Chu Xiang knew that he knew as soon as he took action, that troubles would definitely come one after another, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

The biggest difference between games and reality is that there are few people who are fearless in reality, but there are many in games.

In reality, death usually means the end of life. In other words, dead people will not reveal secrets. However, even if the game is realistic, death is just like this for ordinary people, and the tone of "dead people" is not strict.

In the mine, Chu Xiang, wearing a new clothes, looked coldly at the surrounding road ahead, with more than a dozen "masters" with similar clothing. If there was an "old man" here, it would be difficult to see what kind of mén sect the other party belonged to, but Chu Xiang didn't know.

More than a dozen people stood in a row and slowly surrounded them. The three people standing behind them, although they were dressed in similar clothes, were just watching coldly.

There is no need to remember the appearance of an ant, but it relies on the magical power that is far beyond ordinary people. Chu Xiang's thinking is much faster than that of ordinary people. It is no exaggeration to say that it is clear that it is not necessary to remember it deliberately, so it is easy to recognize that these three people are the unlucky guys who were robbed by him before.

"Avenge?"

Chu Xiang muttered in a low voice, feeling helpless.

Could it be that they don’t understand the gap? Is it meaningful to have more than one second- and third-rate angles?

In the distance, the sound of ding-dong dong kept ringing. Most mining people had already left quietly or retreated further when the dispute showed signs. Only a hundred meters away, a handsome nv boy always made the boring movements and refused to stop at all.

The sword light lit up, without the scattered energy, but only the cold light of stars that naturally emerged in the sun.

A black shadow passed through the gaps of several people, and almost before the group of surrounding people tried to use their own unique skills, the sky was filled with cold light.

Chu Xiang Pianran stood behind everyone, stood at the three unlucky guys who had bought new clothes from somewhere, and then shot his sword back to the sheath.

The "buzzing" sword trembled in my ears, and a few drops of blood dripping on the ground. The "miners" around me who were paying attention to the battle situation were shocked.

Chu Xiang turned around, picked up a slightly flat rock and sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for the next wave of opponents to arrive.

Escape? This is not Chu Xiang's style. He just killed a few ants. Chu Xiang didn't feel that he had done something wrong, or he had something to be afraid of. Even if he lost all his cultivation, the dignity of the strong would not be desecrated!

If we look at this plot, once, just a moment ago, he was also standing at the "Legendary" level!

There is no battlefield without gunpowder, no noisy revenge. In fact, Chu Xiang knew that those people originally wanted to share their names before the war. Just like gangsters fighting in groups, they would always start to form relationships and sign up. If both sides knew the same one, or a group of "magnificent" characters, or those "backstages" had one or another relationship, then the group fight would most likely evolve into negotiations and reconciliation.

In the game, it is actually the same. But obviously, Chu Xiang doesn't think he has anything to talk about with them.

"Big Man"? Chu Xiang doesn't know him. He doesn't think that those second- and third-rate miscellaneous fish are qualified to negotiate with him.

The sword rises and the blood falls, it's that simple.

Ten minutes of equipment protection time passed quickly, but the murderer had no intention of picking up the spoils.

Greed will also lead to depravity. Taking one's own needs is not called greed.

Chu Xiang is crazy enough, but he is never greedy. At least at this moment, he has already learned to measure himself.

Many miners around, when they saw the white-clothed swordsman who had taken action to kill, seemed to have no intention of picking up high-end equipment, and they couldn't help but feel excited.

For ordinary people, those are wealth, incalculable wealth!

A few more bold people walked up to Chu Xiang who seemed to be resting, and asked carefully: "Big, hero, and the few small people are full-time miners here. If the hero has any needs, they can just ask."

Chu Xiang closed his eyes and felt carefully the exhausted sea of ​​energy. The "true body" with great power was transformed, and he was unquestionable.

The miners waited quietly for a while. When they saw the young man, they seemed to be paying attention to them, and they didn't dare to feel dissatisfied. You should know that in this realistic game that can never go out, it is the most basic thing to be a skilled person and learn to be angry.

Everything has a price, and a peaceful life also has it.

The middle-aged man who looked stronger had no intention of "waking up" when he saw Chu Xiang, he clasped his fists and claimed his guilt. He was about to leave, but the boy who was sitting withered in his arms opened his eyes.

"Take the things away and you can handle them, but I will send fresh food every day here."

Money? Chu Xiang never cared about it. He only cared about time, even if it was already surplus enough.

The middle-aged man in the head immediately turned from disappointment to surprise when he heard this. If the other party did not respond, he would not dare to use his courage to touch those wealth that could be obtained at will.

The high-end equipment in a place is at least worthy of him digging a mine for decades and changing it to a few meals, and the fool doesn't know how to choose.

After agreeing, the big man immediately instructed a few good coworkers who came with him, carefully but quickly packed up the equipment on the ground. Everyone who was watching from afar was jealous.

I have to say that the man was indeed very good at being a human being. He was not fainted by the huge wealth that fell from the sky. He only saw him find a companion beside him and whispered a few words. The much younger miner, although his face was unwilling, still ran to the distance, not knowing what he announced softly.

Then, a cheer that deliberately lowered but could not hide the excitement came into Chu Xiang's ears.

Chu Xiang had already fallen into deep thought again at this moment, and he ignored the things outside his body.

Focus is the necessary potential to become a master, just like a child who is still digging copper mines in the distance, and his vision has never changed at all.

The ending and achievements are often destined from the beginning. Just as the decision is always the symmetry, the so-called result depends entirely on the cause planted.

Yiyun brought the mine hoe given by the blacksmith for free and came to the mine outside the city. However, the pretty eye-catching white figure sitting cross-legged on the rock made him slightly stunned.

"Meet again, amazing guy."

After silently saying hello, Yiyun took the ore hoe and arrived at the bronze ore site not far away from the boy, and began to dig the cheapest copper ore.

Mining is very hard and tiring. Especially for newcomers, it is completely a torture.

The biggest difference between realistic games and ordinary games is that realistic games will be tiring, hungry, painful, injured, and bleeding. Basically, as long as you can feel it in reality, you can also feel it in the game.

An hour of high-intensity work allowed Yiyun to grind out water blisters on her hands, but he did not stop at all.

The two people not far away always made the stubbornness in his heart unrest.

A young man was also digging a mine, and he never diverted his attention from the beginning. A young man was thinking cross-legged, his movements were like rocks, and his threads were not moving at all!

The young man was not practicing martial arts by himself because in the game, his body would faintly shine when he practiced martial arts by himself. However, based on his feelings, Yiyun knew that the young man's concentration at this time was even more important than the martial arts by himself!

Chu Xiang sank into the sea of ​​consciousness with all his heart and wanders in the endless messages from the gods. It is endless fighting art, the former master of "the gods", and his battle experience for thousands of years...

The god is immortal, the true god is immortal. However, the former master of this wisp of god, the white-clothed god who had slayed dragons and captured phoenixes, killed gods and killed demons, had already fallen, and fell under the siege of thousands of immortals, under the majesty of the master god.

Through the message from the gods, Chu Xiang knew that at this moment, in theory, he had become the inheritor of the god. But for some reason, Chu Xiang always felt that things were not that simple.

It is more complicated than "resurrecting the soul with a corpse and rebirth with a body"...

Instinctively, Chu Xiang believed that the god had really completely died, and there was nothing to deceive the main god! The fall was not like Zhu Jiuyin, but also had a chance to come again. Instead, it completely lost all the original consciousness!

"But why? He chose me?"

Chu Xiang didn't mind the doubts, but he was concerned.

The art of combat is not a simple combat skill, but a skill that is almost like Tao.

Once upon a time, Chu Xiang thought that his understanding of "sword" had reached its peak.

Sword heart, sword intent, sword path, pave a straight path of rules.

But after learning about the real art of combat, I realized how superficial I am.

Killing Wisk with one sword is not only because Weisk is unprepared, but also because of that sword, even Chu Xiang himself was unconsciously involved in the art of fighting!

When Chu Xiang returned to the plot of martial arts heroes, he was fortunate to feel a trace of the power of rules and the rules of swords, cutting off everything.

He even thought that by relying on his yin of the kendo, he could easily reproduce that kind of glory, but in the end, he was delighted and disappointed.

How could he understand that, in the past, he almost reached the sky and controlled the power of the rules, even if it was just a shame. Unfortunately, the suspicion that originated from the heart made the power of the rules that he had "controlled" slowly "lost".

Now, a clearer road is paved before him. It is the battle experience of a "killer god" in "God xing" for billions of years, jinghua, art!

The art of combat is not realm, not the so-called understanding of "sword", but just an art of killing!

If the realm is in contrast to one's own cultivation, then the combat power, in addition to the power accumulated by the realm and cultivation, also has the "skills" accumulated by the realm and skills!

The ultimate power, breaking the vacuum, and the peak of skill, breaking the sky with one hand!

Traveling in the ocean of "skills", Chu Xiang, forgot time...

The sound of the ding-dong-dong golden hammer is the eternal melody of the mine. A certain mine site outside Dali City has an additional mysterious strong man who sat cross-legged on the rocks all day long. This is not a big place in Dali City and it spreads quickly.

The sword rose, the blood fell, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the corpses that fell on the ground.

With one sword, the rainbow soul scatters.

Chu Xiangshi Ran sat back to his original place, picked up the wine pot beside him, drank a sip of sake, and his eyes were filled with contemplation.

The skills of killing are even more superb, but they do not meet Chu Xiang's expected standards.

For billions of years, that length of time is not something that ordinary people can imagine. Chu Xiang even doubts whether even the oldest group of reincarnation people can understand that kind of long-lasting.

Chu Xiang still firmly believed that if he could fully understand those experiences, not to mention S-level, even if he met ordinary low-level gods, he could easily kill them. The extreme power or the extreme skill level, these two things that theoretically transcend the rules did not exist in theory. However, some fragments of the white-clothed gods remaining in the divine xing told Chu Xiang that the extreme skill level was right in front of him!

But billions of years are too long. Even a superman has a limit on the capacity to understand knowledge.

For example, Chu Xiang sat here for two months and killed more than a dozen waves of invaders. From the first time to the last time, the time it took to end the battle was at least nearly twice as fast, but his understanding of the "art of combat" was only a hundred years!

The god in white has not yet understood the rules and has a hundred years of struggle before he became a god!

This is already Chu Xiang's limit. The scene behind is too mysterious and cannot be understood at all at this moment.

The same understanding of this "six thousand ox and one máo" made Chu Xiang know how immature his proud "sword technique" is!

The rules are not so easy to master, and my understanding of swords is still too weak at this time.

In fact, what Chu Xiang originally called swordsmanship was still stuck to the point of view of mortals.

A mortal, even if he is with a sword for a lifetime, can he understand how much he can understand.

Where is the god? It takes tens of millions of years.

After tens of millions of years, even a pig can become a master. What's more, those who can become immortals and Buddhas are all talented people.

The biggest difference between God and man lies in the "heart", but this difference cannot be achieved immediately by just understanding it.
To be continued...