The Human Emperor

“Bags, fresh out of the oven, fresh and delicious, satisfied with the bags! ”

In the morning, Jingcheng Yulong Street, scented, crowded, dense and numb crowds come and go in a liquor store, refreshments, bakery.

On the east side of Jade Dragon Street, in rolling bun vapor, a sign of a tavern faintly appears in the vapor.

“Yujing Building”!

A three-word black base gold paint, quite elegant. The sign was changed this morning, along with the sign, and the owner of the tavern.

But apart from the owner of the tavern, other guys, the cook hasn't changed. So a lot of people don't know that this tavern has long been easy to own.

Even if some people noticed that the sign had changed, they didn't pay much attention to it.

At this moment, Wang Chong is on this Yujing building.

On the second floor of Yujing Tower, in the best of Yamauri, the dealers and the Chi family sat on the ground, swallowed the tiger, and had put dozens of “steam cages” on the ground, but on the desktop, there were more steam cages, stacked, like a cage tower.

The dealers' iron rides and the Chi's iron guards are famous, but this is the first time people have seen their terrible amount of food.

“Almost there! ”

At the fence, Wang cushioned the end of the practice, open your eyes.

A few days before the last operation, Wang Chung has done nothing. Just practice upstairs in this Yujing building.

“Dong dong dong! ”

A knock rang from the outside.

“Come on in. ”

Wang shrugged, never turning his head.

Elegant room door pushed open, outside the room appeared a black Miyako, with a cage of hot buns and walked in.

“Young Master. ”

Miyagi sat on her knees with her bag, put the drawer in front of Wang Chong, then pulled out a pair of chopsticks, carefully wiped them and handed them over.

“How is it going? ”

Wang Chung picked up the black chopsticks and put a soup bag in his mouth. The soup bag was soft, thin and gently bitten, with a thick soup infiltrating the mouth, fresh and fragrant, full of teeth, swallowed, from the mouth to the stomach, a piece of comfort.

Nice!

Wang Chong nodded with satisfaction. So many taverns, tea shops, and finally Wang Chong still thinks the soup bags here are the best made.

With so many taverns, Wang Chong finally chose this room, which is an important reason.

And for another reason ——

It's also because Wang Chong really needs to have his own tavern.

It's too shaky and inconvenient to go to other people's taverns and shops every time. It has been a long time and will inevitably attract deliberate attention.

Having your own pub, whether eating or practicing, is very convenient, at least in terms of covering your eyes and ears.

This is like the Yao family buying the “Guanghe Tower”. The latter always impressed Wang Chung very deeply.

Buy your own tavern, and sometimes it can't be measured simply by money.

“The son unexpectedly, our actions have attracted the attention of the Gao Li people. Now it's not just Kao Junli Base 1, along with Base 2 and Base 3, all of which are more alert. Looks like Kao Junli's side has a lot of suspicion. ”

Miyayu Yixiang sat on her knees on the floor and said in a humble voice. Even when she had to show up next to Wang, she was very careful to use the light in the room, obstacles, screens, railings to cover herself and try to keep herself out of sight.

It's almost an instinct for loitering.

“Oh, there's no shortage of masters in Goku Li's people, at least that little beast King is not very good for his life. We killed so many people, and even if no one else is suspicious, he should probably be suspicious. ”

Wang Zhuang faintly said, clamping another soup bag, put it in his mouth, looked comfortable and pleasant, as if everything was in his calculations.

“But would that be a problem? Little Beast Lord Lin is not a kind type. He dares to attack even the three major training camps. If it attracts his attention, it would be bad for us! ”

Miyayu Yixiang frowned, some worried.

In the land of Datang, Little Beast King Lin is a legend. He is well-planned, harsh and bold, but nobody knows what he looks like.

It means that even if he walks past you, you don't know what he looks like. I don't even know when he killed me.

“Ha ha, don't make him so horrible, after all, he's just one person. It's just because we haven't seen what he looks like, that's why he's so suspicious. ”

Wang Chong swallowed the soup bag, waved his hand, and didn't think he meant it.

Mystery comes from the unknown, so does fear!

Wang Zheng knows that the Little Beast King Lin is absolutely well aware of this. However, it also shows that he is somewhat constrained.

Just as the bandits can't see the light, so can the Little Beast King.

If they knew what the King of the Little Beast Forest looked like, they wouldn't be so afraid.

“... and have you forgotten those martial arts graduates he transferred from Godzilli? He spent so much time, so much energy, so much effort. At a time like this, he doesn't give a shit about us little pawns. ”

Wang paused:

“Besides, it might be a good thing that we do this to scare the snake and make him move faster! ”

“False is true, true is false”, Wang Chong did not do it these few days, also deliberately let the high-sentenced beauties not touch their own laws of action, making them unable to flirt, disturbing their hearts.

As long as these people are disturbed, they will surely find ways to accelerate their actions.

The so-called "haste to make a mistake”, if any action is rushed, it will just be easy to leave a blossom.

Miyaka frowned and muttered, seemingly still thinking about Wang Zheng's meaning.

Wang chuckled and ignored, clamping a soup bag with chopsticks and shoving it in his mouth again.

After practicing all night, I didn't feel like I was starving until I finished practicing and calmed down.

While eating the soup bag, Wang Chung continued the practice of "Sky Slaughter" in his heart.

After three days of rest, Wang Chung did nothing, which is to mock the "Sky Killing Technique". At the beginning of this great study, it was as thin as swimming silk, only as thin as spider silk.

Wang Chung also practiced his finger thickness when he went down the mountain, but now, thanks to the intense energy he inhaled, Wang Chung's heavenly slaughter sword power has now been practiced to the full width of four fingers, and when he started out, he returned to the majesty, like a long rainbow.

And thanks to the ability to exude Qi in the ninth order of Yuanqi, Wang Chung can also release the swordsmanship without borrowing a sword, and the power will not diminish in the slightest.

“… this is the swordsman! ”

Wang Chung ate a soup bag and said secretly in his heart.

Wang Chung used a gun in his previous life, which was the first time he had become a "swordsman”. Though still an initial “swordsman”, he is indeed a swordsman and has embarked on a very different path in his previous life.

“Senior Su's Kendo name is the world's first Kendo. Although it is the first level of the original Kendo, it can also break the temper of the powerful in the real world. However, this power is not enough, the first heavenly slaughter technique has a total of nine revolutions, the sword strength rises and shrinks to one revolution, and must be practiced until it is truly slaughtered. I'm not even practicing yet, and I have to keep working on it. ”

Wang shook his head, his left hand knocked unconsciously on the table, and this fluttered in his mind.

The sword power of the heavenly slaughter technique is initially as fine as swimming silk, then the strength grows, and the sword power will continue to grow and become thicker, and the power will become more and more powerful. When the dead spot is reached, the sword will begin to be thickened and thinned, and the sword energy will be continuously compressed.

When the sword is thinned from thickness to the size of spider silk, it is called a “spin.” Then “two turns”, “three turns”...

The power of sword power is proportional to the "rpm”, the higher the rpm, the more powerful. And after nine revolutions, it was almost indestructible, and there was nothing to resist.

Even if you don't have a sword in your hand, it doesn't make any difference for a nine-spin slaughter sword.

However, the higher the rpm, the harder it is to practice, and as the rpm increases, the color of the sword will change.

These are the minds of Wang Jiangmao's sword of slaughter slowly emerged.

Wang Chong is still “half-rotated”.

However, even this “half-rotated” sword strength is wearing gold fissure jade, enough to pose a deadly threat to the powerful in the real world.

And this is the power of Su Zhengshen's swordplay!

“Let's go home and take a break. Some things should be taken care of. ”

After eating a cage of soup bags, Wang Zheng's sleeves whisked away, pushed away the table and stood up from the floor. It's been over half a month since we got out of Kungwu Training Camp, and it's time to take care of the Uzi steel weapons that have accumulated there.

Money like running water is not enough!

Wang Zhong knows that there are more places to spend money in the future. At present, Uzi steel weapons are the only place where he can earn income.

“Hey, how do you walk? You don't have eyes! ”

Preparing to leave, all of a sudden, a riot was coming from the street outside. When Wang Chung looked back, he saw only a fat rich businessman with several hiring masters, pointing to a man in his 40s or so on the street, dressed up, bearded masters, blushing and cursing.

Although the person who was scolded looked down, Wang Chong could only see it at a glance, and this man was a master. As he walked, his feet were particularly steady, his shoulders didn't even shake, and it was completely unconscious, not intentional.

This is a practice of martial arts, which is a habit that can only be developed by people of a certain level.

Taoist martial arts are precise, hundreds of rounds, like Wang Chong's sword must accurately hit a spider silk ten years outside.

As a martial arts expert, you can't shake your hands.

Fixed to a certain height, this becomes an instinct. This is not a question of stability, but of those who have trained in this situation, whose hands, feet and bodies will be particularly stable, like a stump grown there, quite distinct from the stability of ordinary people.

difference between heaven and earth.

The person you see can tell at a glance.

“This is a pain in the ass! ”

Wang chuckled and shook his head, unintentionally. As big as the Beijing master, conflicts like this occur every day.

The depressed middle-aged man is clearly more powerful than the hiring masters around the wealthy business. Rich merchant met him, kind of kicked the iron plate, no accident, I'm afraid this guy will be beaten hard.

Wang Chong had no pipe and no intention of intervening. He walked outside in his footsteps.

However, few steps were taken, and the next moment, something unexpected happened.

“Hit me, hit me hard! ”

“What is it? I didn't even apologize for hitting someone. You don't have to leave your hand behind. Hit me. I'm in charge! ”

“Hmm, I thought you were so good, so crazy, so horizontal. It turns out it's a soft shrimp, too. ”

……

The wealthy merchant made a harsh noise coming from the street. This time it wasn't just Wang Chong, even Miyaka Miyako was surprised.

The two of them turned their heads and looked out. On a wide street, the downtrodden middle-aged man, regarded by two as a “master”, is being beaten to the ground and beaten to pieces.

The guards of several wealthy merchants surrounded him, punching and kicking like a storm. And the downtrodden middle-aged are like ordinary people, with no power to resist at all.

“Huh?”

Wang punched the light flashed in his eyes and really felt strange.