I have a knife, I can kill monsters when I take it out of its sheath

Ji Chen felt that what he did tonight might have been known to Mr. Fang, so he found this temporary job for himself.

He was very curious about how powerful Mr. Fang was. Judging from the fact that he appeared silently behind him just now, his ability was definitely far beyond his own.

"Sir, can I ask you, what is your level?"

After all, Ji Chen couldn't hold back and asked the doubts in his heart.

Mr. Fang glanced at him, then stretched out his hand and pointed to an open space in front of him.

"This place is Huangku Temple."

A sudden change occurred, and the space where Mr. Xiang pointed at began to distort, and the outline of Huangku Temple appeared in the twisted space.

The rows of magnificent grottoes were gleaming with golden light, and the faint sound of thousands of Buddhas singing in meditation could be heard.

"Donor Fang!"

A gentle voice came from inside the temple.

Mr. Fang took one step forward and stepped into the twisted space.

His behavior directly caused Ji Chen to stay on the spot!

His whole body was numb!

What did I see?

Follow your words!

What level of boss is this?

Ji Chen thought that Mr. Fang would be very strong, but he didn't expect that he would be so strong, so strong without any logic.

I wiped my butt directly with the window screen and missed him.

He remembered the magnificent world that Mr. Fang once described to him, where there was a great scholar who waved his hand to suppress demons at the snap of his fingers.

Mr. Fang should be this kind of person!

It turned out that he was not bragging, he said that he could turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain.

After a moment, the space in front of him was distorted again, and Mr. Fang stepped out of it.

He holds a book in his hand.

"I borrowed a book from the abbot of Huangku Temple for you."

Ji Chen took the book with both hands.

The book is very thin, and the cover says "Eight Steps to Kick to the Sky".

"This is a Buddhist magical book. Remember to return the book to him after reading it."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang!"

Ji Chen sincerely thanked him. The name of this magical power was related to body skills. What he lacked most now was body skills.

"You must study hard. Confucianism and Taoism are no worse than any other."

Mr. Fang said something and walked towards his room.

Perhaps Ji Chen has not been interested in Confucianism and Taoism all along, so Mr. Fang showed his skills tonight. Confucianism and Taoism are not weaker than any other.

"Remember sir's teachings!"

If Ji Chen was not that interested in Confucianism and Taoism before, now he finally knows that Confucianism and Taoism are really powerful and can travel through space with just one sentence.

He finally understood why Mr. Fang, driving a carriage and pulling a cart of books, was able to arrive in this deserted border town unharmed.

With this kind of strength, no demon dares to provoke him without opening his eyes. The longevity star hangs his neck because he thinks his life is too long.

Ji Chen returned to the house, opened the door and kicked the air in eight steps.

The paper is golden and made of gold foil.

"Why do these people like to use gold foil to record their exercises?"

The book is full of pictures and texts, but Ji Chen is still a little awkward to understand.

This didn't bother Ji Chen. He described all the pictures and text above twice with his mind, and then he memorized the entire book.

Just like the Yanyang Sword Technique, when Ji Chen wrote down the contents of the book, it was directly imprinted on the attributes, and he also completely understood the core of the entire technique.

This is a magical power that integrates body skills, steps, light skills, and attack methods. Its power gradually increases with one's own cultivation. After reaching the peak of cultivation, you can travel all over the world within eight steps.

This was a huge favor, Ji Chen was speechless.

Not only did I owe Mr. Fang a favor, I also owed a favor to the abbot of Huangku Temple.

Mr. Fang didn't say much anymore. He already regarded Ji Chen as his disciple, and Ji Chen also respected him as his teacher. He would have plenty of time to repay him slowly in the future.

But the favor of the host of Huangku Temple must be returned by himself.

Mr. Fang said before that after reading the book, remember to return the book to the host. In other words, you have to return the favor yourself.

Ji Chen sandwiched the piece of paper with the Yanyang Sword Technique in the book, put the book away, and then prepared to practice.

The attributes show that Dragon Subduing Heart Technique, Yanyang Sword Technique, and Eight Steps Kick in the Air can all be improved.

But there are only more than 7,000 killing points, and it is estimated that only one skill can be improved.

In the end, Ji Chen resisted the urge to improve the Yanyang Sword and Eight Steps Kick, and chose the Dragon Subduing Heart Technique.

Improve your strength first, then slow down your sword skills and magical powers. After all, your own strength is everything.

As the five thousand killing points were consumed, the surrounding spiritual energy began to converge towards Ji Chen, and his body was tempered again.

The fifth time I built the foundation, I became familiar with the process.

The true energy in the body is growing, like a swimming dragon shuttling through the meridians, galloping and roaring.

Subduing the dragon, Ji Chen gradually understood the meaning of these two words. It was not just the blood that subdued, but also all thoughts and fears.

Ji Chen had some doubts about the origin of this technique. The identity of the cheap dad should be more than just Xiaoqi of the Demon Suppression Department!

How could a small flag get engaged to the daughter of a minister?

After a long time, when Ji Chen opened his eyes again, golden light flashed in his eyes.

Lifespan: 100

Strength: Foundation building

Kung Fu: Dragon Subduing Heart Technique-Fifth Level

Supernatural power: Eight-step kicking in the air - not yet started

Sword Technique: Yanyang Sword Technique-First Level

Sword Technique: Cloaked Sword Technique - Grandmaster

Kills: 2890

Reputation: 400

The life span has increased again, reaching one hundred years, and the reputation has also increased to 400. The battle on Da Nan Street last night was seen by many people. These reputation points are probably from them.

There are still 2,890 killing points left, and neither the Yanyang Sword Technique nor the eight-step kicking can improve it.

There is no need to improve for the time being. The first style of Yanyang Sword Technique is enough as a trump card for now.

I glanced out the window and saw that it was still early. Ji Chen then began to count the things packed from the Black Hawk Gang.

There are twenty thousand taels in silver notes and dozens of gold ornaments in total.

Daxia's currency exchange ratio is one thousand copper coins, which is equal to one tael of silver, and ten taels of silver is equal to one tael of gold.

So Ji Chen can be considered a small rich man now, his wealth has reached more than 27,000 taels of silver.

If placed in a peaceful world, it would be enough to live a lifetime of adequate food and clothing.

Keep your banknotes and gold jewelry. All that's left are the few secret books of exercises and some bottles of elixirs.

Ji Chen took a look at the exercises. Two of them were horizontal exercises, one was about spear techniques, and one was about sword techniques.

After flipping through it casually a few times, I threw these books aside.

The technique was indeed good, but it was of no use to him.

The bottles contained various kinds of elixirs, some white and some gray. Ji Chen carefully identified them and found to his surprise.

I don’t recognize any of them!

I don’t dare to eat it. Who knows if it’s poisonous or not? I’ll just wait until the time comes and ask a professional to identify it.

After packing up the things, the sky was already turning white.

After a sleepless night, Ji Chen was not tired at all, but in high spirits.

I came to the well in the courtyard, fetched a bucket of water, washed myself, and when it got dark, I went out with my knife, preparing to report to the Yamen.

This was a job that Mr. Fang had arranged for him to deal with the upcoming series of troubles.

There are only a few pedestrians on the street, except for some businessmen who have left the city early, and some traders who make a living by buying breakfast.

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