The First Cause of All Realms

This young man was in his twenties, wrapped in a leather jacket, and looked sophisticated and sophisticated. At first glance, he looked like an old fried dough stick rolling around in the market.

Although the qi and blood are not strong, there is a faint medicinal fragrance on his body, and he must have been in a medicinal bath in the past few days.

With thoughts in his mind, Yang Yu also became interested:

"What weapons do you have?"

"Hey~"

The young man pointed to the front. There were people coming and going on the spacious street. Most of them were people with swords and swords:

"Which one you see, the price is right, I'll bring it to you right away."

"Huh~"

Yang Yu shook his head and laughed: "It's just you?"

What is the weapon?

For those who practice martial arts, it's like fists, feet and arms. How can you let others touch it?

"In this outer city of Qingzhou, I'm Xiaowu's name, you go and find out. Are there any deals I can't make?"

Seeing Yang Yu's disbelief, the young man who called himself 'Xiao Wu' was not annoyed, and glanced at Yang Yu's package without a trace:

"As long as there is enough money, you can see it!"

Saying that, he took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to show his hand, but Yang Yu grabbed his wrist.

"Don't do the life-threatening work."

Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

In the bitter and cold place of Qingzhou, there are many strong bandits, so martial arts are also flourishing. This Qingzhou city is also a place where elites gather. At this glance, all those who hold swords are warriors who have changed their blood.

Many of them are not weak.

Although this young man smelled of a medicinal bath, he still seemed to be stuck in front of the threshold of the first blood exchange.

Looking at his martial arts, I'm afraid he never succeeded once, otherwise, he wouldn't be trapped in front of the blood exchange threshold.

"Rare and strange, isn't it?"

Xiao Wu smiled and pointed to the city wall behind him: "What do you think that is?"

Yang Yu turned around and looked.

I saw that on the tall gate of the city, there was a silver-white slate with a line of large characters dancing on it.

[Swords and soldiers can be brought, but not sheathed]

"Where is Qingzhou City?"

Xiao Wu grinned, and his yellowed teeth were missing one and a half: "If there's more, you'll just give me two punches, and I'll die. Naturally, I can't talk about it."

Yang Prison nodded slightly.

Qingzhou City may be the only city in Qingzhou that can pass government orders.

There are swords and soldiers on it that cannot be unsheathed, so naturally no one dares to unsheath them.

It is precisely because of this that gangsters like Xiao Wu can be born. If you change it to another city, if you dare to make a move, you will be cut off immediately.

But this is only on the surface, behind the scenes...

"What, did you see anything?"

Xiao Wu rubbed his hands.

Snakes have their way, and rats have their way. He wanders the market all the year round. If nothing else, he naturally has a great sense of smell for gold and silver.

As soon as Yang Prison entered the city, he smelled money.

This young man who doesn't look like a weak crown is probably richer than everyone on this street.

Of course, it refers to what is carried on the body.

"Yes, of course, it is necessary, but those who steal are exempted."

Yang Yu flipped his wrist and took out three taels of broken silver.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to get it, but he was caught empty, itchy in his heart, he patted his chest and assured: "Boss, what do you want, squeak, there's nothing you can't get!"

"not busy."

Broken silver roamed back and forth between his fingers, and Yang Yu lightly talked about his needs.

Just as Gluttony's demand for all kinds of metals is inexhaustible, his thirst for ingredients is also inexhaustible.

Not to mention that 'recipe nine bulls and two tigers' requires a lot of ingredients.

He also needs all kinds of martial arts.

Along the way, Yang Prison has experienced a lot, seen a lot, and confirmed a lot.

Among them, including martial arts.

Including Tie Crotch, Tiger Claw, Beheading Knife, Four Elephant Arrows, Old Mother Fu Qi Lu and other martial arts derived from ingredients, his progress is very fast.

But other than that, the one-qi art taught by Wei He has passed for more than half a year, and he has not yet started...

"Ancient, old, and famous?"

Listening to Yang Yu's request, Xiao Wu's eyes gradually became strange, and when he finished speaking, he couldn't help it:

"Boss, being arty is not worth it! Other things are fine. Abandoned weapons such as swords can all break when touched."

"Then you don't have to worry about it."

He casually threw the silver to Xiao Wu, Yang Yu didn't say much, waved his hand and left.

He was wealthy, so naturally he didn't care about three taels of silver.

Even if Xiao Wu ran away with money, he wasn't afraid. Six doors, he was afraid of petty theft?

Qingzhou City is also divided into inside and outside.

The inner city is where the prefectural government is located, including Xiao, Chu, Ye, and Lin. However, the residences of the Six Gates and Jinyiwei are in the outer city.

Yang Prison doesn't know what the inner city is like.

The prosperity of the outer city made him a little stunned.

Unlike Heishan City, which did not even have floor tiles, Qingzhou City is not only cleaner, the streets are wider, the buildings are taller, and there are 'public toilets'.

Not only are there public toilets, but there are also a large number of night pilgrims.

There are all kinds of shops on the street, and the goods are dazzling, not only the specialties of Qingzhou, but also the goods from other provinces, states and prefectures.

And, it's cheaper.

Whether it is food or medicinal materials, it is actually much cheaper than Heishan City.

Pedestrians coming and going also have red lights on many faces. Compared with the black mountain city, which has yellow faces and thinner muscles, it is like two worlds.

Qingzhou City did not allow outside vehicles and horses to enter, so his yellow horse was naturally left outside the city, but it was more convenient to be alone.

After entering the city, Yang Prison first wandered around the city. Before the curfew, he found an inn to stay in, wash his hands, and eat and drink his fill.

The buddy also sent buckets after buckets of the medicinal liquid he boiled into the room.

"Huh!"

Stepping into the medicine barrel naked, Yang Yu sighed comfortably.

Difficulty walking.

It took him several months to travel from Heishan City to Qingzhou. Although the rib and qiujin provided great energy, he was still mentally exhausted.

The burden of the Nine Bulls and Two Tigers on the body still exists.

"The second blood goes into the mud pill, the third blood goes into the eyebrows and eyes, and then the ears, nose, mouth... condense the qi and blood like the tiger's front, and the blood qi can't strengthen the internal organs."

Soaked in the medicine barrel, Yang Yu was thinking in his heart.

The speciality of the old mother's obedience to Qi Lu was manifested with the increase of his blood energy, if he had no five senses to see his body and eyes that saw the night like day.

He wasn't so easy to take down Sima Yang before.

However, blood energy can't strengthen the internal organs, and it can't relieve the huge burden on the body.

Even though he was fighting his blood and practising martial arts outside, he never stopped for a moment.

"It can only come slowly."

Yang Yu stretched his muscles and bones and calmed down his mind.

The year he just came across is not counted. He has only practiced martial arts for less than a year, but he has already acquired such martial arts. This progress is already quite astonishing.

Hu Wan, who has been practicing martial arts longer than him, hasn't even crossed the second qi and blood.

"It's time to try to break through the four exchange blood."

Thinking in his mind, Yang Yu opened his mouth and blew out the oil lamp four feet away. He grabbed a handful of iron broad beans from the table and swallowed it.

As the warm air diffused from the internal organs, he closed his eyes slightly and started the fourth blood exchange.

According to the records of the old mother's service record, the first exchange of blood is the most difficult, and most of the ordinary people are stuck at this level.

And at the age of 30, he couldn't cross this hurdle, his blood qi dropped, and even if he was lucky enough to break through later, it would be difficult to make any further progress.

In addition, the difficulty of changing blood lies in the accumulation of resources and the progress of the internal training of the Qi method.

At least, there is no danger to life before the nine blood changes and the condensed blood energy.

"However, what Liansheng taught those lunatics may not be credible. You still have to be careful, blood training is no small matter..."

Yang Prison didn't dare to be careless.

He has seen the madness of the Liansheng Cultists.

The 'dangerous' that this group of lunatics think is different from that of normal people.

The thirteenth blood exchange, the five stages of foundation building.

Although it is said that three or three exchanges of blood are the key points, in theory, three exchanges of blood can condense the blood of a cow, but the vast majority of people can only be driven as they wish after the fourth exchange of blood.

Qi and blood are like cows, and they are the integration of blood and energy.

The blood energy dissipated in the whole body is integrated into one, and it can be released through fists, feet, and palms, reaching the level of 'the strength of the whole body collides with one point'.

It's not that you train a cow in your body.

Phew!

Suck!

In the long breathing, Yang Yu's mind was condensed.

The warm inner breath comes from the courage of the dantian, and goes up to the eyebrows.

As his mind moved, his inner breath sank.

The blood that was flowing slowly suddenly increased in speed, his skin became red visibly, and the temperature in the room also rose.

It was as if a flame was burning in his body, boiling the blood, roasting the bones, and tempering the internal organs.

Gradually, Yang Yu's breathing became longer and longer.

And the blood in his body became thicker and hotter.

Phew!

At a certain moment, the closed pores all over his body suddenly opened ~www.novelmt.com~ like a flash of fire, and the room suddenly lit up for a moment.

And if anyone is here.

It can be seen that the ribs on his chest are no longer one by one, but are trained together like a plate armor, protecting the internal organs.

Under the light of blood, his skin became transparent, and it could be seen that his tendons became abnormally thick, with blood flowing, like countless horned dragons coiling around his body.

It is precisely because these two are extremely prominent that his internal organs, skin membranes, and even the spine dragon are all slender and pitiful.

Every time he exerted force, he was squeezed into the corner first.

Every time Yang Yu fights with someone, he will feel the tingling pain all over his body, which is the source of this. The ribs and tendons are too tyrannical, even if they drive other organs, they are also strengthened.

But compared to these two, it is far from being comparable.

Phew!

Suck!

I don't know how long it took before Yang Prison's breathing gradually returned to a normal rhythm, the boiling blood began to fall back, and the rushing inner breath gradually returned to his dantian.

Only part of it circled around the mud pills, eyes, and ears.

His eyes were still closed.

But his ears were fluttering, and through the movement of the airflow, he actually composed a scene of the entire room in his mind.

The solidified lamp oil, the cooling liquid medicine, the gecko climbing on the wall, the unknown bug scurrying in the corner...

And, the sound of breathing from the roof was so soft that he could barely notice it.

Is there someone on the roof? !