Transmigration begins with archery training

The only one walking around outside was Song Laowu.

Song Laowu hadn't been practicing bone-strengthening for long, and he was still using a low-level breathing technique from the martial arts world.

With the blessing of the Dragon and Elephant bloodline, Chen Sanshi's chances of winning are uncertain, but he is guaranteed to escape unscathed.

Zhao Qiao, unaware of these circumstances, said worriedly, "Stone, let's run!"

"Uncle Zhao, you're overthinking it. Nothing will happen."

Chen Sanshi's ears twitched slightly: "Someone's here again. You should go inside and hide."

He heard groups of people rushing toward him from both ends of the village.

……

"You bastards! Why didn't you stop them?"

Song Laowu ran as fast as he could, with one of his disciples struggling to keep up behind him.

"Fifth Master, he's the eldest disciple, how can we stop him?"

"These are troublesome times, why does this idiot always like to cause trouble? We shouldn't have taken him in in the first place!"

Song Laowu looked solemn.

A few hours ago, his father, who was still recovering from his injuries, was invited by Xiang Tingchun to a banquet at Babaolou Restaurant, and has not returned since.

It must be because of the supply of money and food.

Xiang Tingchun will definitely try every means to make things difficult for them.

Just then, he learned that Huang Tao had led a group to attack Chen Sanshi.

If we hurt that kid, wouldn't we be handing over our leverage to the Xiang family?

"What's going on with you guys?!"

When Song Laowu was almost at his destination, he encountered a large group of his own disciples running out of the village.

"Fifth Master?!"

The martial arts students, who had been terrified, regained their senses after seeing him.

"Fifth Master, something terrible has happened! Murder...murder!"

"You killed Chen Sanshi?!"

Song Laowu sensed something was wrong.

He had seen that kid on Tiger Head Mountain last time. Although he was powerful, he was still just a junior officer who had achieved the minor stage of Blood Refinement.

Huang Tao brought over thirty fellow disciples with him, seven or eight of whom had already achieved minor success in blood cultivation.

If they surround and attack, Chen Sanshi will definitely suffer.

However, the answer that followed was quite the opposite.

"Do not……"

The disciple gasped, "That soldier went on a killing spree! He killed so many of our people!"

"what?!"

Song Laowu quickened his pace.

When they arrived at the scene, they saw corpses all over the ground.

Huang Tao, Wei Xu, and several other true disciples.

Song Laowu looked at Chen Sanshi, who was sitting upright on horseback, and flew into a rage.

"How dare you, you brat?!"

These true disciples were cultivated with a great deal of effort.

Were we just slaughtered like chickens and dogs?

Hasn't he already achieved minor success in Blood Refinement?

Another breakthrough?

Even if Huang Tao had mastered the Blood Refinement technique, and had many helpers by his side, why was he all killed? Were they all useless?!

After the initial shock, Song Laowu was once again consumed by rage. He roared, "Haven't you gone too far? Men, men, seize him!"

The disciples who had been frightened away earlier, now with their own Fifth Master, a master of bone-refining realm, personally overseeing them, regained their courage, drew their swords, and cautiously approached the white swan horse.

"Who dares to make a move?!"

Just now.

A voice, both old-fashioned and cunning, rang out.

Xu Wencai rushed back, breathless.

Behind him followed officers and soldiers from the Poyang Thousand-Household Garrison.

Fang Zongqi led the charge, followed by Xu Bin, Zhu Tong, Wang Li, and others.

The total number of people was forty or fifty.

"..."

Chen Sanshi hadn't noticed Xu Wencai before; it seems he went back to call for reinforcements.

The garrison soldiers, armed with spears, stood in two rows on either side of him, forming a standoff with the martial arts school disciples.

"grown ups!"

Xu Wencai said breathlessly, "Commander Wang and Commander Xiang are not in the camp. I only found Commander Fang!"

"How could so many people have died?"

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Fang Zongqi knew that things had gotten out of hand.

He forced a smile and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "Fifth Master Song, is there some misunderstanding?"

"You motherfucker!"

Song Laowu lost control of his emotions: "You're saying it's a misunderstanding that so many of my people were killed?"

"What are you all doing here? Are you going to kill me too?!"

"Of course I wouldn't dare."

Fang, the commander, tried to smooth things over: "How about this, let Commander Chen go back with us first, and we'll discuss how to handle it after Commander Chen returns."

"No need for you!"

Song Laowu was furious: "Today, I will personally capture him alive and bring him before Xiang Tingchun to see how he plans to explain himself to me!"

He snatched a sword from one of his disciples and prepared to fight himself.

"Commander Chen!"

Fang Ping lowered his voice and advised, "You go first, let's stall for time... Wait, what are you doing?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man beside him had already drawn his spear and spurred his horse forward.

"He's training his bones!"

Fang Ping was powerless to stop them and could only watch helplessly as the two collided at extremely high speed.

"There's a world of difference between cultivating blood and cultivating bones, where do you get the audacity?!"

Song Laowu's blood and qi erupted, and the tendons in his body suddenly swelled up, climbing and wrapping around his bones inch by inch, making popping sounds. His muscles bulged and knotted, making him look like a humanoid beast.

The moment he moved, his feet left deep craters in the yellow mud ground, the scenery on both sides rushed past, and in an instant he was only about ten steps away from the white horse. The sword in his hand roared like thunder, and his speed was as fast as lightning.

Thunder Sword Technique!

Song Laowu was burning with rage.

He stared at the reed spear raised high in the boy's hand, preparing to dodge the attack and quickly close in, first killing the warhorse, then cutting off the boy's arm, and finally capturing him alive.

When they were about seven steps away, a cold light suddenly flashed.

Before I knew it, the spearhead was already piercing my face!

Song Laowu had clearly focused all his attention on the spear, yet he didn't even notice when his opponent made a move. How did he manage that?!

He quickly abandoned his offensive stance and instead used his sword to parry.

After exchanging blows, neither side stopped advancing, passing each other by.

The long sword in Song Laowu's hand trembled incessantly, and the anger on his face lessened, replaced by astonishment.

This move.

He didn't gain any advantage; at most, he only had a slight edge in terms of power due to the suppression of his cultivation level.

Chen Sanshi reined in his horse and stopped, which was equally difficult for him.

Song Laowu has only just entered the stage of bone training, yet he possesses such formidable strength. Bone training martial artists should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, he has the blood of the dragon and elephant, which can make up for most of the gap. As long as he goes all out, he may not be a match for him.

"Come again!"

Song Laowu launched another attack.

The others watched them fight, unsure of what to do.

"He's only just broken through to the Great Perfection stage, yet he can already spar with a Bone Refining martial artist?!"

Fang Ping couldn't believe it.

But the situation was urgent, and he couldn't afford to be surprised: "We can't let them fight any longer. No matter who gets hurt, there's no way to end this. We need to find Commander Qian!"

What a coincidence!

Not long ago, a large number of personnel from the Thousand Household Office were transferred away.

Several centurions, including Wang Zhi and Liu Jinkui, were escorting a cartload of goods to the county town, seemingly on some mission.