Chapter 104 It Turns Out to Be a Trial Version!

Song Shuhang happily opened the last file, and then quickly closed it with a disappointed look on his face.

This set of 'temporary sword control skills' turned out to be the failed product of Master Tongxuan's experiment of 'lowering the level of sword control skills'.

Later, the master modified it and used it for his disciples to experience the 'sword control technique' in advance.

First, Master Tongxuan will bury a special formation inside a flying sword and store some of his own spiritual power in the flying sword. After that, low-level disciples can temporarily use and experience the magic of sword control through a set of activation commands, incantations and fingerprints.

However, the spiritual power stored by Master Tongxuan is limited, and this temporary sword control technique cannot last long. Therefore, it is also called the trial version of temporary sword control.

This temporary sword control technique was so thorough that even if Song Shuhang learned it, it would be useless. After reading it from beginning to end, he closed the folder.

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. In the evening, we agreed to invite Yangde and Tubo to eat ten-flavored fish heads. There are still six or seven hours left, which is just enough to practice a few times. Time is money, and young people will not work hard. , Boss is so sad!"

When he started practicing the "Basic Vajra Boxing Technique" this time, for some reason, the silly uncle's face always appeared in front of Song Shuhang's eyes.

So he hit harder with every punch!

After the last set of punches, even the energy and blood value generated seemed to be a little more?

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Jiangnan Fourth People's Hospital, Ward.

Sima Jiang stood up from the hospital bed, lit a cigarette and looked out the window quietly.

"Mr. Sima, we've brought him here." The man in a suit with glasses outside the hospital door said.

Sima Jiang gritted his teeth: "Bring him in."

The door was pushed open, and a group of fat and muscular men brought the tightly tied robbers into the ward.

Sima Jiang turned around and stared at the robber coldly: "I'm a coward, do you still recognize me?"

The robber looked up at Sima Jiang and suddenly smiled: "I understand."

Before, because he was not strong enough to face so many guns, he had to give in temporarily. But now...this small ward and the bodyguards outside,

Can't stop him!

To capture the thief, capture the king first. As long as he captures the handsome man in front of him, he can escape with the hostage intact.

As for the rope tied to him...how could it really tie him up?

The robber struggled briefly, and the rope on his body was freed. With a movement of his body, he shot towards Sima Jiang like an arrow from a string, at a terrifyingly fast speed.

His right hand turned into a claw and clasped towards Sima Jiang's throat, intending to capture him as a hostage!

However, when he saw the robber suddenly break free from the rope, Sima Jiang didn't have a trace of fear in his eyes.

At the door of the ward, the man in a suit with glasses pushed up his glasses and gently pressed a remote control button with his right hand.

"Bang! Bang!" Two inaudible explosions.

The robber's eyes were wide open as he jumped in the air. His legs were blown off from the knees, and he was bleeding profusely.

This was a trick that Sima Jiang's people had done from the very beginning. It could prevent the robbers from escaping and also prepare for accidents.

"Ah..." Screaming like a slaughtering pig, the robber fell from the air and rolled in pain on the ground.

Sima Jiang nodded, and two men who looked like doctors came up and calmly injected medicine into the robbers and bandaged the wounds of the severed limbs.

After a while.

The robber sat quietly in the corner, his eyes dull. His legs are broken?

It's over, everything is over!

Without his legs, how can he talk about cultivation?

His life, everything about him, was completely over.

Sima Jiang put out the cigarette butt and looked down at the robber: "I'm scared, don't you want to continue jumping?"

The robber looked helpless and said nothing.

"I'm too lazy to ask your name and origin. I just want to ask, where is the express delivery you snatched from me now?" Sima Jiang asked in a deep voice.

"Haha." The robber rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you going to say that? I just like tough bones like you." Sima Jiang gave a thumbs up, then took out an iron rod from nowhere and hit the robber on the head hard, killing him. Po Xue Liu: "I'll return this stick to you!"

"Then you'll tell everything you know, I promise!"

"Take him down and let him have a taste of our methods!"

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In less than ten minutes, the robbers were quickly recruited.

He recruited very openly, not because of how powerful Sima Jiang and others were in extracting confessions, but because he just wanted revenge!

He honestly described his senior brother's current position and appearance - just waiting for Sima Jiang and others to go find his senior brother!

The senior brother is an inner disciple of Yue Dao Sect, with a second-level cultivation level. Isn’t it easy to deal with these ordinary people?

Even if it really happens that Senior Brother capsizes in the gutter and is plotted against by these ordinary people - that will be a matter of universal celebration!

That bastard stole his invisible divine sword and pretended to offer it to the sect master. If he hadn't been weak in strength, he would have fought him to the death!

Sima Jiang and his senior brother were both the objects of his disgust. Dogs bitten each other, and he was happy to see them! It would be better if both sides suffer losses.

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to reveal that the other party was his senior brother and that he was very powerful. He only said that it was his accomplice who lived with him, and now the express delivery and the items in it were in his hands.

Sima Jiang lit up a cigarette again and took a long puff.

"It's best that what you say is true. If you dare to lie to me, I will make your life worse than death." Sima Jiang said harshly. In a legal society, it is not good to kill people. After all, they are legal and good citizens.

But there are many ways to make a person's life worse than death.

For example, throwing him into a special prison for a period of time, during which he was forced to change his views on love... and then making people line up to pick up his soap every day.

"According to his description, find his companions!" Sima Jiang said solemnly.

"With such a specific description, we can dig out this guy's companions tomorrow at the latest and leave them to us." The man in a suit with glasses pushed up his glasses, looking confident.

"The sooner the better!" Sima Jiang nodded.

I hope there won’t be any further complications...

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Half past four in the evening.

Song Shuhang practiced the boxing technique seven times and used two Qi and Blood Pills.

The number of qi and blood pills is getting less and less, but the qi and blood value in the heart orifice is getting more and more, and there are already about 20 qi and blood values.

Now just by closing your eyes and concentrating, you can feel the warm current swaying in your heart! As long as more than thirty qi and blood values ​​are condensed in the body, the physique can undergo another transformation, and then the 'qi and blood values' that can be cultivated in a day will be even more.

Seeing that it was almost time, Shuhang finished his training.

I found a bathroom at the pharmacist's place and took a shower. I washed away the impurities and sweat discharged from my body during practice, and put on the change of clothes I had prepared long ago.

Then he trotted all the way to Shixiang Yutou and booked a room.

"Yang De, I'll bring Tu Bo, Gao Moumou and the others to Shi Xiang Yu Tou later. I've booked a room, a private room!" Shuhang called Yang De.

"No problem, we'll be there soon!" Yang De chuckled, turned to look at his roommate next to him, and said with a smile: "Ready, Ten-flavored fish head, let's go, Ah Hang's treat."

Tubo, Gao Moumou and Zhuge Zhongyang were beside him.

"Ahang's treat for ten-flavored fish head?" Gao Moumou rolled his eyes, quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? Classmate Lu Fei? It's me, Gao Moumou. Do you still remember Shuhang said he wanted to treat ten-flavored fish head? Yes, yes, I've invited you too. Can you get ready and go there quickly? Private room? Well, it's a private room!" Gao Moumou pushed up his glasses, and the light of wisdom reflected on the mirror...