C2 Little beggar

Li Mushen put down the sword, but in the next moment, his face suddenly became as pale as white paper.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth as he talked to himself.

"Even though my Cultivation Level is a Seven Stars Wu Xuan, because I took away the precious bone, my true strength was only around a four star Wu Xuan. However, as the King of Hell, I was a Martial Venerable Stage expert in my previous life. My Sword Path is extraordinary.

In the Immortal God Continent, the strong were respected, and the ranks of the Cultivation Level were even more strict!

They were divided into eleven great realms, namely, Martial Disciple, Wu Xuan, Martial Master, Martial General, martial spirit, Martial Monarch, Martial Monarch, Martial Saint, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint, and Martial Emperor.

And each realm was further separated into one Nine-Star to another.

Wu Xuan cultivation, flesh refining, and cultivation like a boat swimming in water. The later one reaches the stage, the harder it is for one to break through the Cultivation Level.

The Warrior had changed his fate to go against the heavens, to constantly fight against the heavens and earth, to endure tribulation, and to resist the heavens!

There were some people who had cultivated to the high order but found it difficult to make a breakthrough in their entire lives. In the end, their lifespan would dry up and they would turn into a pile of dirt;

Whether it was Immortals, Demons, humans, devils, or even ancient creatures, none of them were willing to accept this.

For thousands of years, they had pursued the path to becoming an immortal. Heavenly Master Yuan, immortal treasures, alchemists, they came out one after another, blooming with resplendent splendor on the Immortal God Continent!

By now, the rain had lessened.

Li Mushen kept his long sword and dragged his heavily injured body towards the remote streets of Wanzhou City.

He wanted to find a place to use the healing injury.

When Wang Family finds out that the disciples of these clans have died, she will definitely send another group of Warrior s to chase after him.

After Li Mushen left for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, a few Wu Xuan Realm Wang Clan disciples began to jump around the roof.

After a few jumps, the few of them arrived at the place where the corpses of the Wang Family disciples were lying.

Bending over, touching and inspecting their wounds, their eyes gradually turned serious.

"Throat Laceration!" Everyone died under one sword attack! " A person said in a deep voice.

"Could it be him?"

"Impossible, he's just a trash who has been deprived of his precious bone. Moreover, his body is heavily injured, how could he be a match for these seven three star Wu Xuan? "Even at the peak of his power, he didn't have such an ability!"

Another one said with a quiver in his voice.

"To be able to use such a method, he must not be a powerhouse in the Wu Xuan. I'm afraid a Martial Master saved that trash."

"Martial master?!"

These people's hearts trembled.

Wu Xuan cultivation, flesh refining, body carrying Spirit Strength, to be able to release Spirit Strength externally, incomparably powerful.

Among them, there was even one sentence: "One Thousand Mystical Master, that is to say, there is only one Martial Master out of a thousand Wu Xuan. One can imagine how rare Martial Masters are."

And there were only a few Martial Masters in Wanzhou City.

One of the Martial Masters was the Wang Family Wang Shitu, the tyrant of the city!

A person said hoarsely, "I didn't expect the Martial Master to be involved. This is a serious matter, I have to hurry back to inform the young miss and the Family Head. "

...

Late at night, the rain had stopped. Dark clouds had dispersed, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the ancient streets.

Li Mushen's face turned pale white, he dragged his heavily injured body onto the mottled streets of the ancient ruins.

"I need to find a place called the healing injury as soon as possible." Li Mushen said to himself.

After passing through many streets, they arrived at an extremely dilapidated old street.

The street was barren and reeking of decay. Broken houses stood on both sides of the street.

Li Mushen looked around, then strode towards a house.

Entering the house, he found an extremely dilapidated place, but Li Mushen didn't mind. He found an empty and empty place to sit down cross-legged, he needed to quickly recuperate from his injuries.

It would be at most three days before his injuries healed. At that time, it would be the time for the Wang Family to pay the price.

At this moment, a sound came from the dark corner of the house.

Li Mushen's eyes became serious, filled with killing intent, and asked: Who? "Come out!"

With the long sword in his hand, the Spirit Strength in his body surged.

The temperature of the entire room seemed to have dropped by several degrees.

"Don't... Don't kill me. "

A timid and trembling voice came from a corner.

A thin, weak and messy Little beggar walked out from a corner in fear.

Its head was lowered, and its messy hair had not been washed for a long time. Its emaciated body was wrapped in tattered clothes, and its little feet were bare.

She felt the killing intent from Li Mushen's body, and his entire body shivered, not daring to look at Li Mushen.

When Li Mushen saw Little beggar walking out, the killing intent dissipated, his entire person appearing as calm as water.

"Don't be afraid, this is your residence, right?"

"Yes."

When the Little beggar heard Li Mushen's gentle words, the fear in his heart also weakened by a bit.

She quietly raised her head and saw that Li Mushen was covered in blood. Her eyes were filled with fear, and she quickly lowered her head again without saying a word.

Li Mushen did not say anymore, and took out a coin that was emitting dense amounts of Spirit Qi from his bosom, and slowly said: This is a Psionic Coin, I will treat it as the reward from staying here for the time being, how about it?

The Immortal God Continent. Martial Coins.

The Martial Coins were forged by the Heavenly Treasure Master using the Heaven and Earth Spirit Material Origin Stone.

It contained the spirit energy that the Warrior cultivated in, and could even be directly absorbed by the Warrior to raise his Cultivation Level.

And according to the difference in cultivation coins, from high to low, they were split into Immortal Martial Coins, Imperial Martial Dollar s, Heaven Martial Coin s, Psionic Coin s, and Xuanwu Coin s.

And one Psionic Coin was equivalent to ten Xuanwu Coin, which was equivalent to two months' worth of an ordinary family's income.

When the Little beggar heard Li Mushen talking about money, he suddenly raised his head. Within his messy hair, he revealed a pair of bright and terrified eyes.