On the bronze mirror with a broken corner, a pale and boring face was reflected.

After staring at this face for a long time, Lin Yong had to accept a reality: he was no longer the Lin Yong who was familiar with whom he was playing the world, but had become Lin Yong, a martial servant in the Great Yue Dynasty, including the third-class Wuwei, and the Great Yue Dynasty!

I tried hard to shake my head. The last memory of my previous life was to fall asleep physically and mentally exhausted. After waking up, I came to this world called the Dayue Dynasty.

Holding up the large thick porcelain bowl, Lin Yong poured the water from the bowl into his stomach in one breath. The cold water made his body twitch and his whole body quickly woke up a lot.

The memory of this master quickly emerged. After sorting it out, Lin Yong had a general understanding of the environment he was in.

Thousands of years ago, Taizu of Dayue killed Qinglong and stabilized the world. In order to suppress the major sects, Zhenwuwei established the four directions to supervise the four directions.

Zhenwuwei is everywhere in Dayue, originally just to deal with warriors who do not listen to discipline, but with frequent strange phenomena, the targets of Zhenwuwei's dealing with have also changed from ordinary warriors to various ghosts and monsters!

Lin Yong was originally a disciple of the Lieyang Sect. Three months ago, according to the sect's arrangement, he entered Zhenwuwei and became a third-class martial soldier guarding Qingyang Town!

Before entering Zhenwuwei, Lin Yong was still full of expectations for entering Zhenwuwei, but after entering half a month, Lin Yong regretted it.

The probability of losing a warrior in Zhenwuwei and the third grade of Zhenwuwei is 70% in one year!

Nine days ago, Lin Yong drew the task of posting a soul-suppressing talisman to the Xijian ancient tomb.

Lin Yong originally thought this task was very simple, but he never expected that the Ximian ancient tomb, which had no abnormal movements on weekdays, would be so gloomy at night.

The cold and cold air around the tomb made Lin Yong feel pain like a needle. Although the first round of posting of the night was completed in just half an hour, Lin Yong, who was originally quite weak in qi and blood, couldn't get sick after returning.

In the end, the Lord, who was in endless weakness, was occupied by himself.

This body is still very weak at this time. After taking two steps, I feel like I feel weak all over my body. Lin Yong could even feel a cold current running inside his body.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A hurried knock on the door came from outside. Just as Lin Yong was hesitating whether to open the door, the door was already pushed open rudely.

"Wang Laoliu, why are you knocking on the door? Maybe this kid will die long ago. It's really a bad time to die. I have to draw lots to put talismans on the ancient tomb of Ximeng!"

The cursing voice spit out from a strong man's mouth. When he saw Lin Yong, he was shocked.

Obviously, he never expected that Lin Yong would stand in the room as if nothing had happened at this time.

"Haha, still alive? OK!" The thick man was surprised and happy: "Lin Yong, please prepare well. The night after tomorrow, you will have to go to the Xizhai ancient tomb tomb for a walk!"

Before Lin Yong could answer, the stout man's eyes had already fallen on Lin Yong's shabby table.

There was a gray stone the size of a baby's fist on the table, which was not too conspicuous under the dim light.

But the stout man's eyes were full of greed.

Lin Yong's eyes also fell on the stone, and the memories of the stone filled his heart.

This is a level one spirit stone, and it is also the money that the owner has worked hard for.

According to the rules of Zhenwuwei, subordinates who accept dangerous tasks will receive a reward. This first-level spirit stone is Lin Yong's reward.

"It's useless to keep this thing, I'll put it away for you first." The strong man said as he reached out to grab the first level of spirit stone.

The first-level spirit stone is worth 100 taels of silver, which is very valuable in the Dayue Dynasty. Now this stout man obviously wants to take advantage of Lin Yong.

This master is a cowardly person, and he is afraid of a strong man. Faced with such a tough man, his greatest possibility is to obey.

But Lin Yong was holding a stream of evil fire, how could he succeed?

"Luo San, let me go."

The thick man Luo San's hand stopped in the air. He looked up and down at Lin Yong's thin body with a look on his face, and then said annoyedly: "What did you say?"

"I'll let you go now!" Lin Yong's voice was faint, but it had an unquestionable smell.

Luo San smiled and stepped forward and said, "Boy, it seems that you didn't get rid of the house for three days. You need to deal with it, right? Come on, I'll just be able to gesture with you while I have time!"

While speaking, Luo Sanyi stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Yong's clothes fiercely.

Luo San's move was very fast. Even if Lin Yong's qi and blood were not deficient, it would be difficult to avoid it at this time, let alone now.

"If you take this spirit stone, then I will tell Cheng Tou that you will take over the task of appending the soul-suppressing talisman to the ancient tomb of Ximiao."

Lin Yong's words were not too slow, but Luo San's face suddenly became stiff.

He is not afraid of Lin Yong, but he is afraid of the command of Cheng Qianshan!

Once Cheng Qianshan sent him to take over Lin Yong's task, although his cultivation is not weak, he cannot guarantee that he will be able to escape unstoppable.

But, just watching the advantage without taking advantage is not a fool? How can he be content with this?

"Luo San, let's go, why bother with a dying person?" A young man with a thin face walked in quickly.

Luo San immediately went down the donkey with a step, and smiled and said, "Boy, Wang Laoliu pleads with you, I won't be as good as you."

"Hehe, I'll take this spirit stone when you die!"

While talking, Luo San and the other two left Lin Yong's room. Lin Yong didn't care much about Luo San's threat. What he thought the most was Luo San's words - he would go to the ancient tomb of Xiwu tomorrow to paste talismans!

Lin Yong, who has integrated the memory of this master, knows very well that if his body is pasted with talismans, it will be a dead end!

The reborn self is not much better than the original owner Lin Yong!

If you do not paste the talisman, follow the rules of Zhenwuwei, those who disobey the orders will be killed!

As for escaping, this choice sounds good, but according to the owner's memory, almost all those who escaped from Zhenwuwei are dead.

Even the strong are like this, let alone Lin Yong's current half-waste situation!

What to do? Can you really be dead?

Although I came to this world for no reason, Lin Yong, who felt that he would never survive this time, would really not want to die at this time!

Sitting on the wooden pier one foot high, Lin Yong grabbed the spirit stone, and while playing with it, he was thinking about countermeasures!

If you survive, you must live!

According to the guess of this master, the Flowing Fire Body Fist of the Lieyang Sect will be practiced to the sixth level, and the qi and blood will be circulated like beads, and the body will be tempered in small quantities, which can almost resist the invasion of cold air.

However, the master's Fist of the Flow Fire Body Forging Fist has been trapped in the fifth level, and there is still a gap between Xiaocheng and Xiaocheng.

For this gap, I have worked hard for three years, and even at the peak, I have not been able to break through this constraint.

Not to mention that in the current situation where both qi and blood are deficient, there is no possibility of breakthrough at all.

Could it be a dead end...

Lin Yong, who woke up from his enigmatic thoughts, felt that something was missing. He looked around him carefully and suddenly thought of the spirit stone in his hand, and seemed to have no idea where to put it!

The first-level spirit stone of 100 taels of silver is gone? The first-level spirit stone that I had to protect when I offended Luo San just now!

Just when Lin Yong was surprised, he felt as if something was moving in his heart. When he calmed down and paid attention, a dialog box appeared in his heart.

Level 1 energy: 105

Power: 0.6

Spirit: 0.2

Physical constitution: 0.3

Skill: Fifth level of Flow Fire Body Fist

What is this? What is its use?

Just when Lin Yong was puzzled, a voice rang in his ears: "The first-level energy reaches one hundred, and one can form a single card of the junfu card. Is it formed?"

"form!"

A red card quickly replaced the dialogue panel and appeared in Lin Yong's heart. Looking at the card without any patterns but giving people an extremely mysterious feeling, Lin Yong instinctively wanted to use it.

Just when Lin Yong was full of speculation about the purpose of this card, he heard a voice ringing in his ears: First-level equal-rich card, you can choose any of all the warriors in one kilometer of Yuan Quenyuan Realm, and choose one of the attributes or skills that both the host and the selected person have to average.

After average, the host and the selected skill are both the average value of both, and the average time is fifteen minutes.

After fifteen minutes, everything returns to normal!

The average time is only fifteen minutes, and after fifteen minutes, others' belong to others. When Lin Yong thought clearly about the usage of this Junfuka, he felt that the use of this Junfuka was really useless.

Since it is average, why not permanently average!

He did not respond to Lin Yong's complaints in his heart. Obviously, the Junfuka system seemed to think that his problem was really ridiculous.

"Do you use Level 1 Junfuka?"

The red font appeared in Lin Yong's heart again, feeling the first-level Junfuka in his heart. Lin Yong couldn't help but want to click to confirm.

No, you can't click. If this Junfuka is really useful, I'll use it now, what should I do tomorrow night?

Lin Yong's curiosity was finally suppressed. Although he still had doubts about the Junfuka system, this was the only straw for him to save his life!

One day passed quickly for Lin Yong who had traveled through time. Before he knew it, it was already the next dusk.

"Lin Yong, it's time to set off." Luo San's vicious voice came from outside the door.

When Lin Yong walked out of the room, he not only saw Luo San who was gloating, but also saw more than a dozen martial soldiers watching the fun.

These martial soldiers had no expression on their faces and their eyes were very cold.

At this time, they looked at Lin Yong as if they were looking at a walking corpse.

"I bet he can't live tonight!" Luo San opened his teeth and claws, his voice was extremely loud, as if only this was enough to show his forward-looking vision.

"This is not an obvious thing about the lice on the bald man's head! Of course he can't live tonight. If you want to bet, let's bet on how long he can fall down at the Ximeng Ghost Grotto. I guess half a quarter of an hour!" The thin Wang Lao Liu said seriously.

Various discussions sounded instantly, and during this discussion, a piece of silver had already appeared in Luo San's hand: "I'll bet twenty times in the blink of an eye, and he's about to fall!"

"I guess he should be within thirty snaps!"
Chapter completed!