Chapter 2: little beggar
Li Mushen put down his long sword, but in the next moment, his face suddenly paled like a blank sheet of paper.
He spurted out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and muttered to himself.
"Although my cultivation is a seven-star Wuxuan, my real strength is only about four-star Wuxuan because of the deprivation of my precious bones. However, as the King of Hell, I was a strong martial artist in my previous life, and my swordsmanship is extraordinary, even if it is against a martial artist. There is also the power to fight!"
In the Continent of Immortals and Gods, the strong are respected, and the level of cultivation is even more strict and distinct!
It is divided into eleven realms, including Wushu, Wuxuan, Wushi, Wujiang, Wuling, Wuwang, Wujun, Wuzun, Wuhuang, Wusheng, and Wudi.
And each realm is divided into one to nine stars.
Wuxuan cultivates spirituality, martial masters refine meat, and cultivation is like rowing a boat against the current.
The martial artist is to change his life to the sky, walk against the sky, constantly fight against the heaven and the earth, overcome the catastrophe, and resist the punishment of the sky!
Some people cultivate to a high level, but they cannot break through to enter the realm all their lives, and finally their lifespan is exhausted and turned into a handful of loess, which is nothing but nothing.
The vast immortality, whether it is immortals, demons, people, demons, or even ancient creatures, is unwilling to do so.
For thousands of years, in pursuit of the path of immortality, Tianyuan Master, Immortal Treasure Master, and alchemy masters have emerged one after another, blooming brightly on the Immortal God Continent!
At this time, the rain gradually lessened.
Li Mushen put away his long sword, dragged his severely injured body, and walked towards the remote street in Wanzhou City.
He was looking for a place to heal.
When the Wang family finds out that these family members are dead, they will definitely send a group of warriors to chase and kill themselves, and their seriously injured body cannot be resisted at all, so they can only hurry up and heal!
After the departure of Li Mushen for about an incense stick, several disciples of the Wang family in the Wuxuan realm jumped vertically and horizontally from the eaves.
After a few ups and downs, several people came to the body of the dead Wang family disciple.
Bending down, touching the breath, and exploring the wound, the eyes of several people gradually changed from doubt to solemnity.
"One sword seals the throat! Everyone died under one sword!" said one person in a deep voice.
"Will it be him?"
"Impossible, he is just a waste who has been deprived of his precious bones, let alone a seriously injured body, how can he be the opponent of these seven three-star Wu Xuan? Even at the peak, there is no such means!"
Another person said, with a trembling in his tone.
"Having such a means is definitely not a strong person in the Martial Profound Realm. I am afraid that a martial artist rescued the waste."
"Wu Shi?!"
These people were shocked.
Wuxuan cultivates spirituality, martial masters refine meat, and the flesh carries spiritual power in order to achieve the release of spiritual power, which is extremely powerful.
And there is one more word in it: One Master of Qianxuan, that is, only one martial artist out of a thousand martial arts, one can imagine how rare a martial artist is.
And there are only a few martial artists in Wanzhou City.
One of the martial artists is Wang Shitu, the head of the Wang family, the one who dominates the city!
One person said dryly and hoarsely: "I didn't expect that the martial artist was also involved. The stakes are very important, you have to go back and tell the young lady and the owner of the house."
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In the middle of the night, the rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the ancient streets.
Li Mu's face was pale, and he dragged his severely injured body on the streets mottled with monuments.
"You need to find a place to heal as soon as possible." Li Mushen said to himself.
After passing through the streets, I came to a very dilapidated ancient street.
The streets are barren and stench of decay, and houses in twos and threes stand on both sides of the street.
Li Mushen looked around, then strode into a house.
Walking into the house, it was dilapidated and desolate, but Li Mushen didn't mind, finding an open place to sit cross-legged, he needed to take care of his injuries as soon as possible.
In three days at most, the injury will heal, and at that time, it will be time for the Wang family to pay the price.
At this moment, there was a sound of noise from the dark corner of the house.
Li Mushen's eyes narrowed, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said solemnly: "Who? Come out!"
With his long sword in his hand, the spiritual power in his body surged.
The temperature in the entire house seemed to drop several degrees.
"Don't... don't kill me."
From the corner, there was a timid trembling sound.
A thin and dirty little beggar, afraid to come out from the corner.
He lowered his head, his messy hair had not been washed for a long time, his bony body, wrapped in tattered clothes and bare feet, stopped not far in front of Li Mushen.
She felt the murderous aura emanating from Li Mushen's body, trembling all over, and did not dare to look at Li Mushen at all.
And when Li Mushen saw the little beggar come out, the murderous aura also dissipated, and the whole person seemed calm as water.
"Don't be afraid, this is your place, right?"
"Ok."
The little beggar listened to Li Mushen's gentle words, and the fear in his heart also weakened a bit.
She quietly raised her head and saw that Li Mushen was covered in blood, her eyes were frightened, and she hurriedly lowered her head without saying a word.
Li Mushen didn't say anything anymore. He took out a coin with strong spiritual energy from his arms, and said slowly: "This is a Lingwu coin. It's a reward for you to live here temporarily, how about it?"
In the continent of Immortals and Gods, martial coins are common.
The martial coin was minted by Tianbao Master using the source stone of the spiritual material of heaven and earth.
It contains the spiritual energy cultivated by warriors, and can be directly absorbed by warriors to improve their cultivation.
According to the different martial coins, from high to low, it is divided into Xianwu coins, Emperor Wu coins, Tianwu coins, Diwu coins, Lingwu coins and Xuanwu coins.
And one Lingwu coin is equivalent to ten Xuanwu coins, which is equivalent to two months' income of ordinary people.
When the little beggar heard Li Mushen talking about the coins, he raised his head suddenly, and his hair showed a pair of bright and frightened eyes.