"If you want to get better martial arts and practice more time, you must continue to complete tasks."

Shi Xiaole thought about it, but after all, he did not impulse to stimulate the task to the system.

His martial arts skills are low now, so it would be fine if he stimulated a one-star mission. If he was lucky and stimulated a five-star mission, it would be funny.

What's more, who knows what the difficulty of a one-star mission is.

Anyway, this matter is too urgent, and if it is not done properly, it will cause death.

Shi Xiaole can't gamble.

After a while, it was too late. He hurried to the kitchen of the Huajian Sect for supper, then returned to the house, sat cross-legged on the bed, with five hearts facing the sky, and began to silently use the basic martial arts and techniques of the Huajian Sect.

After a while, a light white air emerged from Shi Xiaole's nostrils and surrounded him like a little snake.

In his feelings, there was a stream of energy in his body, which was transported to an inch or three minutes below his navel along the route of his mind, which was what ordinary people call the lower dantian.

The martial arts realm in this world includes breaking the three elixirs, breaking the three levels, and mastering the three elixirs. The realm of storing Qi is the first realm among the three elixirs.

"It's strange. In the original owner's memory, it's considered a middle-class position in the Sword Drawing School. Why is this luck so simple in my opinion?"

An hour later, Shi Xiaole opened his mouth and sucked, and woke up from entering into meditation.

He had a feeling that it seemed that it would not take long before he could break through to the third level of Qi storage. Shi Xiaole judged that this was not due to the accumulation of the original owner, or it was just part of the reason.

The bigger reason lies in myself.

"Soul fusion, so practicing martial arts is twice the result with half the effort?"

Shi Xiaole talked to himself.

"Forget it, it's a good thing anyway. I can't figure it out for the time being, so why bother to explore so much?"

A little tired, Shi Xiaole simply stopped thinking about it, blew out the candlelight in the room, took off his clothes and fell on the bed, and fell asleep in a short while.

Nothing happened overnight.

As soon as the next day was dawn, Shi Xiaole had already washed up and began to practice Huashan sword technique in the yard. By the way, he practiced the basic sword technique of the sword painting sect several times.

This is the benefit of personal disciples. They have independent courtyards and don’t have to worry about being disturbed.

Unfortunately, peace was quickly broken by several uninvited guests.

Bang!

The gate of the courtyard was kicked open with a kick and hit the wall. Several disciples of the Sword Painting Sect, who looked arrogant, walked in with great swagger.

Shi Xiaole stopped and stared at them.

"Oh, Junior Brother Shi is so diligent! Others are still sleeping, so you get up to practice. It's really a piece of material for martial arts masters."

The leader was seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and thin. When he said this, everyone else laughed.

"It's not easy for you guys. Just to get up so early in order to get off."

Shi Xiaole's voice was dull.

In my memory, it was these people who bully the original owner for a long time, sometimes fighting alone, sometimes fighting in groups, and simply treating bullying the original owner as a joy in life.

The original owner was stoic and withdrawn, with a little cowardly personality. He never told the leader the original reason, and always wanted to take revenge after his martial arts advancement.

This stupid child has suffered so many sins in vain.

"Junior Brother Shi, your health has recovered?"

Yang Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Yesterday, I didn't do anything serious. I thought I had killed this kid, which made them scared. If I hadn't heard the news from others, I would have almost scattered my fingers and ran away.

This kid is so good. He is practicing martial arts quietly. He deserves to die!

Shi Xiaole said calmly: "A few senior brothers are so serious about whether they are healthy or not, don't you know?"

Yang Yuan said: "Junior Brother Shi, don't swear at others! When did I do it? You missed yesterday's annual test and were expelled from the Sword Drawing Sect. Don't blame us for your mistakes."

Exited from the Sword Painting School?

Shi Xiaole was shocked and suddenly remembered that yesterday was the annual test of the Sword School. According to the rules of the Sword School, disciples who have joined the Sect for a year must pass the test.

Even if it is the head of the sect's personal disciple, it is no exception.

Shi Xiaole looked at the people opposite him, and a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes. These guys didn't do it early or late, but they just picked yesterday. They really had good intentions.

"Shi Xiaole, what are your eyes? Believe it or not, I dug your eyes!"

Yang Yuan took a step forward and shouted angrily.

Usually, Shi Xiaole had to be scared and trembled all over, which was also the fun of Yang Yuan.

But today, Shi Xiaole's body trembled, and his eyes didn't blink, just said, "Digging my eyes? OK, come here and try it."

Yang Yuan was stunned, and the others were also stunned.

After Yang Yuan was choked for the first time, he showed a sneer: "It seems that when you learned that you were expelled from the sect, Shi Xiaole, you are desperate. Haha, I don't know anything like a dog. Come on, pack your luggage and go home to play with your coquettish aunt. Tsk tsk, your aunt's figure is so sexy..."

Before he finished speaking, a sword came to him.

Shi Xiaole's sword.

"Dog bastard, you're looking for death."

Yang Yuan smiled grimly, used the internal force of the three levels of hidden energy, sideways and flew towards Shi Xiaole's face.

Facing others, he would not underestimate the enemy so much, but Shi Xiaole had only been practicing martial arts for less than a year, and he was still basic swordsmanship, so he was more than enough to deal with him.

Yang Yuan will never know that today's Shi Xiaole is not yesterday's Shi Xiaole, and he is also destined to pay the price for his carelessness.

Shi Xiaole twisted his wrist and did not avoid it. The sword tip rubbed his fist and stabbed Yang Yuan's shoulder from the oblique side.

This strange and dangerous sword, like a death-ending sword, made the others unable to help but exclaim.

laugh.

One inch long and one inch strong, the sword tip first pierced into Yang Yuan's shoulder. Shi Xiaole's body shortened, avoiding Yang Yuan's fist, and then pulled the sword and stabbed it again.

"Damn it, ah..."

Yang Yuan was injured again, screamed, and blood flowed down from his shoulders.

However, Shi Xiaole kept stabbing seven or eight swords in a row. The hissing sound made the other people feel numb, which contrasted with Shi Xiaole's calm eyes, which was a kind of horror.

"Your mouth is so stinky."

Shi Xiaole twitched his backhand and almost used all his strength. With a puff, Yang Yuan fell to the ground, his mouth was covered in blood, and he screamed in whimper.

"You guys come here and let me learn about your skills."

Holding a sword in one hand, Shi Xiaole looked at the remaining people.

He was able to beat Yang Yuan because he was surprised, and the other party was careless. Otherwise, even if he was a genius, he would not be sure to defeat Yang Yuan after practicing for an hour or two.

The remaining few people are all in the third level of hiding Qi. If they really want to rush forward, how can Shi Xiaole beat him?

So he took the initiative to provoke, using Yang Yuan's miserable appearance and his expressionless aura to scare those people.

As it turns out, those people were really frightened.

They are all teenagers, and they are fine if they are fists and kicks, but if they really want to kill people, they have no courage.

Especially just now, Shi Xiaole stabbed seven or eight swords in a row, and she wished she could stab a big hole in Yang Yuan's body, which was really scary.

"You, Shi Xiaole, you willfully stab your fellow disciple, and you deserve to die."

"Shi Xiaole, wait, wait until the elder comes to deal with you."

Several people raised Yang Yuan on the ground and ran out without looking back.

Shi Xiaole let out a long sigh, but a bitter smile in his heart.

Just now, when Yang Yuan was humiliating his aunt, he was inexplicably angry and couldn't help but take action. It seemed that he was still influenced by the original owner.

The most important thing is that every time he thinks of that aunt's vague appearance, in addition to respect and love, he also has a kind of hazy thought that a little boy cannot speak of.

Shaking his head, Shi Xiaole tried hard to get rid of distracting thoughts, then suddenly his eyes slashed and stabbed nearly two inches into his left chest with a sword. He groaned, endured the pain and squeezed a basin of water, washed the sword, and then dispose of the water. Then he pretended to start tying a bandage.

After a while, an old man in gray came to the door with a group of disciples angrily.

"Shi Xiaole, you are guilty of harming your fellow disciples!"

The Sword Drawing Sect prohibits private fights, and small fights are still tolerant. Once a knife and gun are used, the portal can be cleaned according to the rules.

The elder was about to scold him, but when he saw Shi Xiaole's face was pale and bleeding on his shoulders, he was stunned.

Everyone else was very surprised.

The most surprising thing was that Yang Yuan and the others were all unaware of the situation in front of them.

Shi Xiaole frowned and asked, "Great Elder, when did the boy harm his fellow disciples?"

The Great Elder snorted: "You stabbed Yang Yuan with a sword just now, and you wished you could kill him. Is this true?"

Shi Xiaole shook his head.

"Shameless!"
To be continued...