Ting Shui didn't seem surprised and said with a smile, "It's nothing. Player is actually a term we call each other, which means people who play games."

"This title is interesting, but you strangers can't die, and you can indeed play in the world, but your strength is too weak."

Jiang Dali pretended to smile suddenly.

Ting Shui smiled and said, "We are weak now, but that may not be the case in the future. Do you think that if there are hundreds of thousands of aliens with the same strength as me in the future, will they become a big force that cannot be ignored?"

Jiang Dali pretended to be surprised, "You really dare to think about it. How can martial arts training be so easy?"

Ting Shui chuckled and shook his head, "So, you don't understand. You are considered a powerful person and should have some adventures.

In our opinion, you are a small-scale protagonist.

People like you are destined to be much stronger than ordinary people, but in a few years, you will find that there are many people among strangers who are stronger than you.

Don't believe it... Do you know how many years it took me to cultivate to my current strength? In fact, it only took two years.

How about it, are you surprised? The potential of our aliens is very terrifying."

Ting Shui turned around and looked at Jiang Dali with a half-smile.

Jiang Dali blinked slightly and showed a sluggish expression of surprise.

What a coincidence.

He has cultivated to his current strength.

It only took two years.

And strictly speaking, the period of explosive improvement in strength is actually within one or two months.

However, he will definitely not disclose this information to the other party.

Let the other party maintain this superior mentality and continue.

In a few years, the other party will discover a very disappointing fact - the leader of Heifeng Village will always be the master of Heifeng Village, and your uncle will always be your uncle!

"It's okay to be surprised. So, as long as you cooperate with us, your strength can be improved very quickly."

Ting Shui smiled lightly.

"We'll talk about this later when we go down. Don't forget, you also have a brother here with me. I'll take you to see him first."

Jiang Dali chuckled and changed the subject, before descending with the master of Ba Jue Hall.

He knows a saying: You'd better make your enemies underestimate your own strength, otherwise you'd better not have any enemies.

Although the leader of the Overlord Hall has extraordinary strength, excellent talent, and a very flexible mind, his vision is not comparable to that of ordinary players.

But in the end, he was still limited by inertial thinking and underestimated Jiang Dali.

If he is really just a native, maybe cooperating with the other party is really the best choice.

Unfortunately, his current identity is neither a player nor a native.

It's the wall hanging after rebirth.

Players may be cheating on the natives.

But someone like him who specializes in harvesting players is the king of cheaters.

After landing in the cottage with Ting Shui.

Jiang Dali personally sent this master player who had reached the explosive level to the dark cell.

At this time, the black cell had been rebuilt and its area had become larger.

It is located in a remote corner of the village near a cliff.

It looks empty and solid.

The floor is paved with cold black stone slabs.

The skylights of every cell were open, and when the cold wind howled at night, it was as cold as iron.

The swaying shadows of the surrounding trees give people a creepy feeling in the dead of night.

Such a prison cell is undoubtedly more cruel and torturing than before.

And if someone can practice martial arts in such a torturous place, eating and living with the masters in the cells, it will undoubtedly be the most training.

That kind of training is not only a training in martial arts, but also a mental training.

Of course, for prisoners who have been locked up there for a long time.

It may be a torture that is worse than life.

Jiang Dali planned to turn around and bring Wu Lie and Wu Changchun inside.

Then let these masters become the sparring partners for the copycat bandits and players.

“This place is very nice.”

When Ting Shui, the leader of Ba Jue Hall, saw such a dark prison, he smiled on his face.

Jiang Dali smiled lightly and said, "I hope you will be more satisfied with it as time goes by."

"Master, please come in!"

The gangster boy who was guarding the black cell immediately opened the door smartly.

One of the talkative boys said, "Zhai leader, since that sad knife was locked up here, he has been eating and drinking as usual every day. Other than that, he never speaks. He only writes and draws on the ground with his feet every day in the cell."

Painting, like crazy."

"oh?"

Jiang Dali's eyes flashed, and he led Ting Shui towards the cell where Sad Xiaodao was kept.

As they approached the cell, both Jiang Dali and Ting Shui's expressions changed slightly.

Qiqi noticed a faint but lingering sword intent.

This sword intent is like an idiot being hurt by love and having his heart slashed hard, making people feel sad and sad for no reason.

Faint knife wound, melancholy knife intention.

"Knife!"

Ting Shui's eyes became dark and pure, and he entered a state of selflessness. His body exuded a quiet and special aura, as if he was mentally communicating with the sad sword intention.

It seemed as if he was aware of the arrival of the two of them.

This sword intention also began to become stronger and stronger, like the autumn wind and winter rain that hurt people's hearts.

Buzz——

The golden-backed nine-ring sword behind Jiang Dali buzzed and trembled.

A majestic and intimidating sword intent burst out full of evil energy, directly breaking through the sad sword intent.

Miso——

The surrounding ground seemed to have been cut by invisible blades, plowing out criss-crossing traces.

At the same time, the two of them had also arrived in front of the cell door and saw the sad knife tied to a pillar in the cell, disheveled and dirty.

The other party also looked at the two of them at this time, but there was confusion in his eyes.

This confusion reveals a kind of emptiness, as if everything has been forgotten.

If there is anything else in his eyes, it has only one meaning - a sad knife intent.

"Selfless..."

Jiang Dali's eyes suddenly shrank.

"Selfless!"

Ting Shui's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Xiao Dao is indeed the only person in the entire Ba Jue Hall who is valued by him. Yun Yi and Feng Ying are both far behind.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Self-forgetfulness, as the name suggests, requires forgetting everything about oneself,

It's like removing everything else from your mind and immersing yourself in one thing.

Diligent practice only turns your empty hand into a wooden sword.

Entering the state of selflessness is when the wooden sword is replaced by an iron sword.

The artistic conception of selflessness pursues the ultimate, and the Sad Little Knife pursues the ultimate in the art of swordsmanship.

Once this kind of artistic state is understood and entered, the side effect is to forget even oneself, friends and relatives, and completely enter the state of "selflessness" that abandons everything.

At this moment, Jiang Dali felt amazed, complicated, and even a little envious.

These top players who had shined in their previous lives, although they were suppressed by him in this life, they are still stronger than ordinary players.

The artistic conception of martial arts realm!

This kind of mixed martial arts world is another unique feature. It can be said that for ordinary players, it is completely rare.
To be continued...