The seller of the heavens

In the evening, in an upper room of the inn.

After Jiang Chen drank a few sips of ginseng wine, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice his inner strength silently.

During this period of time, he made a lot of ginseng wine, many of which were brewed with 200-300-year-old mountain ginseng.

The strong wine entered the throat, flowed from the throat to the stomach like fire, and then turned into a warm current in the abdomen and spread out.

The mellow medicinal power was slowly absorbed by the body, and Jiang Chen gradually felt a slight fever inside and outside his body, limbs and bones, and his whole body was as warm as soaking in a hot spring.

After this period of experimentation, Jiang Chen also came to a conclusion that ginseng wine does have an effect on the cultivation of internal strength, but the effect is not as great as he expected.

A pot of wine made from a century-old ginseng mixed with other traditional Chinese medicines may be worth a month of practice after drinking, and the medicinal power of this wine cannot be superimposed infinitely, it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

The internal force flows through the meridians, like a stream, slowly digesting and absorbing the medicinal power of the ginseng wine.

Jiang Chen's breath was lingering, faintly present.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a slight abnormal sound coming from outside the window.

"Um?"

Frowning, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, and could vaguely see a figure of Mohu lying outside the window.

Then a thin bamboo tube pierced through the soaked window paper and inserted in.

call!

A puff of white smoke slowly spewed out from the bamboo tube, slowly spreading and floating in the room, accompanied by the faint fragrance of flowers.

This scene reminded Jiang Chen of the martial arts dramas he had watched before, when those flower pickers went to pick flowers, they would often spew misty smoke first.

"Which flower picker am I being targeted by???"

Such a thought flashed subconsciously in Jiang Chen's mind, and his expression was a bit stunned.

He held his breath, performed lightness kung fu, got out of bed without a sound, floated behind the window, then reached out his hand suddenly, pierced through the window paper like lightning, and grabbed the figure outside the window.

After catching the person coming, Jiang Chen suddenly exerted force in his hand and pulled it inward.

Peng!

A figure in black slammed through the window, was dragged into the room by Jiang Chen, and dropped to the ground.

Before the other party could react, Jiang Chen raised his leg and kicked it out.

With a crisp sound from Kacha, one leg of the man in black was kicked off by Jiang Chen, and he couldn't help but let out a painful scream:

"ah!"

At the same time, an exclamation came from outside the window:

"No, I was discovered, hurry up, let the arrow go!"

stop!

stop! stop!

The next moment, with the sharp sound of piercing through the air, seven or eight sharp arrows suddenly shot into the room from the window.

However, most of the arrows missed, only two sharp arrows hit Jiang Chen's body, making a crisp sound of ding ding, and even failed to break Jiang Chen's skin.

'It seems that it is not a flower picker, but a member of the White Lotus Sect. '

Seeing that the other party is not alone, but has a group of companions, and is acting viciously and viciously, killing people at every turn, such a thought suddenly flashed in Jiang Chen's mind.

The only faction he offended after arriving in the provincial capital was the White Lotus Sect.

This White Lotus Sect is a cult in the first place, and it does things unscrupulously. It is not incomprehensible to send someone to kill him at night.

Worried that the other party still had guns, Jiang Chen dodged and hid by the wall. While dodging, he raised his hand to grab the two arrows hanging on his clothes, and flung them out of the window with his backhand.

stop!

The two arrows let out a sharp whistling sound, and shot out at an extremely fast speed.

"ah!"

There was a short and shrill scream from outside the window.

"Be careful, everyone, he also has a bow and arrow."

Then, another voice issued a reminder.

As if frightened by the arrows thrown by Jiang Chen, the rain of arrows outside the window paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Chen lifted the man in black on the ground as a shield, kicked his feet, accelerated his body suddenly, and rushed towards the window.

Peng!

With a bang, the window shattered, and Jiang Chen brought the man in black down from the second floor. At the same time, his eyes quickly scanned the audience, and he saw that there were about ten people who attacked him, and several of them were on the ground. A few more were on the roof across the street, still holding bows and arrows.

Jiang Chen felt relieved as he didn't see any guns.

Katsa!

The moment Jiang Chen landed on the ground, a powerful force burst out from under his feet, like a huge boulder falling down, and the bluestone slab on the ground was suddenly shattered by his stepping on it.

Peng, Peng, Peng!

He kicked the broken stones with his right leg several times like lightning.

Pieces of crushed rocks shot out like arrows from a string, with violent force and a shrill sound of piercing through the air, they slammed into the bodies of the sneak attackers.

A series of piercing bones shattered, accompanied by the muffled groans and screams of the man in black.

The power on Jiang Chen's feet is terrifying, the stones kicked out by him are like shells, with astonishing destructive power, as long as they are hit, they will immediately end up with broken bones.

Moreover, his control of power is extremely delicate, and the stones he kicks are almost perfect, making it extremely difficult to dodge.

There was an unlucky man in black who was hit on the head by a fist-sized gravel, and his whole head burst open like a watermelon in an instant, splashing red and white all over the ground.

There was also a man in black who was hit in the abdomen by a stone. Immediately, he felt that the intestines in his abdomen were broken by an extremely violent force, and he was in constant pain. Jue stomped his feet and muttered:

"Magic body protection, magical power... poof!"

Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed, and it gushed out wildly, and the blood was mixed with fragments of organs.

Pum-pum-pum!

Jiang Chen's legs brought up a series of afterimages, and he kept kicking out stones, showing his miraculous kicking skills.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he kicked out more than a dozen pieces of gravel, knocking down all the attackers to the ground and losing their ability to fight.

During the period, two men in black shot back with arrows, but they only hit the human shield in Jiang Chen's hand, and failed to hurt Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen looked at the man in his hand, and asked:

"Aren't you from the White Lotus Sect?"

This man was kicked with a broken leg and shot with two more arrows. It seemed that he didn't have much time to live, but he still acted fiercely. He stared at Jiang Chen with blood-red eyes, his eyes were full of hatred, and his expression was crazy. ferocious:

"You monster, master will not let you go, hahahaha."

He cracked his mouth and laughed, his mouth was full of blood, and he looked extremely terrifying.

Jiang Chen was too lazy to argue with this kind of fanatic, so he loosened his hand, threw the person to the ground, and then kicked him out.

With a bang, the man's neck suddenly twisted into a weird angle, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he lost his breath.

"Don't worry, your master will come to compensate you soon."

Jiang Chen said, walked forward, and silenced the remaining men in black one by one.

Since these people came to kill him, he naturally wouldn't hold back from them.

After taking care of the killer sent by the White Lotus Sect, he randomly found an empty room in the inn, Jiang Chen settled down safely, and continued to practice internal strength.