From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

Of course sleeping with Cheng Jiexiong was a joke, because it was impossible for him to sleep while transforming and letting Leng Kong observe.

But it was certain that he would stay in Zoryuyuan.

In the following time, Leng Kong stayed close to Jiexiong's body in the morning, focusing on feeling the pulsation of the opponent's muscles (biomagnetic field?) when he transformed. With the blessing of the ghost brain, the progress can be said to be very good.

In the afternoon, I enjoyed the rare sour time with Zhu Mei Niwai.

As for the evening?

Of course it belongs to two people!

The combination of work and rest has been flexibly used to the limit by Leng Kong.

In the past four years of Blade Ya, his mind has been in a state of tension.

In the early stage, because of the strong shadow, he did not dare to waste a second and was immersed in training. In the later stage, in order to defeat Yujiro, even sleeping was replaced by meditation. He practiced 36 hours a day (Jack?) just to get the blood of Norma.

After returning to Zoryuyuan, he fully relaxed his soul and body. Leng Kong felt that his will and body, which had been condensed to the extreme, showed signs of breakthrough?

This feeling was very mysterious, and Leng Kong only felt it stronger when he tasted the pure fruit.

But unfortunately, Zhu Mei is not strong enough and cannot last long.

After three months of enjoying peace and quiet, the cold air felt like my blood was about to run cold and my bones were about to get rusty.

Gentle Township, Tomb of Heroes!

The ancients were indeed right, people just can't rest for too long.

But by this time, Leng Kong finally adjusted the frequency of muscle fluctuations to be consistent with that of Jie Xiongming, thus mastering the secret of free shrinkage and expansion of the body.

After she regained her normal body shape, she accompanied Akemi to various shopping malls in Tokyo, ate all kinds of delicacies, and even went to watch Ayaka's boxing ring.

Finally it was time to start again.

Late at night,

Looking at Zhu Mei sleeping soundly in his arms, Leng Kong lovingly kissed the beauty on her forehead, then got out of bed and walked out of the door gently.

Standing on the balcony, he closed his eyes and entered the pure white space. Then, the suspended light group covering the sky of Quanwang Island shot out a beam of light and quickly pulled Leng Kong into the Tianmen.

"Leng Jun."

The next second after Leng Kong flew away with the light ball, Zhu Mei, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes, with crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes.

When Leng Kong accompanied her on her shopping spree and had fun with her, Zhu Mei knew that her man was leaving again.

This world is too small, so Lord Leng’s stage is destined to be the world behind the Tianmen.

And with Leng Kong's extraordinary five senses, he certainly knew that Zhu Mei was not sleeping, and he didn't reveal it.

Because he doesn't like to tell me when he leaves.

The consciousness enters the pure white space, and the body once again travels through the worlds with the help of the light group.

I don’t know how long it took, but I felt my body shake and my consciousness returned.

Scanning his eyes, Leng Kong found that he was in a huge scorched pit. Well, he should have smashed it.

The legs used a little force to pop out of the huge pit, and there was a small hill outside.

Going down the hill and over the ridge, a winding path only one person wide appeared in front of us.

There are fields on both sides of the path, and fields on the other side. It stretches to the end of the field of vision and then becomes a lot wider.

In the fields, there were skinny, dark, and short radish cubs, wearing extremely tattered linen linen clothes, doing farm work. Occasionally, they caught a glimpse of Leng Kong’s majestic and perfect iconic figure. There was no movement on his face, and he looked at it slightly. He lowered his head and continued working.

As the lowest class of society, heavy miscellaneous taxes and exploitation have long numbed their spirits. It takes all their strength to fill their stomachs. How can they have the energy to care whether their bodies explode in the cold air?

Leng Kong looked at the group of black elves and felt that he couldn't find any useful information, so he walked along the path onto the main road.

After walking like this for several hours, we passed four or five dense forests and thatched villages. In total, we walked more than thirty miles.

The clouds at high altitude were getting thicker and thicker, and it looked like it was going to rain.

After climbing over another small forest, a shabby teahouse appeared in sight. Two men dressed as waiters, with blackened towels on their shoulders, were leaning against the wooden pillars of the teahouse.

Except for the clerk Benji, there was not a single customer inside.

The two tea tables with chipped corners placed haphazardly looked a bit old, and there were still many scratches from knife tips on the table tops that were plated to patina.

This store doesn't look normal at first glance.

But it suits Leng Kong’s wishes. These people should know more than the farmers in front of them, right?

As I walked into the tea house and sat down, raindrops just fell from the sky.

Dark clouds cover the sky, the light fades, the raindrops grow from small to large, and dense water blooms outside the tea house. For a while, the only sound left in my ears is the sound of rain.

"Where are the guests going?"

When the two guys saw Leng Kong, their eyes met quickly. The younger one quickly turned around and entered the house. Leng Kong could hear the young man running out of the back door immediately after entering the house.

The older waiter shook the black towel, walked up to Leng Kong, wiped the table skillfully, and then placed a large chipped porcelain bowl. The teapot was tilted, and the turbid water poured into the edge of the bowl.

"I said this is the thing. Who can't resist such temptation?"

Leng Kong's fingers were already cold, and the tea had a faint medicinal smell amidst the heavy smell of earth.

No, if you want to administer medicine, you should at least be professional?

The quality of local black shops is too poor.

"Feel sorry."

The guy shrugged, "We haven't had guests for a long time."

how long?

The guy tilted his head and thought about it, it seemed like it had been around 50 years, and he wasn't even born at that time.

It has been almost 50 years since Iga and Koga signed a no-war agreement under the auspices of Hanzo-sama of the First Headquarters during the Tengen Period, and they have been at peace for 50 years.

Since he took over this teahouse, he has rarely entertained many guests.

Because except for the mortal enemy Koga, other small and medium-sized forces have not really had the courage to invade their Iga border.

That’s right, it’s the border!

A village is a country, this is an old tradition in the small days.

Although they still need to obey the shogun's orders, each small country still has a lot of autonomy, so as long as the shogun doesn't make trouble, no other force really dares to provoke them.

"So, what's the matter with our guests coming to Iga City?"

The waiter's eyes were half-closed, and his hand was quietly inserted into the counter to hold the handle of the knife, "Our Ninja Village does not accept outsiders."

"Ninja Village?"

Hearing this word, Leng Kong frowned slightly, this thing seemed different from martial arts.

But what exactly is different? I can’t draw a conclusion without personal experience.

But since he knows that the combat power of this world is the Ninja system, Leng Kong will definitely not miss it.

"If I were said to be a wandering warrior, traveling half my life just to find strong men to fight, would you believe it?"

Leng Kong opened the tea bowl with his hands, his eyes were sincere.

"Then you're looking in the wrong place!"

"Although Iga has been hiding in the world for decades, she is not someone trash samurai like you can offend."

The words were not spoken by the man, but came from the woods behind.

After the voice fell, a pair of things that looked like human hands suddenly shot out from the woods and clasped on the roof of the tea house.

call out!

The next second, a short old man with a head like an octopus, with the back of his head protruding half a meter appeared on the roof.

"It was really a hand just now?"

Seeing the way the old man appeared, Leng Kong's eyelids trembled slightly.

If you read correctly, the old man's hands were dozens of meters long just now, right?

Is this a ninja technique?

Or a rubber man?