Pope System of Rebirth

Qin Xiaocang's words of instruction in the past few days were ringing in his ears from time to time. While thinking about the strategy, he kept dealing with the wild wolf. He tried to bypass the sharp front claws and fangs of the wild wolf and cut off its weak waist.

, but the wild wolf moved quickly and failed every time.

"bite!"

The sharp wolf claws exuding a faint cold light struck hard on the Soul Crying Sword. Fortunately, the sword was tough enough, so there was no need to worry about breaking it.

At this moment, Qin Lang could only rely on the sword in his hand to deal with him. He was too inexperienced and had no strength to use it, and he had no skills at all.

"Don't panic, combine sword skills with footwork." Qin Xiaocang's voice came.

Qin Lang's heart moved, and he seemed to have some realization.

"This time we must go around to its side and give it a fatal blow."

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly used a set of sword skills that he was familiar with in the past to block the wolf's claws. Then, he stepped on his feet and used the only set of footwork "Seven Star Steps".

With his feet on the seven stars and his sword dancing in the sky, this time he managed to get around to the side of the wild wolf.

"break!"

Qin Lang shouted loudly and swung his sword with all his strength to slash the wild wolf on the waist. He only heard a wailing sound and a long and narrow wound was cut on the waist, and bright red blood spattered out.

This blow severely injured the wild wolf. Qin Lang hurriedly swung his sword again and struck the wound again, but completely cut it off.

The wild wolf split into two halves and fell to the ground, completely dying.

This was the first time that Qin Lang successfully killed a beast alone. Although the wolf's blood was splashed on his body, he didn't care at all and felt the scenes of this fight with his heart.

Qin Xiaocang, who was not far away, had a smile on his face and said in his heart: "Feng'er is progressing faster than I expected. It seems that we can plan ahead."

After another three days, Qin Lang finally mastered the skills. He was no longer in a very awkward situation in the first few days, and Qin Xiaocang often needed to take action. Now, as long as he does not encounter a particularly fierce and powerful beast, he can deal with it and then kill it.

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Of course, this is only when facing one wild beast. Some wild beasts live in groups. They often appear in groups of several or dozens. If Qin Lang encounters one, he will have no choice but to run for his life.

Time flies, and half a year has passed. Qin Lang is already fourteen years old. He has reached the peak of swordsmanship. He is one step away from becoming the swordsman.

In the past six months, he had to go into the depths of the forest every day to fight with wild beasts and accumulate combat experience. In the first month, Qin Xiaocang either followed directly or protected him in the dark, but as Qin Lang gradually mastered the fighting

After his skills and strength improved by leaps and bounds, he relaxed and stopped following.

As a result, in the next few months, Qin Lang always traveled alone in the forest, and the wild animals in the forest gradually became rarer.

Now, no matter what kind of beast he encounters, he can deal with it calmly and kill it. When he encounters a group of beasts, he has the strength to fight. Even if he is defeated, he can escape and leave calmly.

In the evening, Qin Lang stood opposite Qin Xiaocang in his room.

"Feng'er, you have made great progress in the past six months. You won't have to go to the forest in the future."

"Yes." Qin Lang responded calmly without any expression on his face, without asking anything.

Nowadays, he has experienced fighting with wild beasts and has become more calm and calm, and he has become more and more indifferent to the things around him. If it were not for his small size and a hint of childishness on his face, ordinary people would never regard him as

Think of yourself as a teenager.

"Follow me to the north of the city tomorrow and I will arrange an assessment for you. After you pass it, your third uncle will teach you how to practice sword energy."

"Yes." Qin Lang nodded slightly and exited the room.

Qin Xiaocang silently looked at Qin Lang's back with a strange light in his eyes.

There was no talking all night, and in the early morning, Qin Lang was doing his daily morning exercise in an open space in the mansion.

After completing this, he found Qin Xiaocang, and under the leadership of the latter, he left the Qin Mansion and headed straight to the north of the city.

"Feng'er, do you know about mercenaries?" Qin Xiaocang asked while walking on the road.

"I don't know."

"The so-called mercenaries are monks who are hired by others to complete their tasks. This is a very common profession on the mainland. Of course, the best among them are quite respected. And if you want to become a mercenary, you must at least have

The strength of an intermediate swordsman is because the tasks he takes are often difficult for ordinary people to complete or are full of danger and are unwilling to do." Qin Xiaocang briefly introduced the mercenaries.

Qin Lang's heart moved, and he probably guessed what Qin Xiaocang meant. "Is Third Uncle going to take me to become a mercenary? It seems that the assessment should also be related to this mercenary."

After that, Qin Xiaocang told him a little bit about mercenaries, and not long after, the two of them arrived in the north of the city.

From a distance, you can see a towering tower there. The tower is five stories high, and there are pieces of flame totems carved on the tower, which is extremely dazzling.

On the Tianling Continent, most buildings are no more than three stories high, and five-story spires are rare.

"Feng'er, that's the branch tower of the mercenary union in this city. The owner of the tower is a fire spirit king." Qin Xiaocang pointed to the tower and said.

Mercenaries are not an unorganized profession. Instead, they have an extremely strict system. There is a unified organization called the mercenary union. However, this strictness is only based on the hierarchical system, and it does not affect the personal freedom of the mercenaries.

Intervention only requires that when the union encounters a crisis, it must help within its capabilities.

Mercenaries are divided into ten levels. The lowest level is called a starless mercenary, which is an ordinary mercenary. Later, it is divided into one star to nine stars. Each more star proves that his strength and status are stronger.

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The mercenary union's power is spread across the continent, with its headquarters located in the Central Empire, and a branch tower will be established everywhere else as a place for mercenaries to register, upgrade and hand over tasks.

Almost every larger city has a branch, and the branch president is the tower owner and the supreme person there.

After a while, the two of them arrived in front of the tower. People were coming and going at the door, and it was quite lively.

There was no receptionist here, only two guards stood there to maintain order.

Qin Xiaocang led Qin Lang straight in. The two guards just glanced at Qin Lang with strange eyes, but did not stop him or say anything.

Although Qin Lang is rarely interested in the things around him now, he still has a trace of curiosity about the mercenary union. He followed him and looked around as soon as he entered the spire.

I saw that the first floor was extremely wide. There were hundreds of people gathered at the moment, but it was not crowded. There were several windows right in front of the door. Many people were queuing there.

"Feng'er, wait for me here. Third uncle will come as soon as he goes." Qin Xiaocang left these words as he entered the hall and hurriedly left, going straight to the second floor. No one noticed him.

Qin Lang found a deserted corner and stood there waiting.

Most of the people here are middle-aged. There are very few old people, and there are also very few women, except for Qin Lang. The youngest is in his twenties.

In this way, Qin Lang seemed a bit special. Although he was in the corner, he still attracted the attention of many people.

"Haha, where did this little baby come from? Is he also here to be a mercenary?"

"I'm afraid this baby has just been weaned, and I don't know who brought it. It's really interesting."

"Hey, a young boy came to the mercenary union branch tower."

Everyone was talking a lot and criticizing Qin Lang.

"Huh? This little kid looks familiar."

"Having said that, I feel a bit familiar. It seems like... Oh, by the way, isn't this the young master of the Qin family?"

"The Qin family? The Qin family, one of the three major families in this city after the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Yes, that's him. The Qin family is a big spiritual family with many strong men, but this young master of the Qin family is a loser. It is said that he is naturally resistant to elements and will never be a spiritual leader for life."

"Hey, I heard about it too. I didn't expect him to come here. Does he want to become a mercenary as a spiritual master?"

"Perhaps, if he is stuck at the peak of a spiritual master all his life, he will always be the lowest-level starless mercenary. Huh, it seems like he is really a waste."

"Hey, he has a sword in his hand."

"Hey, the spiritual master is holding a sword. It looks nondescript. It seems that not only is he useless, but he also has some brain problems."

"Haha, maybe he knew that he couldn't achieve Lingkui, so he changed to swordsmanship."

"That sword looks like a treasure. As expected of the Qin family, even a loser can own such a precious sword."

"Hmph, it's a pity that the treasure fell into the hands of trash and turned into dust."

Those few commentators all exuded a strong aura, and the weakest ones were all the first-level Heavenly Sword Leaders. Standing there, they looked superior to others, with a hint of arrogance. And for a young man like Qin Lang, they were even more worried.

The young man with the reputation of being a loser completely ignored him, made critical remarks, and made ruthless mistakes.

Originally, as Qin Lang was a direct descendant of the Qin family, no one dared to make a mistake. But after he was judged to be a hopeless spiritual leader and was regarded as a waste, his status plummeted and he was even almost kicked out of the Qin family. Therefore, these people dared to

In this way, there is no worry about offending the Qin family.

There were many sword masters and spiritual masters around, but they didn't have much to say about Qin Lang. They were all busy with their own affairs.

Qin Lang had long been accustomed to other people's comments and ridicule, so he automatically blocked those people's words, closed his eyes, hugged the Soul Crying Sword, leaned against the wall, and stood there quietly.

But he can ignore others, but there is always that kind of person who is arrogant and likes to cause trouble.

I saw a big man nearly two meters tall and full of explosive muscles walking towards Qin Lang. His upper body was bare, his muscles were like a horned dragon, and he had a wide heavy sword slung across his back. The whole man looked like a small mountain.

, walking towards me, there was a sense of oppression.

"Hey, little kid, this sword in your hand is pretty good. Let me show it to you." The big man said with a ferocious smile, and reached out to grab the Soul Crying Sword in Qin Lang's hand.

If it is just being discussed, Qin Lang can ignore it, but if it is directly provoked, he will not tolerate it, not to mention that after half a year of fighting with wild beasts, he will not let others slaughter him.

Qin Lang suddenly opened his eyes, and instantly drew out the Soul Crying Sword, pointing the sword's edge directly at the big man, staring at him with a cold expression.

"Jiejie, little kid, the sword is a dangerous thing. You can't play with it carelessly. It's better to give it to me!" The big man said, turning his body to one side and grabbing Qin Lang's wrist with his fingers.

This is not just a simple grab. The grab contains an astonishing momentum and pressure, as if facing a huge mountain.

And at this moment, Qin Lang felt a strong wind coming, and a strong force rushed to his wrist, making it difficult to move. Looking at the grip, if it was carried out, his wrist would be broken immediately.

Unexpectedly, this big man did have some strength. He took the lead as soon as he made a move, and suppressed Qin Lang with his powerful skills and momentum.

When everyone around saw this move, all eyes immediately focused on it. However, those who maintained order here also watched with interest and did not immediately stop it.

In the crowd, someone recognized the big man and the tricks he used.

"Hey, isn't this the tyrannical tiger from the east of the city, Ma Lulong?"

"This Ma Lulong is not weak in strength. It is said that he has reached the level of the second-level sword master. Ordinary monks are no match for him. Moreover, this man is said to be extremely arrogant and ruthless. This young master of the Qin family looks miserable."

"Hehe, he is just a waste of the Qin family. Even if he is destroyed by that Ma Lulong, I'm afraid no one will care about him."

Qin Lang had no intention of listening to the conversation of those people. He focused his eyes and thought to himself: "This man is far weaker than his third uncle, but stronger than a wild beast. He has strong muscles and seems to be quite powerful, but he doesn't know how fast he is.

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At this moment, Qin Lang made some judgments about the big man. In order to shake off the shackles of the grasp, he secretly mobilized his spiritual power. The majestic spiritual power rushed out instantly, breaking through the momentum.

Although Qin Lang turned to swordsmanship, he was still a famous spiritual master with strong spiritual power. He was not a rigid person. To become a swordsman, he had to completely give up his spiritual power. This became one of his major characteristics.

"Humph, spiritual power? Break it for me!" The big man roared and punched him.

Qin Lang's expression didn't change, but he made a mistake in his steps and avoided it. He appeared on the side of the big man and stabbed him with his sword.

"Haha! Interesting!" The big man laughed wildly and grabbed him again, bypassing the sword and grabbing Qin Lang's arm.

"Seven-star step!" Qin Lang stepped on the seven-star step and swung away from the big man's attack.

"Humph, where to go!" The big man sneered, stepped forward, and chased after him. His right hands pointed like swords and pointed at Qin Lang's chest.

"Nine-turn Tianluo Slash!" Being pressed hard all the time, Qin Lang's eyes flashed with cold light, and he boldly used the sword skills taught by Qin Xiaocang.

This sword skill is a sword skill that is widely spread on Tianling Avenue and is very popular among sword cultivators. As its name suggests, this sword skill has nine moves in total. Each move you learn is one turn, and the nine turns are superimposed, creating an astonishing power.

Generally speaking, a swordsman can only learn the first two turns at most. If he wants to learn all of them, he must at least reach the sixth level of Heavenly Sword Master.

And Qin Lang has just learned the first two turns and can exert considerable power.

The sword hung in the air and slashed suddenly. A burst of sword shadows was followed by another burst of sword shadows. It was like endless sword shadows were superimposed on each other, filling the sky and earth, and pounced on the big man.

The big man named Ma Lulong immediately put away his contempt, his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately pulled out the long sword from behind. The sword was extremely wide, like a giant ruler, lying in front of him, trying to block the endless sword.

Shadow is coming.

"boom!"

A violent collision was heard, and the big man couldn't help but take a few steps back before he could steady his momentum.

"Haha, this Malusaurus was actually repelled by a little baby. It's really interesting."

"Hey, he's still known as a tyrant, but he's so vulnerable that he can't even clean up a piece of trash."

Seeing this scene, bursts of snickering suddenly erupted from all around.

"Damn it!" The big man's eyes widened and he was furious. He glanced around coldly, then rushed towards Qin Lang, brandished the broad sword in his hand, and struck hard.

A fierce wind blew against his face, blowing Qin Lang's clothes and long hair, but it could not move his heart.

He moved his steps together and once again performed the "Seven Star Steps", constantly changing his position to avoid the fierce attack of the big man, and using his luck, he was preparing a fatal blow.

However, the big man's reaction was quite sensitive, and he caught up with Qin Lang many times and almost hit him.

"Ping ping ping pong!" (To be continued...)