Chapter 5: Poison Dagger Martial Soul

At night, Xiao Yi stopped practicing.

Through the window edge, look at the stars and the moon in the sky.

The stars and the moon are no different from those of the earth.

The only difference is your own soul.

Perhaps, there is the same. Xiao Yi smiled as he looked at Yiyi who pushed the door in, holding the food in his hand.

"Master, it's time to eat." Yiyi said sweetly.

"Yeah." Xiao Yi nodded.

After a day of cultivation, the infuriating energy in the body became more and more intense, but it had not yet broken through the third level of the mortal realm.

Martial arts training is very difficult.

A warrior with poor aptitude will never break through to the day after tomorrow.

Even in the Xiao family, many adult clansmen are still in the mortal realm.

Once the breakthrough reaches the day after tomorrow, he will be automatically promoted to the family deacon, and he has a certain right to speak in the family, second only to the elders.

As for the deacon, there were only dozens of people in the big Xiao family.

If there were not those three body quenching pills today, I am afraid that Xiao Yi would need more time to advance to the second mortal realm.

Although he has a purple martial soul, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is very thin after all, far less than the speed of directly absorbing the power of medicinal pills.

"If only there were more body quenching pills." Xiao Yi thought to himself.

Of course, I just thought that although the Body Tempering Pill was only a first-grade pill, the price was not cheap, a dozen or so.

Ordinary ordinary families, a family of three, can't spend five taels of silver for a month's living expenses.

Even the children of a big family like the Xiao family only get twenty taels of pocket money a month.

In other words, with his own money, he could not buy two Body Tempering Pills in a month.

"At this speed, it will take at least four or five days to break through to the third level of the mortal realm." Xiao Yi was a little distressed.

If his thoughts were heard by other Xiao family children, they would definitely be scolded as perverted.

You must know that even for the children of the Xiao family, it will take at least a few months, or even longer, to break through the first level in the mortal realm.

Even Xiao Ruohan, a well-known genius of the Xiao family, possessed a powerful Huang rank martial spirit, and it took a full month to break through from the second level to the third level of the mortal realm.

The reason why Martial Soul determines the future of a Martial Artist is the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which affects the speed of cultivation.

The more advanced the martial spirit, the faster the cultivation speed.

"Yiyi, what are you doing?" Xiao Yi suddenly saw Yiyi turn and leave, and stopped.

"Master, I'm going back to the kitchen to eat." Yiyi replied timidly.

In the past, Xiao Yi never allowed Yiyi to eat at the same table. Moreover, only the worst leftovers are left in the kitchen for Yiyi.

Yiyi is always hungry.

"Sit down and eat together." Xiao Yi said.

"But, Master, you said that Yiyi is ugly, and eating with you will affect your mood, so..."

"If you want to sit down, sit down, what nonsense." Xiao Yi scolded.

Yiyi sat down timidly, her face full of unease.

"Eat it with vegetables." Xiao Yi said when he saw Yiyi Meng's head eating white rice.

"Oh." Yiyi glanced at Xiao Yi in fear, and found that Xiao Yi was not looking at him, so she carefully took the order.

"Meat too." Xiao Yi almost died of anger, but Yiyi really only served vegetables.

Although Yiyi is a little dumb, she is not dull.

On the contrary, Yiyi Bingxue was smart, witty and lovely when she was a child.

However, in front of Xiao Yi, she was always cautious.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, looked at Yiyi lightly, and said, "Give you ten seconds to eat the rest of the meal."

"Ah?" Yiyi was stunned for a while, and without thinking much, she immediately devoured it.

Just ten seconds later, the rice in the bowl has been emptied, but there are still many dishes on the table.

"Don't leave the rest,

Pack up and go back to the kitchen. "Xiao Yi's tone became imperative.

"Yeah." Yiyi still had a big mouthful of rice in her mouth that she couldn't swallow, so she could only make a vague hum, and then quickly cleaned up the tableware.

She was a little sad when she left.

"I was kicked out by the young master. Did I affect the young master's mood? The young master didn't eat a lot of food. The young master will be hungry tonight." Although Yiyi felt a little sad, she still thought of Xiao Yi for the first time. food and clothing.

....

Inside the room, Xiao Yi suddenly stood up and stretched.

"It's the first time I've met a colleague in this world, but it seems that the means are terrible." Xiao Yi grinned with a sneer.

"Come out, aren't you tired from watching on the roof for so long?" Xiao Yi seemed to be muttering to himself.

With a swoosh, a figure jumped down from the roof. It was a middle-aged man, wearing a night clothes, with a hideous scar on his face, full of killing intent.

"You found me?" the middle-aged man asked suspiciously, a little surprised.

Xiao Yi didn't answer and asked directly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "It's just a waste of the second level of the mortal realm, I will tell you with great mercy, lest you die without knowing who died in the hands, my name is Yang Fu."

"Yang Fu?" Xiao Yi had this person's name in his memory.

Yang Fu, nicknamed 'Poison Dagger', a mortal realm ninth-level warrior, a famous killer in Ziyun City.

This man's whereabouts are secretive and his methods are ruthless. For money, he can assassinate anyone for his employer, with many lives on his hands.

"It turned out to be a poison dagger, but with your concealment method, you can actually become a famous killer, tsk tsk." Xiao Yi said disdainfully.

Indeed, in the eyes of Xiao Yi, the former king of the killer world, this Yang Fu's concealment method was extremely crude and lowly.

At the time of the meal, when Yang Fu just came to the roof to ambush, Xiao Yi had already discovered him, so he found an excuse to let Yiyi leave.

Before it was changed, Xiao Yi could kill him with a single slap. But now, it's troublesome.

"Who asked you to help?" Xiao Yi asked.

"People who are dying, why ask more." Yang Fu sneered.

"If you don't tell me, I also know that there are only a few people who want my life. And Xiao Ruohan is the only one who can afford to pay for your famous killer." Xiao Yi said.

Yang Fu frowned, a little surprised, and said, "It seems that the famous waste of the Xiao family is not as simple as it seems."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he actually acquiesced.

"However, that's all there is to it. To collect money from others, to eliminate disasters for others. Since I have collected money, I can't let you live to see the sun of tomorrow." Yang Fu said, and walked towards Xiao Yi step by step.

He didn't want to create a branch outside the festival. After all, this was the Xiao family, one of the three major families in Ziyun City, and there were many warriors in the family who were born in the innate and acquired realm.

Xiao Yimi raised her eyes and looked at Yang Fu, who was gradually approaching, without panic.

There is a huge gap between the second level of the mortal realm and the ninth level.

At the second level of the mortal realm, the tiny infuriating energy in the body is at most enough for a warrior to hit a hundred kilograms.

As long as the ninth level of the mortal realm, this is a powerhouse who is only one step away from entering the acquired realm, and can easily hit thousands of pounds of strength, or even more.

For someone else, he must have been scared and overwhelmed at this moment.

But Xiao Yi was used to seeing strong winds and waves, so naturally he would not panic.

You can't fight, you can only outsmart. With his own skills and fighting experience, he should be able to save his life and delay time by adding some means.

Once the movement here is big, the innate elders in the family can immediately sense and come.

"Drink." Xiao Yi drank lowly and assumed a fighting stance.

"Hey." Yang Fu sneered disdainfully, and a pitch-black dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

This is his martial spirit, 'Poison Dagger', with a yellow rank.

A warrior with a weapon spirit can consume the infuriating energy in the body, temporarily condense the projection of the spirit, and use it for several purposes, exerting extremely strong combat power.

"Yang Fu, this is the Xiao family, and I am the head of the young family. If you kill me, you are not afraid of the Xiao family's revenge?" Xiao Yi asked coldly, looking for Yang Fu's flaws in his eyes.

"Retaliation? Haha, the children of your big family are born with family protection, have a lot of training resources, and practice quickly."

"And an ordinary martial artist like Lao Tzu has to work hard every day, even with his life, to get training resources."

"Otherwise, with my Huang-level martial spirit, I would have broken through to the acquired realm at this moment, and even the innate realm, and it is still the ninth level of the mortal realm."

"Hmph, your life is worth a lot of money. With this reward, I can buy more medicine pills, and I will soon be able to break through the day after tomorrow. When the time comes, your Xiao family can't do anything about me."

Yang Fu's heart had been twisted for a long time, and he was full of hatred and hostility towards Xiao Yi's family members.

"Don't worry, my poisonous dagger is very poisonous. As long as you get some on it, you will die quickly and won't be in pain for a long time." Yang Fu smiled sympathetically.

Before he came to Xiao Yiyi Mi, he had always been confident, and it was easy for him to kill a second mortal realm.

"Go to hell." Yang Fu stabbed Xiao Yi with his dagger.

Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed, his body twisted strangely, and he avoided the assassination.

One of the five unique shapes and meanings, the shape of a snake.