He promised to pay off all the owed monthly salary within one month. Shang Zirong took the lead in calling the leader Zhuo Gang to be powerful, and the group of people were even more generous and happy in the hall.

Zhuo Mufeng secretly curled his lips.

Although the leader is the leader now, he can guarantee that if he can't pay the money in a month, this group of people will immediately turn against each other.

Shang Zirong would kick herself down and replace her at that time.

But no matter what, I will be his gang leader for a month first, and see if there is any opportunity to make money. If it really doesn't work, whoever you likes to do will do it.

The first gang conference concluded successfully.

Zhuo Mufeng led a few bodyguards and ordered them to stand outside the yard, while he closed the door and stood in the yard, and his consciousness entered the three gate of Quanwu again.

Unexpectedly, the number on the column of the weight is still 0.

The eight taels of silver on hand must be used secretly. After thinking about it, Zhuo Mufeng decided to put aside everything and practice martial arts first.

For many people, practicing martial arts is extremely boring, but for Zhuo Mufeng, it is a great joy in life.

He likes this process of constantly honing himself and improving.

The sword light intertwined in the air, and the sound of wind cracking sounded from time to time. Zhuo Mufeng's mind became more and more focused, and he was tirelessly practicing the sword technique that he had already been very proficient in.

Everything around you is far away.

Maybe it was just a moment, maybe a long time passed, and the world seemed to be getting smaller and condensed into the sword light for a few inch. His sword dance was getting faster and faster, as if he wanted to get rid of some invisible shackles.

Zhuo Mufeng's heartbeat was very fierce, and a strong impulse made him use up ten of his strength. He stabbed it with one sword, which was clearly the sword that severely damaged Qian Tong last night.

But at this moment, the sword speed is undoubtedly faster and the power is stronger.

laugh!

The long sword sank into the trunk of the sycamore tree two inches, and the sword body was still shaking.

"Has the sword skill been broken?"

Zhuo Mufeng woke up from a dream, and after being stunned, he felt ecstatic.

According to the original owner's memory, martial arts is divided into three levels: small success, big success and perfection according to their proficiency.

Those who are small-scale, use martial arts to use their arms, postures, and strength, and will not make too many mistakes.

A great master is perfect and has basically understood the various changes in the martial arts he has practiced. Unless a person with excellent talent, he needs to practice hard day and night to achieve it.

In Red Sun City, there are only a few dozen warriors who have mastered one-star martial arts to the point of being able to achieve success. For example, Qian Tong and his disciples are all listed here.

If you want to achieve success, then practicing a martial arts to perfection is not just about hard work, but also requires outstanding talent.

In the entire Red Sun City, there are no more than five warriors who have practiced one-star martial arts to perfection!

But just now, Zhuo Mufeng clearly realized that his sword skills had separated from the old-fashioned move framework, as if he could use the most correct sword moves based on the situation.

It is like a perfect sign of whatever you want.

Drawing out the long sword, Zhuo Mufeng practiced the Seven Swords of Mozhu again. At the beginning, the feeling was sometimes gone, but as the number of times increased, he gradually mastered that feeling.

He didn't dare to relax, so Zhuo Mufeng struck while the iron was hot. This practice was in the afternoon and he missed even lunch.

When the bodyguard outside the yard called him a few times, Zhuo Mufeng was already soaked and sat on the ground panting, but his expression was very excited.

My own Seven Swords of Mo Zhu have really entered the perfect level. It seems that the talent of this body is very good, but I don’t know how much the combat power has increased.

You should know that in the Vajra realm, the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the strength is.

Perhaps some people have only tempered one hand, but their hands are extremely amazing, and they may not be able to defeat the warrior who has tempered his limbs.

Therefore, martial arts is also very important. The level of martial arts practiced and the degree of mastery will seriously affect a person's combat power.

The reason why Qian Tong is strong is that his cultivation is one aspect, and more importantly, his mastery of martial arts.

Of course, Zhuo Mufeng now thinks that even if he fights fairly, he will have a chance to defeat the other party.

It was summer and I heard that the Mozhu Gang also provided afternoon soup. Zhuo Mufeng rushed to the cafeteria under the escort of several bodyguards.

When the brothers in the gang saw him, they stopped and called the gang leader. Zhuo Mufeng talked to them cordially, asking if the food was good and if it was enough.

Everyone said it wasn't enough.

"Add it, you must add it in the future. No matter who suffers, you can't suffer brothers."

The only cook said weakly: "The funds in the gang are not in place. I still paid for the money I bought rice and vegetables last month."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhuo Mufeng with a charming look.

Zhuo Mufeng's face was flushed, and in front of everyone, he whispered: "Hong Gu, please make a little advance, this gang leader remembers your favor."

The chef's real name is Du Yuehong. He snorted after hearing this: "A few days ago, the Tiger Gang, half a day's sect, and the Honghua Sect came to hire my family. Not only did he have a monthly salary of two stalemates, but he also had high temperature subsidies. I am considering it."

Zhuo Mufeng was anxious when he heard this. If the cook left, would he still expect that girl Shang Zirong to enter the kitchen? He said with a good voice: "Hong Gu, you can discuss the conditions, and the Mo Zhu Gang cannot do without you."

Du Yuehong leaned against Zhuo Mufeng and took the opportunity to touch him a few times before she smiled and said, "Forget it, Yuehong will stay for another month."

"shameless!"

With a cold snorkeling, Shang Zirong, who was walking towards her, happened to see the picture, her face turned pale and her eyes were spitting out.

Not only was Du Yuehong not afraid, she also stood up with a grand chest like a demonstration and left on her own. If it weren't for the sake of the handsome and delicious Gangmao, who would have wanted to take care of a broken gang?

Shang Zirong yelled to fire Du Yuehong, and Zhuo Mufeng responded symbolically, and then found Du Yuehong privately and asked her to cancel the afternoon soup, saying that it was the entrepreneurial period and everyone should carry forward the spirit of hard work and perseverance.

Du Yuehong's eyes were strange.

This gang leader looked like he was polite to his subordinates before, and turned around and pushed himself out to be a villain. He really knew people but not his heart!

Zhuo Mufeng had no shame and ordered a few bodyguards to do their own things, so he left Mozhu Gang alone.

Hongricheng sounds so grand, but it is actually just a county town. The streets are two or three meters wide and are paved with mottled bluestone slabs. The shops and pavilions on both sides are quite old, and there are vendors shouting at the roadside.

Seeing that he had no familiar person, Zhuo Mufeng walked into a medicine shop, bought ten broken blades, and spent three taels of silver.

In terms of bone quenching effect, the broken blade is the best of ordinary medicinal materials and is more expensive. Last time Zhuo Mufeng came, he was still out of stock.

He did not buy other bone quenching medicinal materials. The Martial Pillar value is 340 points left, so it is useless to buy too much. He still has to save some money.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Mufeng sold five medicinal materials obtained from Shang Zirong. Three of them were transformed and surprised the shopkeeper. After a while of dispute, he successfully obtained one or two or three stagnants of money.

He wanted to see a star medicinal material, but unfortunately, that kind of medicinal material is only available in major forces or special medicine shops opened by the imperial court.

Perhaps the purchasing power of Hongri City is too poor. Two years ago, the only pharmacy shop in the city that provides star-rated medicinal materials also ended up closing. Now if you want to buy it, you must go to other cities.

Zhuo Mufeng felt depressed, but he didn't have enough money now and couldn't afford it. It's better to be down-to-earth and cherish it in front of him.

Put all ten broken blades into light red medicinal soil, Zhuo Mufeng walked along the way home empty-handed.

Since his time travel, he has not really looked at this county town.

It was sunset, and the sunset reflected the orange-red sky, and rippling golden waves were reflected through the lake surface. Birds were chirping on the branches, and under the trees were kids and dogs, mixing with the sound of a group of women by the lake washing and quarreling, which was a picture of ancient world.

Until this time, Zhuo Mufeng still felt a sense of unreality like a dream.

Are they all okay in that world’s parents and sisters? Do you miss me, my son who is not close to home? If you can’t go back, I hope you all forget me.

Just as he was feeling sad, a scream of shock and anger suddenly came from the front. I wonder if it was an illusion, Zhuo Mufeng seemed to hear Shang Zirong's voice.
Chapter completed!