Beiyin Great Sage

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A figure is practicing boxing skills.

The figure's movements were slow, but powerful and powerful, causing strong winds to roar when the punch was punched out.

Punch out.

Within the reach of the fist, the vegetation a few meters away fell slightly, and the dust on the ground was pushed out in an arc by invisible force.

The punch fell.

Muffled thunder roared, and it was clearly three feet away from the ground. The compacted ground was already sinking silently, and cracks appeared.

Step, shrink shoulders, pounce, punch...

The huge courtyard, as the figure danced his fists, seemed to have become cramped, as if it could no longer accommodate one person.

Every movement of the figure can cause strong winds to roar, but it can be controlled within a few feet.

Like a terrifying ferocious beast, all the strength in its body is restrained, and its seemingly ordinary movements can kill or injure anyone who touches it.

From time to time, the fists and palms changed, and the momentum was like thunder. After a series of slaps, a wave of air visible to the naked eye rushed straight to a distance of more than ten meters.

Wherever it passes, it is destroyed.

Five elements boxing!

Thunder Palm!

One is the Jinhuang lineage boxing technique, and the other is the inheritance of the Tieyuan sect. They are incomparable to the Zi Lei sword technique, but their power is not weak.

If one method can be used, then all methods can be solved.

Zhou Jia, who possesses master-level ax skills, can still make rapid progress by practicing fist and palm skills even if he does not have the talent to wield weapons.

After all, in martial arts, certain things are connected with each other.

However, practicing boxing and kicking is just for him to prepare for emergencies. In comparison, weapons are more cost-effective.

"call!"

As soon as he retracted his fists, there was a sudden silence in the field.

Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and kept his momentum introverted. Although he did not make any move, a cold wind suddenly rose in the huge courtyard, and a chill spread quietly.

"Uh-huh!"

A cold light suddenly appeared, and the light of the sword came into view.

A soft sword flashed from his waist and pierced the void.

The Yin Feng Life-Destroying Sword!

The cold wind shivered and the sword light was breathtaking. The courtyard seemed to have suddenly entered the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, and the grass and trees in the corners were covered with white frost.

This kind of swordsmanship is terrifying.

If an ordinary person were to fight against him, he would be eroded by the sword intent like a bone-eroding sinister wind and die on the spot before even touching the sword.

Black iron martial arts!

Mortal level.

Martial arts emphasize the movement of force and mysterious moves.

Among them, according to different skills, there are strong ones and weak ones. The weak ones are like Cloak Knife and Tiger Fist. The subtleties are all based on the transportation of Qi and blood.

Strong ones, such as Thunder Palm, Death Sword, etc...

Although the moves are mysterious and explosive, they are still ordinary martial arts.

Black iron martial arts, on this basis, also pay attention to divine will, integrating essence, energy and spirit into one, so that it can display incredible abilities.

Among them, there are also strengths and weaknesses.

Weak ones are like the Thunder Axe. Only by cultivating to an extremely high level and with the help of external objects such as Thunder Elemental Stone can the power of thunder be truly stimulated.

The Purple Thunder Sword Technique is the best among them.

The sword intention surges, followed by thunder, and its power is so powerful that it can crush all martial arts.

However, it is not easy to successfully practice this kind of martial arts. Only those with sufficient energy and spirit can master it and even use it.

The sword light kills people in the field, but in terms of power, it is actually far inferior to the Purple Thunder Ax Technique. However, the charm of it is that it is smooth and unimpeded and not fake.

The Yin Feng Life-Destroying Sword: Great Perfection!

"Uh-huh!"

The sword light retracted back to his waist, and a satisfied smile appeared on Zhou Jia's face.

The state of Dzogchen means that this martial art has been fully understood and mastered, and the understanding of the moves can be called a master.

Only a martial arts master can integrate other martial arts into his own martial arts, and then innovate and advance to a higher level.

How difficult is it to cultivate a martial arts to perfection?

Ordinary people cannot,

Zhou Jia can.

With the help of the weapon-handling trait, there is no limit to his ability to practice weapons and martial arts. As long as he practices, he can increase his proficiency and understanding.

Until the Great Consummation.

Just like the deadly sword, the thunder ax...

Now, he finally has a black iron martial skill that he has cultivated to the level of Dzogchen.

Not only that, as early as two months ago, Zhou Jia found a sword technique that could be combined with each other from the Tianhu Gang library.

Thirteen moves of sinister killing!

This is a black iron martial art with astonishing killing intent and almost crazy swordsmanship. If a practitioner is not careful, he may become a murderous maniac.

Close your eyes.

The thirteen moves of Yinsha came to mind one by one.

The insights about the Yinfeng Life-Destroying Sword also appeared one after another, and then the thirteen Yin-Slaying Styles were dismantled one by one and integrated into the Yinfeng Life-Destroying Sword.

The light curtain of the sea of ​​consciousness flickers and changes.

Insidious Death Sword: Mastery!

"Uh-huh!"

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

Time flies!

Seal the throat with one sword!

Compared with before, the swordsmanship moves were more sophisticated, and the sword intent became colder and more chilling. However, because it was just a beginner's practice, it had more flaws.

The power has also become weaker.

But that's okay.

It will be fine if you practice more in the future.

"In terms of proficiency, although the power of the Yin Killing Sword is not as powerful as the Purple Thunder Ax Technique, it is almost the same."

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

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be possible to keep cultivating martial arts to perfection, and then continue to stack martial arts on top to increase the power?"

"If I 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?"

No matter whether it is the inner sect, the Jinhuang lineage, or even the Tianhu Gang and other black irons, no one seems to have ever mentioned the existence of a silver master.

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

The great martial arts master who was famous and powerful at that time was only comparable to the middle stage Black Iron in terms of cultivation and strength.

After falling into the Ruins Realm, relying on killing ferocious beasts and eradicating sectarian views, it took more than three hundred years of development to reach today's martial arts realm.

About the Silver Powerful Man.

The world knows very little about them, and the few records they have regard them as another species, a powerful inhuman existence.

Regardless of the inner or outer sect, the skill seems to have been cultivated to the late Black Iron stage, which is the limit.

Although everyone can theoretically break through the limit, it seems that no one has ever broken through to the silver level by relying on practicing skills.

In the meantime, what happened?

"clatter……"

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

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Now, he is still some distance away from Black Iron, and Baiyin is even more uncertain. No matter how much he thinks about it now, it is meaningless.

Walking to the dripping place, there is a simple millstone 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 clearly empty grasses.

Fifty-year-old grasshopper!

Woven clothes have the effect of making one's body lighter, but now they are so crudely piled up that nearly half of the grass stems are wasted. It is simply a waste of natural resources.

Zhou Jia would never think so.

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

The juice, on the other hand, is said to be able to cleanse the muscles and cut the marrow, making the body as light as a swallow. The juice of the Thousand-year-old Silkworm Grass can enable ordinary people to travel thousands of miles in a day.

Fifty years old does not have that great effect, but quality is not as good as quantity. The juice accumulated by hundreds of grasshoppers is worse than one.

The white grass stems turned out to be ink-colored due to the accumulated juice.

The ink-colored juice dripped all over the wine cup, like a viscous liquid, creating layers of ripples.

This wine cup weighs more than ten kilograms!

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

The juice was unbearably bitter, which made his stomach and intestines irritated, making his face distorted. It took him a long time to recover, and he vomited a thick breath.

"Well……"

I opened my eyes and moved my hands and feet, but nothing seemed to change.

"pity!"

With a sigh, Zhou Jia shook his head helplessly.

It seems that I am wishful thinking.

A few days later.

The medicine finally showed its effect.

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

With a slight jump, the wind will support you.

The increase was not large, not even half a percent, but for Zhou Jia, it was an unexpected surprise.

He has never been good at Qinggong. He had to travel dozens of miles to hunt down several young people, and practicing Qinggong was not cost-effective.

The sap of Tikkong grass is actually a convenient method.

In the next period of time, Zhou Jia increased the amount of Sikong grass and drank some juice every once in a while.

His body skills are also becoming more agile.

The shortcomings of insufficient Qinggong were gradually made up for.

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Xicheng Casino.

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

"director."

Wen Zhong's face was sweating profusely. He wiped it with a handkerchief from time to time and whispered:

"That's the person below. He has won six thousand Origin Stones since he entered the gambling house with one Origin Money. I'm afraid he will win more in the future."

"Um."

Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

Six thousand Origin Stones are not much for a gambling house. The key is confidence, and no one can bear it if there is no gain or loss.

"Luo Feng is not his opponent?"

On the gambling table, there were only two people betting against each other.

One of them is Luo Feng, who is in charge of the gambling house. However, he is no longer known as Thousand Hands. Instead, he is known as Iron Hand.

He had one of his arms chopped off and later spent a lot of money to have a metal arm fixed.

His strength has not decreased but increased, but he can't make too precise movements.

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

His opponent is a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a plain appearance, a three-inch beard, and triangular eyes that flash from time to time.

He was wearing a loose robe, but underneath he had a skinny figure.

"Wow..."

The noise sounded again.

Luo Feng, who was sitting across the gambling table, had a cold expression on his face. He stared at the opponent's cards and nodded stiffly:

"I lost!"

"If someone hadn't had his hand cut off, Deacon Luo might not have been defeated." Upstairs, Wen Zhong wiped his sweat and whispered:

"But now, he is no match for him."

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

"It's not clear yet." Wen Zhong said. Seeing Zhou Jia's eyes moving slightly, his heart jumped subconsciously and he said anxiously:

"However, he has appeared in Deacon Zou's private secret shop before. Since Deacon Zou's death, this person has disappeared and has only appeared now."

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

"Yeah." Zhou Jia nodded slowly:

"Sanniang hasn't come yet?"

"Two groups of people have already gone over to rush us." Wen Zhong's eyes were filled with anxiety:

"How about I ask someone to come over and take a look?"

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

"Look again."

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

"yes."

After thinking for a while, he said again:

"Director, why don't we wait a minute, we..."

He made a beheading gesture with fierce eyes.

If you work in their profession, how can your hands not be contaminated with human life? Broken arms and gouged eyes are common among those who don't know how to lift.

"Well……"

Zhou Jia looked thoughtful, then pointed at a few people in the crowd:

"Check their origins."

"Them?" Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses:

"Are they together?"

"Yes, my subordinate, go right away!"

Wen Zhong had a fat body, but his movements were not slow at all. Not long after, he ran up from downstairs at a trot, panting and saying:

"Supervisor, we found out that there is really someone behind Guishou."

"Oh!" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"tell me the story."

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

"Deacon Zou opened a gambling house behind our back, using the Qian family's territory. There should be a cooperative relationship between them."

"The supervisor took care of the person named Zou, and the secret shop was closed. It was renovated not long ago, and it is about to become official."

"This ghost hand is the person invited by the Qian family to watch the show!"

"snort!"

He snorted coldly:

“I’m afraid I’m going to establish my authority by coming here this time!”

"They are so brave to use us to establish their power!"

"Qian family." Zhou Jia was thoughtful.

"Director Zhou, are you looking for a concubine?" At this time, a sweet voice sounded, and before anyone arrived, a fragrant breeze was already blowing against my face.

The two looked back and saw a charming-looking woman walking up to the second floor.

The woman's skin is fair and beautiful, but her age is hard to tell. She wears a light yellow coat, a layer of tulle on the outside, and a long skirt that touches the floor, showing off her graceful figure.

He was looking at Zhou Jia with a charming smile, and his eyes seemed to be full of deep affection.

"Sanniang is here."

Zhou Jia's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his hand and pointed downward:

"I have a bad visitor here. I'll bother you to take action later. The price is easy to negotiate."

Although he has the characteristics of Ting Feng, he is not good at gambling. Even Ting Feng cannot use some gambling methods, so he can only hire foreign aid.

"Director Zhou was joking." Sanniang smiled sweetly:

"They are all from the Tianhu Gang. Although I am in the Dongcheng Gambling House, I am not an outsider. Since there is trouble here, there is no reason to ignore it."

"Huh!"

"It's him, Ghost Hand."

Seeing the gamblers below, her eyes changed slightly.

"Do you know him?" Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes.

"We've met a few times." Sanniang covered her mouth with her hands and smiled brightly:

"There are not many powerful gambling masters in the city. Even if we don't know each other, we have heard about them. This old guy has dealt with me."

"pity……"

Her beautiful eyes turned and her voice sounded regretful:

"If Luo Feng's hand was intact, it might not be as good as the ghost hand, but now it is not possible."

"I was about to trouble Sanniang." Zhou Jia handed over his hand:

"When this matter is settled, Zhou will come to thank you."

"You're welcome, Director Zhou." Sanniang's face straightened and she said:

"However, I am not sure of winning against this person. I hope the supervisor will know."

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Jia nodded:

"As long as you don't lose face."

"That's no problem." Sanniang's expression relaxed.