I conquer the immortal with my strength

The desert is endless.

The wind blew up the dust in the gravel, covering the bloody setting sun with only a little outline.

A few scattered short trees shook their dead branches in the wind and sand.

As the sky darkened, the desert became more desolate and bleak.

Licking his cracked lips, Xia Daoming looked at the abandoned village in front of him, which was standing alone in the desert like him, and decided to stay there for a night and get up early tomorrow morning to continue his journey.

The most uncomfortable thing about the desert during the day is the sun that is always hanging over your head and scorching your body, and the endless exposed sand and gravel that you can't see the end of.

It makes people feel desperate involuntarily.

But it is relatively safe.

The desert at night is not only biting cold, but also hides many unknown dangers.

There are wolves running around looking for prey, rattlesnakes, scorpions, and eight-clawed sand spiders that suddenly emerge from the ground...

Most of the houses in this nameless village in the desert have collapsed, leaving only ruins.

In the center of the village, there is a dilapidated old well, but unfortunately the water in the well has dried up.

There is no sign of life around, only yellow sand, withered grass and trees, and white bones half exposed in the yellow sand.

The sound of the wind echoes in the empty deserted village.

Desolate.

Dead silence.

"Bang!"

Xia Daoming gently pushed the dilapidated wooden door, and the wooden door fell down with a bang, raising thick dust.

What came into view was a skeleton lying on the table.

There was also a skeleton that looked like a child on the ground.

Xia Daoming glanced at it and quickly left the dilapidated house.

After searching the village and confirming that there was no danger, Xia Daoming chose a place to spend the night.

A house with a broken roof and four broken walls.

Xia Daoming roughly cleaned up the house, sprinkled some insect and snake repellent powder around the house, and then went out to sprinkle some thorns outside the house, and pulled a few ice silk threads, one end of which was tied to his finger.

After all this was done, Xia Daoming sat down and took out an ancient wooden box from his arms.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, a fresh fragrance immediately filled his nose.

In the wooden box was a piece of something that was five inches long and one inch thick, dark purple, with dragon scale-like patterns on it, shaped like ginseng, and clearly had signs of being bitten.

Xia Daoming took the thing out and took two big bites like biting a carrot.

The dark purple thing actually had a white pulp-like juice flowing out, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Xia Daoming licked the juice from the bite, put the thing back into the wooden box, and kept it close to his body.

Then, Xia Daoming sat cross-legged and practiced the "Dragon Snake Art".

After a long time, in the dark night, Xia Daoming slowly opened his eyes.

A very simple interface emerged in his mind.

Xia Daoming—

Cultivation: Fourth-grade martial artist

Level 1 meridian strengthening progress: zero percent.

"Finally broke through to become a fourth-grade martial artist!"

Xia Daoming's eyes revealed a touch of surprise.

An accident a year ago caused Xia Daoming to travel to the young body of the same name and surname, and become a second-grade martial artist in the Dragon Snake Martial Arts School in Black Stone City.

People have twelve meridians, which connect to the internal organs.

The grades of martial artists correspond to the twelve meridians, and are divided into twelve grades.

A martial artist who can run his strength in one meridian is a first-grade martial artist. A martial artist who can run his strength in two meridians after breaking through the meridian barrier is a second-grade martial artist, and so on, all the way to the twelfth grade.

At that time, he not only had some memories of the original owner of this body in his mind, but also a simple system interface.

The function of the system is as simple as its interface.

Strengthen the toughness and capacity of the meridians.

At each level of a martial artist, as long as there is enough food to nourish and strengthen the blood, the system can continuously strengthen the meridians, up to the ninth level.

This also means that, theoretically, in the same realm, Xia Daoming's strength is nine times that of the opponent.

In surprise, Xia Daoming suddenly felt a warning sign.

He suddenly stood up and moved behind the door quietly like a cat.

Through the crack in the door, Xia Daoming saw six people and a wolf mastiff running towards the house where he was in the moonlight.

As they ran, the formation spread out, and they formed an arc-shaped encirclement of the house.

The fur of the wolf mastiff glowed with a little blood-colored light in the moonlight.

"The blood wolf mastiff is really worthy of its reputation. I have been running for twelve days, but I still can't escape its pursuit!" Xia Daoming's eyes shrank slightly, and murderous intent flashed.

The blood wolf mastiff is not only better at tracking than wolfhounds, but also extremely ferocious and aggressive.

The combat power of an adult blood wolf mastiff is comparable to that of a second-grade martial artist.

"Xia Daoming, come out, we know you are in there." The six people and the mastiff stopped about three or four feet away from the house, and one of the one-eyed men with pockmarks on his face raised his voice.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Before the man's voice fell, the blood wolf mastiff had already revealed its sharp fangs and roared at the house.

"Since the blood wolf guards and blood wolf mastiffs are here, why is the Wei hall master still hiding? Are you worried that I will kill you?" Xia Daoming said loudly.

The Blood Wolf Hall is one of the gang forces in Black Stone City.

The hall master Wei Mao is a fourth-grade martial artist, with six blood wolf guards around him. The top three blood wolf guards are third-grade martial artists, and the last three blood wolf guards are second-grade martial artists.

Black Stone City is a small city in the north of Mangzhou, Daliang State.

A month ago, Qiu Zhiheng, the owner of the Dragon Snake Martial Arts Hall, who is also Xia Daoming's master, accidentally got a hundred-year-old dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng in Black Dragon Mountain outside the city.

The century-old dragon-marked purple blood ginseng is a great tonic for warriors. It can not only increase one's skill, but also has the effect of breaking through realms.

However, the centuries-old dragon-marked purple blood ginseng is very powerful. Although Qiu Zhiheng is a fourth-grade martial artist, he is already in his sixties and his organs are declining year by year. Given this great opportunity, he does not dare to take large amounts. He only dares to cut a small piece and take it every day.

Even so, Qiu Zhiheng, who is in his sixtieth year, has begun to see improvement in his declining organs. If he really takes all the hundred-year-old dragon-marked purple blood ginseng, he may be able to turn around and become a fifth-grade martial artist in his sixtieth year. Chance.

However, Qiu Zhiheng was extremely happy and sad because this secret was inadvertently known to Wei Mao, the leader of the Blood Wolf Hall.

Twelve days ago, on a windy and dark night, Wei Mao, his younger brother Wei Chan and his son Wei Mo, who were both fourth-level martial arts masters, and many masters attacked the Dragon Snake Martial Arts Hall at night.

After all, Qiu Zhiheng was nearly sixty years old and had not fought with anyone for many years. He was besieged by three martial arts masters of the same level and many masters. He soon lost his battle and was killed by Wei Chan, the deputy leader of the Blood Wolf Hall, and was taken away from him. Dragon pattern purple blood ginseng.

However, Wei Chan was also seriously injured by Qiu Zhiheng's deadly counterattack.

Xia Daoming took the opportunity to attack and kill the seriously injured Wei Chan, took away the dragon-marked purple blood ginseng and escaped from Black Rock City.

Wei Mao saw something and saw his hand, but he didn't expect that a second-grade martial artist suddenly appeared and not only attacked and killed his younger brother, but also took away the dragon-marked purple blood ginseng.

Wei Mao was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods almost went berserk. He left his son Wei Mo to take charge of the Blood Wolf Hall in Black Rock City, while he led six Blood Wolf Guards and a Blood Wolf Mastiff to pursue Xia Daoming.

If Xia Daoming was just an ordinary second-grade martial artist, he would have been caught up and killed early.

But he is a time traveler close to the system. Although he is only a second-grade martial artist, his meridians have been strengthened to the sixth level. One person can fight seven or eight second-grade martial artists without any problem.

Under normal circumstances, a third-grade martial artist can only fight three second-grade martial artists.

Not only that, because of the system, his ability to withstand and transform medicinal power is much stronger than Qiu Zhiheng's.

And as the meridians strengthen, the ability to withstand and transform the power of medicine becomes stronger.

Along the way to escape, Xia Daoming looked for opportunities to eat dragon-marked purple blood ginseng.

As a result, just twelve days later, not only was Xia Daoming not caught, but he also used the power of dragon-marked purple blood ginseng to first complete nine meridians strengthening of the second-level realm, and then break through to the third-level martial arts master, and then many times While escaping, strengthen the meridians.

Tonight, he found another opportunity. Not only did he completely complete the nine meridians strengthening of the third-grade martial arts master, but he also took advantage of the momentum to break through to the fourth-grade martial arts realm.

Although he has just broken through to the fourth-grade martial arts realm, he has nine meridians strengthened by the third-grade realm. In fact, in terms of strength alone, Xia Daoming's current strength is already more than ten times that of a third-grade martial artist.

The strength of an ordinary fourth-grade martial artist is generally about three times that of a third-grade martial artist.

The realm is the same as Wei Mao, and the total strength far exceeds him. Xia Daoming no longer chooses to escape this time, but to stay.

"You dare to attack and kill my brother, the tiger's mouth, and seize the food from the tiger's mouth. You are indeed very brave." A man was wearing a bloody suit, with a slender figure, high cheekbones, sharp eyes, a nose hook like an eagle, and a few strands of goat under his chin. Hu, a man who was past his prime, walked out from behind a broken wall.

This man is Wei Mao, the leader of the Blood Wolf Hall!

"Wei Mao, you are a ruthless and unjust scumbag. You are in vain for your master to treat you as a friend. You actually slaughtered the Dragon Snake Martial Arts Hall for a dragon-marked purple blood ginseng!"

When Xia Daoming saw Wei Mao coming out of the darkness, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, but he did not open the door and continued talking in the room.

"Boy, what if my hall master bloodbathed the Dragon Snake Martial Arts Hall? In these troubled times, the jungle is the law of the jungle. The only blame is Qiu Zhiheng for not having the ability to enjoy the dragon-marked purple blood ginseng." Wei Mao sneered.

"Do you think you have the ability to enjoy it?" Xia Daoming said sarcastically.

"What do you mean by this?" Wei Mao's face changed slightly.

"I'm holding the dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng in my hand right now. If you said I'd rather be broken than broken, that would be..." Xia Daoming sneered.

"How dare you, boy!"

Before Wei Mao could finish Xia Daoming's words, his expression changed drastically. He slammed his feet on the ground, leapt a few times, and had already passed the six blood wolf guards. "Boom!" He directly knocked open the old wooden door with a "Boom!"

Sawdust was flying everywhere and dust was flying all over the house.

"Old guy, you were fooled!"

In the flying dust, Xia Daoming was in mid-air, with his right leg swinging its tail like an iron whip, and swiping hard at Wei Mao's head.

Wei Mao originally thought that what he saw when he knocked in the door was Xia Daoming desperately devouring or destroying Dragon-marked Purple Blood Ginseng. However, he didn't expect such a sharp kick. He was shocked and hurriedly raised his arms to block it!

"Bang!"

A powerful force swept across Wei Mao's arm, causing him to hit the wall next to him.

The earthen walls shook, and rotten wood and dust fell from the dilapidated roof onto Wei Mao.

Wei Mao didn't care about this, but looked at the fist that had appeared on his chest in horror.

The five fingers of this fist are half curled inwards, the palm is empty, the knuckles are pressed together, and the last phalanx is at an angle with the back of the fist, like a snake's head.

"Bang!"

The snake head fist hit Wei Mao hard on the chest.

Wei Mao's chest sank instantly.

The wall behind was hit by a huge force, and with a "boom", a big hole appeared, and earth and rocks flew everywhere.

Another punch followed closely.

Wei Mao flew out of the hole in the wall like a kite with its string broken.

When he landed, he seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking.

"How is that possible!" As he was flying down, Wei Mao's eyes bulged out and he stared at Xia Daoming, with blood constantly coming out of his mouth.

He couldn't believe that a second-grade martial artist from a martial arts school who was like a lost dog twelve days ago suddenly became so powerful!

"Hall Master!"

The six Blood Wolf Guards outside the house were about to rush into the house. When they saw Wei Mao break through the wall and fall to the ground, their eyes widened and a chill came from their backs.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly flew out of the dusty house like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness.