"Big Brother, he demolished our sign!"

"Big brother, beat him to death, beat him to death."

After more than ten rounds.

Lu Sheng beat Tan Zumen's senior brother to death with a stick, cupped his fists and said, "You all come together."

"Avenge your senior brother."

Disciples from the Tanzui Sect, No. 20 and 30, swarmed forward with sticks in hand.

The result.

Two fists were no match for four hands, so Lu Sheng was of course beaten to death.

But this is the feeling he wants.

One-on-one, no one is his opponent. If he wants to make progress, he must break through himself and put more pressure on himself.

The first time, seven disciples of Tan Zumen were beaten to death, and then they were besieged and died.

The second time, twelve disciples of Tan Zuimen were beaten to death and their heads were smashed with a stick.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...

Lu Sheng constantly challenges himself.

On the fifty-fourth time, Lu Sheng panted heavily and looked at the Tan Zumen disciple who had fallen to the ground, with a smile on his face.

"This kid is quite interesting."

Inside the bookstore.

Zhang Heng's eyes reflected everything.

At first, he thought that Lu Sheng would let himself go after discovering that he would be restarted every day, just like game players do to game NPCs, killing people, setting fires, stealing money, and doing all kinds of evil without any moral bottom line.

But he found that he was wrong.

Lu Sheng had great ideas and restarted the dream world more than 300 times. For almost a year, he had been constantly improving himself.

In the end, he even used a life-and-death fight to hone his will and martial arts.

If this were put in reality, he would have died hundreds of times, but this is the dream world. Unless Zhang Heng agrees, no one will die, which is suitable for a crazy fighting style.

"One day in the future, my dream world will be big enough to accommodate hundreds of millions of living beings, covering all the heavens and all realms."

"Is it possible that I can use the characteristics of the dream world to open a martial arts arena?"

"Or, make it a second world, where strong men from all over the world can enter after falling asleep, and then compete here, fight for hegemony, and hone themselves?"

Zhang Heng thought a little far ahead.

Those who do not plan for the eternity will not be able to plan for a moment.

Zhang Heng doesn't know what the future will look like.

But he knew that if he could create the grand blueprint he had in mind, he would have a place in the world.

After all, there are no secrets to him in the dream world. Here he is the god of rules and the god of creation.

Countless strong men competed under his eyes and shaped all kinds of magic. Naturally, these battles and magic will also become his nourishment.

more than this.

If you have the thought of being a strong man, you will die in battle in your dream.

This spiritual thought will also turn into the nutrients of dreams to strengthen the dream world.

One or two may not be noticeable.

But what about billions of living beings?

There are 100 million thoughts of true immortals fighting to death in dreams every day. Individually speaking, it is not that many. There is only a little spiritual thought, which has no impact on me.

It can gather sand to form a tower and soil to form a mountain. Changes in quantity will also cause changes in quality.

And so on.

Sooner or later, dreams will turn into the real world.

At that time, among the three thousand worlds, there will be one more world of dreams.

Zhang Heng sits on a vast world and is the master of the world. A saint would not dare to say that, but he should have a place under the saint.

"You're fine."

Lu Sheng is practicing.

Somewhere in the air, the voice of the gods floated in my mind.

"who?"

Lu Sheng stood up and looked around: "Who are you?"

"who I am?"

"I am God, the God of dreams."

"Your behavior has inspired me, and I am ready to reward you."

Zhang Heng did not show up in person, but spoke in the form of divine words that resounded in Lu Sheng's heart: "You should also have noticed that this world is not complete, and it repeats itself every day."

"Due to certain restrictions, this repetition will continue."

"For you, this is a torture."

"So I decided to put your spiritual thought back into reality so that you can become one with yourself."

"When the time comes, everything you get in the dream world can be brought back to reality. Are you willing?"

Willing or not.

I definitely want to.

Lu Sheng has lived in the dream world for a year, and the dream world that repeats every day seems to him to be more and more illusory and unreal.

He is like a mouse trapped in a cage, lonely and helpless.

If I could return to normal life with this martial arts skill, I dare not say that it would be easy to become the leader of the Gangzi Gang, unify all the gangs in Guobei County, and become an underground emperor.

This way, my sister won't have to suffer anymore.

"In that case, you go ahead."

Zhang Heng opened the dream world and pushed Lu Sheng's spiritual thoughts back into his body.

The next second.

Lu Sheng, who was sleeping soundly at home, suddenly woke up.

Looking at the familiar home and his sister lying beside him, humming as if eating, Lu Sheng's eyes lit up: "You're really back?"

Lu Sheng couldn't sleep.

I put on my clothes and walked out of the house, doing the Eagle Claw Kung Fu in the yard.

A set of movements was performed smoothly, and Lu Sheng was so happy that he jumped up and down. It was not a dream, he really learned the skills of Eagle Claw Gate and Tan Leg Gate, and became the best in Guobei County.

"sister!"

Lu Sheng happily ran back to the house.

"Um?"

Lu Yun opened her eyes drowsily, with a look of confusion on her face.

"I can make you live a good life."

Lu Sheng cried and laughed: "We don't have to suffer so much."

A few days later.

Lu Sheng took the white wax pole and asked someone to make two banners.

On the left, it is written: A wax pole can defeat Guo Bei invincibly.

On the right is written: I am unparalleled in fists and feet, and I am the king of the pole gang.

Parading the streets with banners.

He picked up eight leaders of the Gang, first became the leader of the Gang, and then set up an arena. He fought for seven days without losing a single game.

For a time, Lu Sheng's name resounded throughout the country.

There are even rumors that there lives a weasel in human form on the barren mountains in the southwest of Guobei County, and likes sticks.

Even it was defeated by Lu Sheng after more than 100 seconds. He said: "What a fierce person, what a vicious stick. How many people has he killed? The murderous intention is so strong that it is attached to the stick."

My spells are all broken."

In fact, it doesn't know.

For a year in the dream, there were fierce battles every day, not only to distinguish the superior and the inferior, but also to determine life and death.
To be continued...