Immortal Martial Arts: Collect and strengthen, I will become a land immortal

(The force level of this book is Gao Wu and Xian Wu, and the world view is similar to that of martial arts, imperial court, and rivers and lakes.)

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Dazhou, the capital.

Zhen Wusi's black prison is notorious, it is the Yan King Hall that people in the rivers and lakes are afraid of, and I don't know how many gangsters are locked up in it.

Even the street in front of the black prison is not popular, there is not a single ghost shadow in the broad daylight, and everyone comes to the intersection and walks around.

Only on the steps at the entrance of the black prison, there was a handsome-looking, thin teenager sitting, with unfocused pupils staring at the ants on the ground fighting.

If you get closer, you can hear his whispering.

"Why did I cross over, the name is still Yang Cang, just a little black jailer

..." "Still an orphan, oh, I can't count it like that, there is a widowed sister-in-law..."

Yang

Cang saw that the ants on the ground fought and divided the victory and defeat, but he still couldn't accept the fact of crossing.

As the most prestigious young entrepreneur in the 21st century, his family is rich and surrounded by beautiful women, and he has not lived enough!

As a result, he crossed into such a feudal dynasty without high technology and relied entirely on force to speak, and became the lowest jailer!

This sense of gap, don't mention it!

"Alas-"

After a long time, Yang Cang let out a long sigh, remembering that it would be his turn to hand over the shift soon, clapped his hands, and wanted to get up from the steps.

Who expected that after sitting for a long time, his legs were numb, and Yang Cang lost his balance before he could stand up straight, and fell to the side one by one.

"Wow!"

Yang Cang cursed angrily, thinking that he was about to fall, when suddenly a slender and strong arm supported him.

"Shiro, be careful!"

Yang Cang ranked fourth in the family, so everyone close to him called him Shiro.

Yang Cang turned his head and saw that there was a girl's face that was pleasant and joyful, with fair skin and exquisite facial features.

But there is no feudal era girl delicate, but a righteous face, heroic and sassy, black and red public uniform, tall as a gun.

"Head!"

Yang Cang quickly stood up with her hand, and was about to speak, but his expression was stunned.

Because a mechanical sound sounded next to his ears.

[The host contacts the warrior, and the collection enhancement system is activated! ] 】

【You touched the outer refining realm martial artist 'Qin Muge', and collected the Yellow Order Upper Grade Exercise 'One Qi Qing Sutra'! ] 】

【Strengthened into the Xuanjian Middle Grade Exercise 'Taishang Qing Jing Sutra'! ] 】

【You touched the outer refining realm martial artist 'Qin Muge', and collected 'three years of true qi cultivation'! ] 】

【Strengthened to 'Ten Years of True Qi Cultivation'! ] With

the prompt, Yang Cang's head was empowered, and soon there was an additional exercise, which was extremely profound.

The dantian also appeared out of nothing, filled with mellow true qi, circulating hundreds of veins, increasing strength, and physique also underwent metamorphosis.

The martial artist's practice is divided into: Bu Liu, Outer Refining Realm, Inner Refining Realm, Divine Refining Realm, Yuanfu Realm, and Heavenly Palace Realm.

In a moment, he became a powerhouse in the inner refining realm, and he could also be called a second-rate master in the rivers and lakes, which could be called a mainstay.

Yang Cang was stunned in place, obviously at a loss for this sudden change.

Qin Muge noticed his strange appearance and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Shiro!

Yang Cang came back to his senses and shook his head: "I drank too much last night, my head still hurts a little, it's okay."

Qin Muge glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't say much, just told him to drink less, and then led him into the black prison.

Today, it is Qin Muge's turn to patrol the first floor, there is no other task, anyway, walk two laps to see, and guard it if there is no situation.

The black hell is divided into five layers in total, which are divided according to cultivation, and the first layer has the largest number of people, all of whom are people from the outer refining realm.

And the deeper down, the stronger the cultivation of the people imprisoned, and it is said that there are even martial arts grandmasters in the fifth layer.

Yang Cang naturally did not have the authority to go below, and followed behind Qin Muge with a few jailers, circling around the first layer.

Finding that there was no problem, several people came to the public house at the door to guard, Qin Muge meditated in the innermost part, and the others took turns to watch.

Yang Cang had been catching up on sleep all afternoon, and after dinner, it was time for him to go up, so he brought a bench and sat at the door.

He was thin but very tall, and he was heroic, holding a long knife in his arms, and even the gatekeeper looked majestic.

"How handsome!"

Qin Muge peeked like a fool, found that no one around him, and looked at it a few more times before straightening his expression and continuing to meditate.

Yang Cang leaned his back against the wall, seemingly guarding the door, but in fact, his attention had already run to the system and began to check the function of the system.

To put it simply, he could collect cultivation-related attributes, exercises, combat techniques, cultivation, bloodlines, and so on from the warriors he touched.

Moreover, the attributes collected are not directly given to him, but can also be enhanced to get better quality things.

Very nice!

The only two restrictions are that it can only be collected from warriors, ordinary people cannot, and each warrior can only collect once.

Of course, how much you collect at one time depends on luck.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Cang opened the system's properties panel.

[Host: Yang Cang

] [Cultivation: Early stage of the inner refining realm

] [Exercises: Taishang Qing Jing Jingjing

] [Combat skills: military battle fists, basic knife techniques]

The page is very simple, except for the things collected by the system, there are only two simple fist and foot kung fu.

These are the standard equipment of black jailers, which can only be regarded as crop handles, and they are not in the flow in the rivers and lakes.

Yang Cang also did not think that he could rely on them to eat, and now that he has the system in hand, the future is limitless.

At this moment, he was disturbed by a noise, and when he came back to his senses, he found that it was a cell deep on the first floor.

"I'll take a look!"

He greeted his teammates on duty, then walked over with a knife and found a group of prisoners making noise.

To be precise, a group of prisoners is bullying a young prisoner and letting him get through the crotch of a prison bully, and everyone around him is coaxing.

"Hurry up and drill, we won't beat you when we get through!"

"Or you'll just wait!"

"I can't kill you in the black hell, I have to destroy you!"

Everyone was booing, and the young man really obediently lay on the ground, and then crawled towards the crotch of the prison bully.

"Huh-"

Yang Cang raised his eyebrows, and he found that although this person was asked to drill the crotch of his pants, his face was calm and calm, without the slightest embarrassment and shame that he deserved.

As soon as his head passed between the prison bully's legs, he was severely clamped by the prison bully with his knees around his neck.

You can't go in front, you can't retreat in the back.

"Hahaha-" The

surrounding melon-eating crowd laughed even more wildly.

The young man's face was squeezed red, and he even felt suffocated.

Just when he had nothing to do, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a thin figure kicking in the door.

Yang Cang looked at the prisoners coldly: "It's noisy in the black prison, it gives you face, doesn't it?" Well?

"In the black hell, you still laugh? It seems that Lao Tzu did not serve you well? Do you want another big set? The

indifferent voice made everyone look at each other.

Even if they are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes, they all retreated to the side in silence at this time, not daring to say more.

Even the prison bully quickly let go of the young man, not daring to let go of a fart.

But the reckless man sitting on the chase bunk stood up at this time, more than nine feet tall, covered in tendon meat.

"Yo, newcomer!"

"We dare to take care of room thirteen? You still want to give me a big set, you go and ask your head, dare to call me 'Blood Tiger' Bing Zhenshan? "

'Blood Tiger' Bing Zhenshan!

This person is a well-known bully on the outskirts of Beijing, colluding with corrupt officials, bullying the people, and is very strong in external kung fu, comparable to an inner refining realm martial artist.

Even if he is locked up in a black prison, his reputation on the first floor is not small, especially among the prisoners, he can be called the leader.

Therefore, the cell boss on the first floor will also give some face, which is convenient for management, and he is not even put on handcuffs and leg irons.

As a result, this guy really thinks he has the ability?

"Oh, Blood Tiger!"

"I've heard of your name, when you beat and vomited blood and crawled in, it was Lao Tzu who went to help you wash the ground!"

"It seems that today we have to wash the floor again!"

Yang Cang mocked unceremoniously.

"Find death!"

When Bing Zhenshan heard him reveal, he was furious, and with a loud roar, he smashed a punch towards Yang Cang, and the sound of breaking the air came out.

All the prisoners mourned for Yang Cang in their hearts.

They all knew that the prisoners of the first layer were all Outer Refining Realm martial artists, but most of the jailers were non-elite martial artists.

In addition to the cell leader is the outer refining realm, ordinary jailers can only do a little fist and foot skill.

Bing Zhenshan's strength is comparable to that of an inner refining realm martial artist, even if this punch is the head of the cell here, he has to avoid it, Yang Cang is not dead?

But, the next moment -

boom!

With an even stronger sound of breaking the air, Bing Zhenshan's huge body flew out at a faster speed than rushing up.

Hitting the wall hard, half of the wall was smashed, a human-shaped hole appeared, and Bing Zhenshan flew directly to the next cell.

In place, Yang Cang still maintained the posture of his feet.