The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

The clouds are vast and the sky is high.

The cold wind is howling, and the sound is transmitted by flying geese.

In late autumn, rows of wild geese fly south in the sky, leaving only a few sad cries in the air, which slowly fade away and soon disappear into the horizon.

Huang Feng and Hu Liu returned to Jiminzhai without much chat on the way. When Huang Feng was about to go back to the backyard to practice swordplay, Hu Liu suddenly said, "It was my fault today. If I hadn't said something careless, nothing would have happened."

"Clap!"

Huang Feng patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "It's not your fault for what happened today. There is no good banquet, and he just wanted to show me his power."

"Don't take it to heart, don't let your imagination run wild. I can't even get along with him, so I might as well practice my sword skills instead."

Hu Liu couldn't be blamed for this. He was just trying to save his face. The county magistrate had invited him to have tea, but when he got there, he kept making things difficult for him. How could such a thing happen in the world? It was unheard of and unseen.

After thinking about it, he was afraid that the county magistrate did not regard him as a human being, but as a slave, or a toy to be ordered around.

In his plan, he would definitely go against the government in the future. He wanted to dominate Qingshan City, but the government would never allow it and would make things difficult for him, both openly and covertly.

If he wanted to reach the peak of martial arts, he had to take this path to obtain a large amount of cultivation resources. Without sufficient cultivation resources, even if he had a supernatural comprehension, he could only break through the Xiantian realm at best. When he was old and weak, his Qi and blood were no longer at their peak, and his cultivation could no longer be improved.

Feng Xianxing thought so, and so did he. They both had the same idea, but Huang Feng's method was stronger than his.

Therefore, Feng died first and he lived.

There is no trick, everything depends on the sword in his hand. With one sword, he cuts through the fog and reaches the peak of martial arts.

After thinking it over again and again, he temporarily gave up the idea of dominating Qingshan City. It was nothing more than that he could not deal with the innate realm masters. Moreover, he had just swallowed up the Tiger Gang and had not yet digested it. The current resources were enough to support him to cultivate to the peak of the first-class level.

After reaching the peak of the first-class level, he went out to travel around the world, honing his sword intent, striving to comprehend the sword intent and transform it into a form, and to enter the half-step innate realm.

By then, he should be able to deal with the Xiantian Realm masters and come back to dominate Qingshan City. With the help of Qingshan City's cultivation resources, he can break through the Xiantian Realm. After that, he can wipe out the surrounding forces and even get involved in Bafang City.

The first stop of his trip was Bafang City. He wanted to see how deep the water was in Bafang City, which would be helpful for his future plans.

You have to eat rice one bite at a time, and use the knife repeatedly. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. This matter needs to be done slowly and cannot be rushed.

After comforting Hu Liu, he returned to the courtyard and began to practice swordplay. Over and over again, he did not feel bored, but rather enjoyed it. Perhaps this was how he realized the rudiments of swordplay, while other warriors had not even achieved perfection in swordplay.

The destruction of the Tiger Gang caused quite a stir. The name of the instigator, Huang Feng, was mentioned again, and his name became more and more famous. Of course, it was a bad name, not a good name.

In just one year, he has destroyed two gangs that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and several masters with names and surnames have died at his hands.

Bai Tianlang, Feng Xianxing, and the Liu brothers were all top-notch masters of the third level of true qi, and without exception, they all died under his sword. It was terrifying to see such masters die at the hands of one person.

Therefore, some people call him a genius, some call him a killer, and some say he is the reincarnation of the star of death. There is nothing wrong with that. The deaths of nearly a thousand people in the Blood Wolf Gang and three to four thousand people in the Tiger Gang are all related to Huang Feng.

Of course Huang Feng didn't hear all this, nor did he care. He practiced swordsmanship every day and used the resources he obtained to buy pills.

Only the best-grade Qi Pills were of some help to him now, the upper-grade Qi Pills had little effect, and the best-grade Qi Pills were very expensive. With his current income, he could only buy three bottles of the best-grade Qi Pills a month.

The best Qi pills can only satisfy his cultivation. To be truly helpful to him, he needs a magical pill. At least a spiritual medicine that is nearly a thousand years old can make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds. Or a high-quality pill.

His technique is both internal and external, and the amount of elixirs he needs is more than that of an ordinary warrior. Even if he has realized the rudiments of the sword intent and can finely control the blood and qi, the resources he needs are more than those of the same level. Unless he can realize the sword intent and transform it into a form, the efficiency of absorbing elixirs will be even higher.

The internal and external cultivation method requires more resources. Of course, the warrior's foundation will be much deeper, which is also convenient for breaking through the realm. This path is more difficult than that of ordinary warriors, and the strength is much stronger than that of ordinary warriors.

At present, there are only two ways for Huang Feng to reduce his demand for cultivation resources.

One is to understand the sword's meaning and transform it into a shape.

This will allow for more precise control of the entire body, allowing for a more thorough absorption of the elixir, which will reduce the need for the elixir. Huang Feng plans to travel this route, hoping to make a breakthrough in his swordsmanship.

The second is to comprehend more advanced skills.

The Golden Goose Sword Technique is already a top-level superior technique, and the quality of the true qi and the absorption of the elixir are already very good. If the technique is taken to a higher level, not only will the quality of the true qi be stronger, but the absorption of the elixir will also be greatly improved. In comparison, it can also save a lot of elixir.

Geniuses are different from ordinary people.

Even if the world's most advanced skills were placed in front of ordinary people, they would not be able to get started, let alone practice. Ordinary people can only practice step by step. If they want to quickly improve their skills, they need a lot of elixirs.

Geniuses are different. They can practice top-notch techniques. Not only are they very powerful, but they don't necessarily need a lot of resources. For the same elixir, ordinary people can only absorb 30%, while geniuses can refine more than 90%.

Huang Feng can now refine about 90% of it, and he wants to go a step further. Although he cannot reach 100%, 99% is still possible.

After March.

Qingshan City was as peaceful as ever. No one mentioned the Tiger Gang anymore, and the Blood Wolf Gang had long been forgotten.

The only unexpected thing was that the two officers who had shown Huang Feng a show of power at the yamen gate that day suffered a stroke while visiting a brothel.

But they were all minor characters, and no one cared about them. After the two died, the brothel's madam paid some silver and the matter was hastily ended.

Some people speculated that it was Huang Feng who did it, but they didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of getting into trouble. This was certainly not done by Huang Feng, but by Hu Liu. He didn't have the time and energy to waste on such a trivial matter.

The death of the two officials did not cause much trouble. Even the government did not intervene. It was so peaceful that it made people feel a little creepy. It was like the calm before the storm.

Huang Feng also guessed a little bit. He had directly torn the county magistrate's face that day, and he would definitely think of a way to deal with him. After the two officials died, the county magistrate did not take any action, not even a fart, probably brewing a bigger conspiracy.

so what!

He was already in the late first-class stage and was about to comprehend a more advanced technique. Once he entered the half-step innate realm, even a strong innate realm expert might not be able to deal with him.

Anyone who dares to plot against him will have only one outcome!

dead!