Practice origin column

Chapter 38
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Sikong had almost spent all the [-] Ziwei coins he had obtained from the poisonous wolf star bandits' military strategy and Shangliang's corpse.

The entire balance is only [-] yuan in purple coins.

And this is only enough to buy a few ordinary one-dimensional meals.

It stands to reason that, as the military policy of the Poison Wolf Star Bandits, Shangliang has far more money than that.

After all, the Poisonous Wolf Star Bandit is also a force that the Bone Star Bandit is afraid of, so as the powerful military planner among them, he should naturally be very rich.

But after Sikong asked Chatterbox and others, they learned that the status of the Poisonous Wolf Star Bandits was very embarrassing.

Speaking of its brilliance, it was indeed famous throughout the stars and oceans.

3000 years ago, when the first generation of Poison Wolf was in charge, the door of accepting virtuous men was opened from the outside, and cancerous tumors were cleared from the inside. There are many masters like a forest, and there are many cultivators. The first generation of poisonous wolf is even a six-dimensional powerhouse.

The first generation of poisonous wolves was also honored as the great bandit, and even No. 1 by the star bandit. Legend has it that the star bandit Bandit Zhi gave him a big bandit fire.

It's a pity that if Taiji is born or not, it's too late.

The power of the Poison Wolf Star Bandits aroused the fear of many administrative star regions, so multiple star regions joined forces and used interstellar executioners to trap and kill the first generation of Poison Wolf Star Bandits, and then bloodyly suppressed the Poison Wolf Star Bandits.

The star bandits died and fled, and some of them were determined to set up the poisonous wolf star bandits again, intending to make a comeback.

But 3000 years have passed, and it has always been just dying, dying.

Especially the contemporary poisonous wolf, who embraces self-respect, excludes dissidents, and is even more greedy for money, almost dragging down the entire poisonous wolf star bandit.

This is why, as the military commander of the Poisonous Wolf Star Bandits, Shangliang ignored the orders from above and wanted to swallow Scar's private goods alone.

It was because he couldn't bear the exploitation of the modern Poison Wolf, knowing that the Poison Wolf Star Bandit had come to an end, that's why he wanted to switch to the sect and get out of the business after making a fortune.

Unfortunately, he finally met Sikong.

The last [-] coffin money was squandered by Sikong within a few days, and it was far from satisfying Sikong's appetite.

Sikong, who is more and more eager to make money, even wished to promote Dao Scar and others, and then go out to loot a fortune.

It was early in the morning when Chatterbox and others were practicing martial arts in the courtyard. Sikong went downstairs and happened to see this passionate scene.

"Sikong, morning."

Mu Xin squeezed out a ferocious smile and greeted Sikong in a rare way.

Because of the mechanical communication in the past few days, the distance between the two has been shortened, and Mu Xin has a little more acceptance of Sikong.

As for Scar, he kept silent to Sikong from the beginning to the end, and a estrangement arose in his heart.

Sikong signaled with a smile, walked slowly into the courtyard, and stretched his body. Suddenly, there was a bone crackling like thunder, which shocked Sikong all over.

Facing the morning breeze and blushing, Sikong slowly punched a hundred explosive punches.

The Hundred Explosion Fist, which has reached the state of returning to basics and innocence, reflects the light of the avenue and simplicity in every move and every move. It has just attracted the attention of Hua Bao and others.

Pulling, pushing, kneading, sinking, pinching, pushing, all kinds of simple moves, under Sikong's hands, seem to come alive, with divinity, revealing from every corner of Sikong's body.

There were 49 explosive sounds.

"Si, Sikong, have you mastered Mingchen's martial arts? How much power is this?"

Shuotou has always been a martial idiot, seeing this, he couldn't help but stare at Sikong with reflective eyes.

Sikong didn't hide it, nodded and said: "It's really great, and it can exert [-]% of its strength."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was a little shocked.

Dacheng's Mingchen martial arts are almost the foundation of becoming a strong man, and he can fully display his own strength.

Even for those children from rich families, it is not easy for a bright dust martial art CD, but for star bandits like Scar, it is naturally more difficult.

"Then can you teach me this boxing technique? Oh, I mean, after all, we all share weal and woe, and we should give each other guidance..."

Shuotou entangled Sikong with special enthusiasm, and made no secret of his desire for Sikong's Hundred Explosion Fist.

Sikong frowned slightly, and a shadow passed in his heart.

Shuotou's move was a little too greedy, and it had already exceeded the love between the two of them.

For this set of Hundred Explosion Fist, he worked hard in his homeland for nine years, deduced it on Du Hengxing for five years, and finally experienced a bloody battle on Desolate Star before he completed it.

It can be said to be one of his most important trump cards. How could he easily give it to others?

Sharing weal and woe?

It's just that the situation is compelling.

"Shuotou! Practice your martial arts, you can't eat as much as you want, how many times have I said that!"

Suddenly, Dao Scar's face became a little ugly, and he began to reprimand Shuo Tou.

Shuotou buried his head resentfully, and continued to practice Tieshanjia without saying a word.

A strange atmosphere permeated the crowd, Sikong sighed inwardly, turned around and went back to the room, and put on the second world access pupil membrane.

He deliberately exposed some details in front of Scar and others, which was a kind of calmness and proactive show of goodwill.

It's a pity that the chatterbox and others are fine, but Shuotou...

Let it go, it's good to go alone, so that you don't have to put your blood into it, it will be wonderful wherever you go.

The Second World, Su Ming's Practice Room
Sikong almost stepped in. The other nine students had already arrived, and they were doing physical training or getting familiar with martial arts.

But in the past few days, everyone has gotten used to Sikong's lazy appearance and pretended not to see Sikong.

Su Ming came slowly from the overlapping dimensions, put down the Sanqing stove, and lit the incense candles.

Then, the practice room was like falling into a fairyland, with white clouds curling up, and everyone's spirits gradually became peaceful.

"I have received the latest notice from the educational administration that all private and public practice classes and schools will be online at the end of this month to conduct a 'Full Real Scenario Brawl Competition'. Everyone must participate, and the results will be directly sent to the second The world information base, as one of the assessments of the quality of our citizens."

"I hope everyone will prepare well this month. I will also conduct assault training for you, focusing on teaching you actual combat and martial arts."

Su Ming spoke eloquently and sent a message to each student, including some detailed introductions.

Sikong roughly walked over, and couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional about the importance that the imperial civilization placed on the strength of citizens.

Regardless of your origin, regardless of your status, and no matter which level you have cultivated to.

As long as you are ruthless and strong enough to win in actual combat, you will get rich rewards from the empire.

In other words, it doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat.

This is the case for the full-real scene chaos competition at the end of the month, which completely simulates the wild natural scene and randomly puts all one-dimensional micro-string level contestants into it.

The one who can survive is the winner.

The more people killed, the richer the reward.

Simple and bloody, no rules, no constraints, as long as it is your truest strength.

Of course, if only one person survives in the end, this person will be No. 1 in the one-dimensional microstring class among the young generation of the starry sky.

Can be recommended to enter the Central Imperial University, and even be received by the head of the empire, the real rise to the top.

"The person whose name I have called will go to the battle stage and have a duel within the group."

　Meow meow, all kinds of requests~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)