Beiyin Great Sage

The Sea of ​​Consciousness light curtain flickers and changes.

Yin Killing Sword: Proficient!

"Shh!"

Zhou Jia opened his eyes, and the soft sword popped out again. The cold and stern light of the sword drew an arc in the air, and pierced into the crack of the wall several feet away.

Time flies!

A sword seals the throat!

Compared with before, the sword moves are more subtle, and the sword intent is colder and more stern, but because it is a beginner's first practice, there are more flaws.

The power has also become weaker.

But that's okay.

The more you practice in the future, the better.

"From the point of view of proficiency, although the power of the Yin Killing Sword is not as powerful as the Purple Thunder Axe, it is almost the same."

Putting away the soft sword, Zhou Jia was thoughtful, his eyes flickering back and forth:

"In this way, wouldn't it be possible to keep cultivating martial skills to the great perfection, and then continue to superimpose martial skills on top to increase the power?"

"If you come a few more times..."

"Silver martial arts can also be piled up!"

"wrong!"

Zhou Jia frowned:

"I seem to have never heard of silver martial arts?"

Whether it's the inner sect, Jin Huang's lineage, or even the Tianhu gang and other black irons, it seems that no one has ever mentioned the existence of silver masters.

During the Dalin Dynasty, innate was already at its peak.

At that time, the well-known and powerful martial arts masters were only comparable to the middle stage of the black iron in terms of cultivation base and strength.

Falling into the world of ruins, relying on beheading fierce beasts and eradicating sectarian opinions, after more than 300 years of development, there is today's martial arts realm.

About Silver Powerhouse.

People in the world know very little about them, and the only few records show them as another species, a powerful non-human existence.

Regardless of the inner door or the outer door, it seems that the kung fu has been cultivated to the late stage of Heitie, which is the limit.

Although they can break through the limit in theory, it seems that no one has ever broken through to the silver level by relying on cultivation techniques.

Meanwhile, what happened?

"clatter……"

The sound of dripping water interrupted Zhou Jia's meditation.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it.

The current him is still some distance away from Hei Tie, and Bai Yin doesn't even know the Year of the Monkey, so no matter how much he thinks now, it is meaningless.

Walking to the dripping place, here is a simple mill, with a twisted rope, and some light white grass stems are accumulated to produce juice.

If there are people here who are proficient in identifying herbs, they will be able to tell at a glance that the white grass stems are indeed empty grasses.

50 Years of Twilight Grass!

The woven clothes have the effect of lightening one's body, but now there is such a rough backlog, nearly half of the grass stems are wasted, it is a waste of money.

Zhou Jia didn't think so in his heart.

For him, as long as the grass seeds are still there, it only takes more than ten days to produce large quantities of 50-year-old grass.

It's the juice, it is rumored that it can wash the tendons and cut the marrow, and make people as light as a swallow, and the juice of the thousand-year-old grass can allow ordinary people to travel thousands of miles in a day.

50 years of age does not have such a great effect, but the quality is not as good as the quantity. The juice accumulated by hundreds of grasses is worse than one.

The white grass stems, the accumulated juice turned out to be black.

The ink-colored juice dripped all over the wine cup, like a viscous liquid, rippled layer by layer.

This wine cup weighs more than ten catties!

Picking up the wine cup, Zhou Jia inspected it for a moment, and drank it down in one gulp.

The bitterness of the juice was unbearable, and it even caused his stomach to be restless, making his face distorted, and it took him a long time to recover, and he let out a mouthful of foul air.

"Well……"

He opened his eyes and moved his hands and feet, but nothing seemed to change.

"pity!"

Sighing lightly, Zhou Jia shook his head helplessly.

It seems to be wishful thinking.

a few days later.

Finally showed the efficacy.

A sense of transparency appeared on the body, as if everything in the world could be perceived more clearly, especially the breeze.

With a light leap, the wind power followed.

The increase was not large, even far less than half, but to Zhou Jia, it was already a pleasant surprise.

He has always been bad at lightness kung fu, he had to travel dozens of miles to hunt down and kill several young people, and it is not cost-effective to practice light kung fu.

Stalking the juice of empty grass is a convenient method.

In the next period of time, Zhou Jia increased the number of grasses spawned, and took some juice every once in a while.

Movement, also more agile.

The shortcoming of lack of light work has gradually been made up for.

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West City Casino.

Zhou Jia stood on the second floor with his hands behind his back, looking down through the window.

"director."

Wen Zhong was sweating profusely, wiping it with a handkerchief from time to time, and said in a low voice:

"It's the person below, who has already won [-] Origin Stones since entering the casino with one Origin Coin, and I'm afraid he will win more in the future."

"Ah."

Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

Six thousand source stones is not much for a gambling house, the key is confidence, and no one can bear it if there is no progress.

"Luo Feng is not his opponent?"

At the gambling table, only two people bet against each other.

One of them is Luo Feng who sits in the gambling house, but the former title of "Thousand Hands" has long since disappeared, and instead he has been given the title of Iron Hands.

One of his arms was cut off, and then a metal arm was pressed at a high price.

His strength has not decreased but increased, but he can't do too fine movements.

Against ordinary gamblers, relying on his experience, even if his arm is weak, Luo Feng is still sure, but this time the opponent is obviously different.

His opponent was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with an ordinary appearance, a three-inch beard, and triangular eyes that flickered from time to time.

The loose robe on his body reveals a skinny figure inside.

"Wow..."

The noise rang out again.

Sitting across the table, Luo Feng's face turned cold, his eyes fixed on the opponent's cards, and he nodded stiffly:

"I lost!"

"If someone hadn't lost his hand, Deacon Luo might not be invincible." Upstairs, Wen Zhong wiped his sweat and said in a low voice:

"But now, it's not his opponent."

"Have you found out the origin?" Zhou Jia's expression remained unchanged.

"I don't know yet." Wen Zhong opened his mouth, seeing Zhou Jia's eyes move slightly, his heart skipped a beat subconsciously, and hurriedly said:

"However, he had previously appeared in the dark workshop privately set up by Deacon Zou. Since the death of Deacon Zou, this person has disappeared and has not shown up until now."

"This person is nicknamed Ghost Hand. No one knows his name, but his gambling skills are extremely good."

"En." Zhou Jia nodded slowly:

"San Niang hasn't come yet?"

"Two groups of people have gone to urge you." Wen Zhong's eyes were anxious:

"Otherwise, I'll let someone go over and have a look?"

"No need." Zhou Jia shook his head lightly:

"Look again."

"This..." Wen Zhong's face froze slightly:

"Yes."

After thinking about it, he said again:

"Director, or wait a minute, we..."

He gestured a decapitation gesture, his eyes were fierce.

In their line of work, how can there be no human life on their hands, and it is common for those who don't know how to praise, to have their arms broken and their eyes gouged out.

"Well……"

Zhou Jia pondered, then pointed to several people in the crowd:

"Look up their history."

"They?" Wen Zhong was taken aback for a moment, then returned to his senses:

"Are they a gang?"

"Yes, this subordinate is going!"

Wen Zhong has a fat body, but his movements are not slow at all. Not long after, he trotted up from downstairs, panting:

"Director, I found out that there is really someone behind the ghost hand."

"Oh!" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"tell me the story."

"It's the Qian family!" Wen Zhong said:

"Deacon Zou is using the Qian family's territory behind our backs. They should have a cooperative relationship."

"The supervisor took care of the one surnamed Zou, and the dark workshop was closed. It was renovated not long ago, and this is the official position."

"This ghost hand is the one invited by the Qian family to watch the scene!"

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly:

"Come here this time, I'm afraid I want to stand up!"

"Take us to stand up, they are so courageous!"

"The Qian family." Zhou Jia was thoughtful.

"Director Zhou, are you looking for a concubine?" At this moment, a sweet voice sounded, and before the person arrived, a gust of fragrant wind had already blown towards his face.