Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

"Here, Zhouzi, your wages today."

An old man who was blind, wearing a black one-eye mask, and a blue coat came and saw Fang sleeping in the corner. Zhou yelled.

When Fang Zhou woke up, he threw a bunch of copper coins.

Fang Zhou has not yet come and thinks about whether the things he experienced just now are real or dreams. Subconsciously, he took the copper.

Holding the copper coin, Fang Zhou suddenly became energetic, how could he care about the illusory just now.

Carefully counted, eighteen copper plates.

"Master Zhao, how come there are eighteen?"

Fang Zhou stood up and asked.

"I like the politeness of you brat."

The old man smiled and said something with his cigarette in his mouth.

He knew Fang Zhou's grandfather who died in a boxing ring, so he was friendly with Fang Zhou.

The old man "Bata" took a mouthful of cigarettes, neither fast nor slow said: "Qian Houzi, who fisted on the eighty-ninth yellow letter, just buckled it."

"You stopped the bleeding before. The action was slow, causing Qian Houzi to lose an important boxing match. In that boxing match, Qian Houzi broke three fingers and the battle strength was greatly reduced. If there is no reason, he can only play in Yellow Class boxing all his life."

"That guy is small-minded, he loves to hold grudges, and blames all the reasons on you."

Fang Zhou frowned: "But did Qian Houzi win the fight just now?"

"Although he won the punch, Qian Houzi specially complained to his Instructor, saying that your service is not good and your actions are slow, so you deduct two coppers."

Master Zhao slows down. explain.

Fuck!

Fang Zhou cursed in his heart.

But on the surface, he remained silent, holding the coin tightly and making no sound.

The status of Martial Artist in the martial battleground is much higher than that of his young servant who does chores.

Looking at Fang Zhou, who endured silently, the one-eyed old man called Master Zhao was accustomed to it.

The temper has not been smoothed, it is difficult to survive in the martial battleground.

The gap between the identities of young servants and Martial Artists lies there.

The old man knocked on the cigarette stick, opened the mouth and said: "Zhouzi, you were screaming about going to the ring a few months ago, why haven't you shouted recently?"

Fang Zhou put the copper money back in his pocket, shook the head: "Don't fight, don't dare to fight."

Fang Zhou, who came through, is still very self-aware. If he comes on stage to fight, he will definitely die. .

He is afraid of death.

This month, he has been working so hard to survive in this world. After living so hard, he naturally doesn't want to die easily.

"I know that you are short of money. Now the Imperial Court implements bloodline Martial Dao. You want to save money to buy ominous beast essence blood and melt blood essence into bloodline Martial Artist."

" But even the lowest ominous beast blood essence imported from Monster Race, the price is not cheap."

"You want to make money, you want to change your destiny, and you won’t be able to save enough for a lifetime of chores. Fighting against you For the children of these slum areas, it is the fastest way. If good luck, showing that innate talent is favored by a great character, it is equivalent to soaring to the sky, high position and great wealth are at your fingertips."

Master Zhao said with a smile: "Don't think about it anymore?"

Fang Zhou was very clear-headed, not being moved, and shook his head firmly.

Master Zhao single-eyedly picked and laughed, a nobody has a nobody's way of living.

Some people fight this boxing, but he doesn't force it.

"You brat is quite calm."

"For your grandfather's sake, if you want to punch you, you can come to me."

"Eight Martial Artists died in the ring today. They are waiting to throw the corpses. I will leave this to you. You can transport these corpses back to the incinerator in the slum area and burn them."

"Calculate your hard work for ten copper plates."

One-eyed Master Zhao took out ten more copper plates in string and threw them to Fang Zhou.

"Thank you Master Zhao." Fang Zhou took it, and hurriedly bowed to thank him.

The old man in the blue jacket waved his hand, humming a small tune, holding the cigarette stick in one hand, while squeezing into the crowds of the martial battleground.

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……

"pa 叽!"

The cloth shoes stepped on the accumulated stagnant water, splashing a large amount of dirty water .

Fang Zhou pushed a cart stacked with eight corpses out of the martial battleground. The sky was gray and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood from the corpses.

In the stinky gutters on both sides of the streets of the slum area, mice bigger than cats crawl around, seemingly attracted by blood, stopping their figure, black bean-like eyes looking at the corpse in the cart , And then with a "squeak", it turned into a dark shadow moving away.

When I came to the corpse incineration room, a drunk man was guarding the incineration room, lying on a chair hu hu asleep, and a pile of empty bottles of spirits scattered around his feet.

Fang Zhou familiarly lifted the eight cold corpses and threw them into the incinerator one by one, closed the lid, shoveled coal, and burned.

The scarlet fire slowly engulfed eight corpses.

Fang Zhou sat on the ground, staring blankly at the beating flames in the stove.

Fang Zhou didn't think about the one-eyed Master Zhao's punching in the ring. After all, the Yellow Class boxing in the martial battleground does not stipulate the identity of the person on the stage.

Even if you are not a Martial Artist, you can still be on stage.

If you win a game, you can earn ten silver taels. After paying the fee to the martial battleground, you can still have seven or eight ounces left. Even if you lose a punch, you can get fifty bronzes.

However, for an ordinary person, the mortality rate is too high, because the opponent you meet may be a Martial Artist with ominous beast essence blood.

People who are in the boxing fight want to work hard to survive and make money.

So everyone is very cruel, and they beat their opponents to death.

For a nobody at the bottom, kindness does not keep you alive, you have to rely on cruelty.

This is the knowledge Fang Zhou learned through the journey.

At the beginning, Fang Zhou also wanted to make a lot of money in boxing, change to a good residence, move out of this damn slum area, and move into the inner city of the walled city.

However, after watching a boxing and seeing a Martial Artist whose ordinary person was beaten by the punch, he was decisively persuaded when his brain burst from the punch.

I plan to save enough money to buy ominous beast blood essence. After the blood essence is fused, the blood sac is opened and the bloodline martial artist becomes a real bloodline Martial Artist, I will go to fight again.

As for the more expensive Qi Refinement cultivation technique, it can't be bought by saving money, and Fang Zhou doesn't even think about it.

"clang Dang".

The sound of wine bottles slamming on the ground outside interrupted Fang Zhou's thoughts.

Fang Zhou came back to his senses, stood up, patted his pants, he looked at the slowly beating flames in the fire, and he was in a trance, thinking of the "dream" in the martial battleground today.

The candle in the dream burns like this.

"That Martial Arts Bookstore......"

Is it a dream?

Fang Zhou whispered.

After that, turn around and moved towards the burning room and walk outside.

"Oh, it's Zhouzi...hiccup...you can't take a bite?"

The drunk guarding the burning room, with shaggy beard and red face, pulling his lame leg, moved towards Fang Zhou shook the wine bottle in his hand.

Fang Zhou smiled and waved his hands, because Master Zhao occasionally arranged for him to burn the corpse. After going back and forth, Fang Zhou and the drunk were also familiar with each other a lot.

The drunk man used to be a Martial Artist under Master Zhao, but he was broken in a fist, his blood sac was destroyed, and his military force was lost.

All thoughts are gone, this person drinks alcohol every day.

The money saved was spent, Master Zhao missed his old feelings, so he arranged for him to take care of the incineration room.

The drunk man waved his hand, disinclined to pay attention to Fang Zhou, each minding their own business drank a drink, and then spit out a rustling sound.

Fang Zhou pushed the cart out of the incineration room, walked through the dilapidated and dirty streets of the slum area, and re-entered the inner city walled city.

The cart that transports the corpse is a martial battleground thing, a tool of the public house, it must be paid back, otherwise it will be deducted several times.

Just back to the martial battleground door, a short and thin silhouette came out from it, wearing a gray bunt, showing strong dark arms.

Fang Zhou, who was pushing the cart, saw this person, face changed, lowered his head, and planned to pass him by.

However, that short and thin silhouette is coming.

"Wait!"

"lifts the head here."

The silhouette glanced over, coldly shouted.

Fang Zhou had no choice but to lift the head.

"Sure enough, it was you brat. The hemostatic action was slow last time, which caused me to have a weak spot and three fingers were broken!" The silhouette slapped the cart and raised his voice.

The silhouette is not someone else, it is Qian Houzi who instigated the Instructor to buckle the two copper plates of Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou sighed in his heart, but didn't talk much, without the slightest hesitation, he took out the ten copper coins earned by throwing the corpse out of his arms and put them on the cart.

After finishing this, he lowered his head and mumbled: "Master Zhao asked me to go to the incineration room to burn the body. Now I have to report to Master Zhao."

Qian Houzi was stunned.

After that, I took a deep look at Fang Zhou, and then grinned: "Master Zhao, don't make Master Zhao wait in a hurry."

Qian Houzi put away Fang Zhou put down the ten copper coins and turned sideways.

Fang Zhou sullen his face as he strolled into the martial battleground under the oily spring rain.

Qian Houzi tossed the string of money and he laughed.

Master Zhao's status in the martial battleground is not low. He can't afford to offend him. Although it seems that this kid is not covered by Master Zhao. After all, he is a kid in the slum area. How could Master Zhao be? Decent.

However, Qian Houzi dare not bet.

Since Fang Zhou moved out of the name of Master Zhao and spent money to eliminate disasters, he would give Master Zhao a face.

This kid is impossible to move out of Master Zhao every time, right?

Qian Houzi stared at the back of Fang Zhou's cart, sneered, and there was another way to make money.

Fang Zhou returned the cart and stayed in the martial battleground for a while before leaving.

Cautiously walked out and found that Qian Houzi was not squatting on him. He was relaxed. Thinking of the ten copper coins sent out, there was a burst of blood and colic in my heart.

"This money, sooner or later, Qian Houzi will have to double it back!"

Fang Zhou gritted his teeth.

He Fang Zhou was not a prudent person at first, but it really involves too much money this time!

This enmity has become a big deal!

It's raining lightly.

Stepping into the dirty and disrepaired outer city slum area road, Fang Zhou’s cloth shoes were quickly soaked by the accumulated sewage.

He made a gu lu sound in his stomach, Fang Zhou got wet with his hair, went to the steamed bun shop and bought two steamed buns for two copper plates. This is the dinner tonight and the working meal in the martial battleground tomorrow.

Just finished paying.

Fang Zhou suddenly felt saw a flash, seeming to have hallucinations.

A white candle that burned to the bottom appeared faintly, and the flame of the candle turned around and jumped, slowly becoming smaller, and finally... extinguished.

A green smoke rises straight up.

In an instant, Yansheng myriad forms!

The smoke condenses into two lines of elegant words in front of Fang Zhou's eyes.

[The soul candle burns out, you have a chance to move the soul]

[Whether to carry out Soul Shift Spiritual Exchange? 】

Fang Zhou's movements were stagnant, and then his breathing was violent.

Turning his head and rushing, ran towards home.

The drenched cloth shoes were stepped on, and the sewage splashed on both sides. Many vendors hurriedly protected the stalls. By the way, they moved towards Fang Zhou's crazy back and cursed.

Fang Zhou didn't care at all, he was full of joy and excitement!

Two hands each squeezed the hot white steamed buns, as if holding on to the sudden twinkling of hope.

All this...not a dream!