understood the importance of fishing experience. Without the help of fishing experience, he might have to spend a lot of time to cultivate to his original state again.

"It seems that I need to collect all kinds of resources wantonly. Even if I don't need them, when my true spirit returns, these resources will be the source of fishing experience."

Beifeng said to himself.

Nothing happened along the way, but Xiaohuan and the two servants were terrified, looking at Beifeng with fear.

The beast carts slowly entered a wide main road, and after driving for a certain distance, there were more and more beast carts of all kinds.

Some are three-meter-tall jiao-drawn carts covered in scales, while others are drawn by huge leopards.

A majestic city appeared in front of the main road. The city wall was tens of meters high and five meters wide. There were two rows of soldiers holding swords in front of the city gate.

"Tianfeng City, one of the 36 giant cities in Yan Kingdom, there must be something I need in it."

North Wind opened the window and watched the big city.

Entering the city, the streets are extremely wide, there is an endless stream of pedestrians, and the shops on both sides are extremely prosperous.

The body that Beifeng occupies now was only the heir of a wealthy businessman, and his family assets were quite rich.

When the rich businessman was still alive, there was nothing to worry about, but after the rich businessman passed away, Lu Wu took over many businesses, but he was ignorant and stubborn, which caused many connections left by the rich businessman to disappear one by one.

He has a lot of money, but he doesn't have the strength to match this money. As a result, he is envied by the rest of the people, and he rushes to him, swallowing up the huge business firms one by one.

If it weren't for the fact that some of the contacts left by the rich businessman couldn't bear to speak, Lu Wu would have been thrown into the water to feed the water god.

Even so, there were also people who attacked secretly. They didn't kill Lu Wu, but made Lu Wu weak, so that he was eventually taken over by the north wind.

The two young men drove the animal cart to the outside of a house, Xiaohuan also helped Beifeng get off the animal cart and entered the house.

The area of ​​this house is not big, and the location is not good. It is only close to the inner city. The wealthy businessman lived in the inner city before his death. The courtyard covers an area of ​​tens of mu, and there are thousands of servants.

But now it has fallen to such a state, which makes many people sigh.

"Master, you are back."

The old butler hurried forward, said respectfully, and at the same time turned his head to order the kitchen to make some food.

"Well, how many times has Uncle Zhang said, don't call me young master."

Beifeng absorbed Lu Wu's memory, and naturally followed Lu Wu's memory, without revealing anything.

"That won't work, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, the old slave is just a servant."

Zhang Bo said with a smile.

"Uncle Zhang, I want to practice martial arts. I remember that there was a book of exercises that was placed with you."

Beifeng sat at the table, eating a delicious meal, and talking.

"Young master, your body is not suitable for martial arts. Back then, the master spent tens of thousands of dollars to invite a strong man from the White Tiger Demon Hall. After teaching you, he bluntly said that you have no hope, young master, so he left directly. After the master passed away, the young master Your body is also getting worse day by day, the doctor said that your martial arts practice, young master, will only exacerbate your condition, absolutely not."

Uncle Zhang was extremely worried, he didn't know why the young master suddenly wanted to practice martial arts again, so he hurriedly persuaded him.

"Uncle Zhang, I know it well. After going out this time, I found that my body has recovered. Besides, I know how to measure it. If something goes wrong, I will stop immediately."

Beifeng didn't care, frowned, swallowed the food, and then picked up a vegetable dish with his chopsticks, which tasted pretty good. As for Zhang Bo's words, Beifeng didn't pay attention.

"Since the young master is determined to do so, this old slave dare not disobey, but you must promise me, young master, that you can't practice by force. If there is something wrong, you must stop."

Uncle Zhang instructed Beifeng, and then left the room.

"The White Tiger Demon Hall is the power of the Yan Kingdom, similar to Jin Yiwei?"

Beifeng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and muttered to himself.

In the past ten days, Beifeng has strengthened his own blood successively. Now this body is close to the limit of ordinary people, and his physical fitness is five times higher than that of ordinary people!
And after being strengthened to this level, this body has reached its limit and needs to be cultivated for a period of time.

Soon Zhang Bo went back and forth, and came back with a secret box. After opening, a yellowed thread-bound book was revealed.

"The white tiger is evil?"

On the cover of the book, there were five words written in a silver hook and iron painting, and a wave of evil spirit rushed to the face.

"Master, this is what was left behind by the strong man from the White Tiger Demon Hall back then."

Zhang Bo took out the book and handed it to Beifeng.

Uncle Zhang was a little bit emotional, the strong man from the White Tiger Demon Hall taught the young master for a period of time and said that the young master had no talent at all, leaving this book of the White Tiger Demon God was worth ten thousand gold when he left.

"Uncle Zhang, how much money is there in the family?"

Beifeng flipped through the book while asking questions.

"Master, there is not much money in the family, only less than a thousand taels of silver, a restaurant, and a weapon shop are left."

Zhang Bo is an old man, and Lu Wu grew up under his watch, so Lu Wu trusts him quite a bit, and Zhang Bo keeps the family's money.

Beifeng closed the books, rubbed his temples, and said, "Take out 500 taels of silver, I will be useful."

"Master, I don't have 500 taels of silver. After two days, the armory needs to purchase a batch of ore, and the daily expenses of the restaurant. After taking out the 500 taels of silver, the remaining silver is not enough for turnover."

Uncle Zhang had a bitter face, the restaurant was losing money every day, while the weapons shop was profitable, but not much.

"Go ahead, sell the weapons shop and restaurant."

Beifeng said without thinking.

"No, young master, if you sell the restaurant and armory, you will completely ruin your foundation, and you will have nothing to live on. The family's money will not last long."

Uncle Zhang was taken aback when he heard the words, and then hurriedly persuaded him, hoping that the young master could dispel this idea.

"Stop talking, just do as I tell you."

Bei Feng didn't raise his head, and he emphasized his tone a little, then left, returned to his room, and began to practice the White Tiger Sha God.

(End of this chapter)