In the early morning, the sky was covered with purple-red morning glow, and the golden sunlight fell on Song Baiyu, who was sitting cross-legged on the balcony. Song Baiyu, who woke up from the meditation, looked calm. When the morning breeze hit, Song Baiyu's hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, and he had a bit of a flowing fairy style.

"Oh!" Ginging at the lush herbs in the spirit gathering array, Song Baiyu sighed.

After his cultivation reached the peak of the late stage of Qi training, Song Baiyu discovered that the ordinary herbs in the Spirit Gathering Array had little help to his cultivation.

Song Baiyu's eyes finally stopped on Di Nancao, because he felt that the spiritual power provided by the herbs in the entire spirit gathering array was not as abundant as a single Di Nancao.

"It seems that these ordinary herbs must be replaced as soon as possible, otherwise I will be far away from breaking through the fetal breathing period."

Qi refining is also called urging qi into the body. It is to attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, unblock the meridians and activate the meridians, cut off hair and marrow, remove acquired defilements, and cast the innate body, creating a qualified physical furnace and cauldron for future practice.

For example, if the internal masters in the secular world are divided according to the realm of cultivation, they are in the Qi Refining stage. It is just because they do not know the way of cultivation or have no spiritual roots, and they cannot get a glimpse of the more mysterious fetal breathing state for life, which is also the innate realm that people in the martial arts world dream of.

Song Baiyu knew that if he had not broken through the Qi Refining Realm and entered the fetal breathing stage, he would never be considered a true cultivator. Whether he could survive in this secular world is still a question. Although the old man Li Chenmu said that there was no cultivator in the secular world, how credible is Li Chenmu's words?

When the internal strength cultivation was unable to break through, Song Baiyu spent more time on the cultivation of the Spring and Autumn Period martial arts. Now his strength has reached a terrifying level, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as copper and iron bones. If he was asked to meet the two foreign mercenaries again, he would be sure to capture the two mercenaries without using internal strength.

During this period, Song Baiyu couldn't help but want to take Jingyuan Dan several times to break through the Qi Refining Period. In the end, he resisted the impulse in his heart and threw the Jingyuan Dan to the spirit beast Jiji.

Taking Jingyuan Pill can easily increase your cultivation, but the consequences are endless. In my previous life, I often used rare medicinal materials to temper my muscles and bones and took a large amount of elixirs. Although I reached the tribulation stage at a young age, I failed to keep up with the true qi cultivation, and in the end I couldn't resist a single thunder and my soul was scattered. Song Baiyu really didn't want to relive that feeling of despair and helplessness.

Seeking progress while maintaining stability is a profound lesson that Song Baiyu summed up after his failure in overcoming the tribulation.

Another problem also gave Song Baiyu a headache. Jiji seemed to have been seriously injured. Although he could remember some things, his memory was not complete. Moreover, the little guy was particularly able to eat it. He pestered Song Baiyu from morning to night to ask for a fairy pill. In its eyes, the fairy pill seemed to be as valuable as soybeans.

After spending a while with Jiji, Song Baiyu found that Jiji was lustful and bloodthirsty. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, he would jump onto someone and use his eyes to make people's lives full of love; when he saw someone who didn't like him, he would shout and kill him, which made Song Baiyu feel a strong impulse to know Jiji's former master. What kind of master could train such a precious spirit beast.

After simply packing up his own things, Song Baiyu drove his sister's private car Audi to the Jinshan Town Police Station to report. He was low-key in Jinyang City to hide his identity and live an ordinary life. If he continues to be low-key in Jinshan Town, he will be misunderstood as a soft persimmon that can be kneaded, which will be inconvenient for his next plan. After all, he did not really plan to work in Jinshan Town, but just wanted to get a job there.

In fact, the leaders of Jinshan Town did not intend to make things difficult for Song Baiyu. After all, the police sent to the city were generally of some origin, and they might have some requests from others one day. After seeing that Song Baiyu was driving an Audi to report, the leaders of Jinshan Town became even more concerned about Song Baiyu. That enthusiastic attitude made Song Baiyu a little at a loss.

While the Jinshan Town leadership team was holding a banquet for Song Baiyu, Vincent, who lived in a quiet suite at the Jinpeng Hotel, walked out of the Jinpeng Hotel for the first time.

After Vincent drove out of the hotel garage, he drove straight towards the west area of ​​the city. After more than twenty minutes, his vehicle actually arrived near the Jinyang Cement Factory.

After getting off the car, Vincent looked around the surrounding environment vigilantly and found that no one was paying attention to him. He waved his hand and signaled the bodyguard to drive the car away. But he turned left and right by himself, and finally walked into the basement of Jinyang Cement Factory.

The basement is very hidden and pitch black, but the ventilation inside is good. If Wang Jingui knew that there was a basement here, he would have eaten his tongue in surprise.

"Old guy, you're finally here." As soon as Vincent entered the house, a generous greeting came from inside.

Vincent ignored the man, but instead glanced over the basement with his eyes wide open. After more than ten minutes, he said excitedly: "Oli, this time the harvest is good, he actually got so many goods."

Ollie is a black man in his thirties. He is nearly two meters tall and strong enough to compete with the cow. Hearing Vincent's words, Ollie's mouth cracked and two lines of white teeth were revealed.

"This time, I was lucky. In addition to purchasing some valuable things from the public, I accidentally discovered an ancient tomb that had not been mined. It was because of this that we were noticed by the police." Ollie smiled, with a satisfied smile on her face. "Old guy, if we can successfully get this batch of goods out of the country, we will be developed."

Vincent nodded when he heard this, his face full of excitement. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Oly, we seem to have encountered some trouble. You have also seen that this small factory was blocked, which affected my original plan." Vincent said with a frown.

"Old guy, you and I can survive if the situation was so bad five years ago. What's this little trouble? Can the police in Jinyang City be stronger than that of five years ago? They can't do anything to us." Oli didn't seem to be worried about the current situation at all. He sat leisurely on a wooden box on the ground, picked up an exquisite porcelain bowl and started playing.

"Oli, things are not as optimistic as I imagined. Five years ago, all our personnel were lost, and you were the only one left. I have three people in Jinyang City. Although I have gathered some people in Jinyang City over the years, they are all mobs. They are still locked in the police station. I originally wanted to expect them to come in handy..."

When Vincent thinks of Wang Jingui, he feels so angry that he is itchy. If it weren't for Wang Jingui's incompetence and greed, how could the conflict between the cement factory and Tuozi Village break out in advance?

Vincent was just a smuggling cultural relics, and he did some theft. He has been doing well in the Republic over the years. Unfortunately, his gang fell into a trap carefully arranged by the Longxi Provincial Police five years ago. Although he and his two other companions escaped the disaster, they hid in fear for several months.

Until the news was no longer so tight, Vincent and his three-person team continued to do their old business. Vincent took advantage of the eagerness of Jinyang Mayor Feng Dekun's mentality to introduce foreign capital. He casually registered a bag company overseas, and then used his savings to invest and establish a Jinyang Cement Factory in Jinyang City.

In this way, Vincent transformed from a cultural relics smuggler into a foreign businessman in the eyes of everyone. In fact, Vincent never participated in any management work of the cement factory, but handed over the cement factory to Wang Jingui. While doing his old business, he managed various relationships, which made him feel as if he was in the upper Circle of Jinyang City.

Over the years, Vincent and others have used the cement factory as a stronghold to transport some cultural relics one after another, but the value is not very high. It was not until three months ago that Oli had heard from him that a large number of goods were about to arrive in Jinyang City that Vincent became excited. The cement factory that had been preparing for nearly five years can finally complete its final mission.

Unfortunately, before the cement factory plan was opened, the cement factory died after the joint destruction of Ma Hailong and Song Baiyu. This made Vincent scold Wang Jingui for destroying his plan, and hated Ma Hailong and Song Baiyu.

"Vincent, isn't it just a striking attack to divert the police's attention? Is it necessary to be so troublesome?" Hearing that Vincent's two consecutive plans were accidentally destroyed, Ollie couldn't help laughing, "Don't forget that we were doing murder and setting fire before smuggling. There is no need to make things so complicated if we want to disrupt the police's sight."

Vincent nodded after hearing this and said in a deep voice: "Since my original plan has been destroyed, we can only do our old job once."

"By the way, I heard you mention a little policeman just now, you gritted your teeth with hatred. How could you not even get rid of a little policeman? I remember you have a perverted hobby." Ollie asked with a wink at the ear, a wicked smile appeared on her face.

"I spent two million US dollars to ask the Black Tailer to capture him alive, but the Black Tailer returned the money to me, but that kid was fine." Vincent's forehead was prominent and his eyes were blood red.

"Blacktail, $2 million? Old guy, the A-level mercenary of Blacktail can't do anything to him. Are you kidding me, right?" Ollie opened her mouth in surprise, and then he laughed. "I thought the old guy's taste changed. It turned out that it wasn't that he was not a bad male style, but he had a thorny one."

"Vincent, big things matter. If that kid does something bad again, I will do him." A sinister sound came from the dark corner, causing the temperature in the house to drop a little bit, but the person who spoke was hiding in the dark, neither Vincent nor Oli could detect his existence.

"As long as you can kill him, I don't care." Hearing this abrupt voice, Vincent's face suddenly turned pale. He seemed to feel a sharp blade lying on his neck, and the back of his neck felt cold.

Vincent knew that the person who was talking was his other companion, Dark Knife. In the police and gangster clash five years ago, Vincent thought he would die, but at the critical moment, the Dark Knife suddenly burst out with strength. With his strange speed and ruthless skills, he forced two people to break out of the police siege. After that conflict, Vincent and Oli vomited all day, but Dark Knife used his tongue to touch his black blood blade.

"My knife hasn't drunk human blood for five years. Since Vincent, you are willing to let that little policeman die, I'll kill him again." In the darkness, a dazzling light suddenly flashed. Ollie and Vincent subconsciously narrowed their eyes and shrank their necks at the same time. The basement was terrible silent for a moment.
Chapter completed!