Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Evening, in the slums.

The dark ditch reeked of a foul stench, and its sides were covered with greenish-yellow moss.

From the old house by the ditch, the faint sound of conversation could be heard.

"Are you sure Chen Feng lives here?"

"Yes, yes, I collected all the management fees for that kid. He lives in the alley across the street."

The old house faces the alley exit, and you can see it clearly from there.

"Okay, when that kid comes back, you can point him out to me."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Liu Dabiao bowed and scraped, rubbing his hands together and looking at the man in black robes with a forced smile.

The狰狞 ​​face was squeezed together.

His smile looked utterly ugly.

His former arrogance has vanished, leaving only meekness and subservience.

"I will do whatever you say, sir."

"Good that you understand. The gang leader's father is about to celebrate his birthday. If you make a great contribution, you might have a chance to climb the ranks."

"The leader of the Black Tiger Gang said in a deep voice."

"Yes, yes."

Liu Dabiao nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

"When do you plan to make your move, sir? Should we call in some more men?"

Liu Dabiao reminded him in a low voice.

"I heard that kid has also gone to learn martial arts. If we're not well prepared, something unexpected might happen."

Are you questioning me?

The hall master frowned, clearly displeased with Liu Dabiao's suggestion.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

"Don't worry about it. We'll just go there and crush him. Why make things so complicated?"

The hall master didn't care at all.

For a martial artist at the Blood Refining Realm like him, dealing with a kid who hadn't even been practicing martial arts for a month was a piece of cake.

"You know, the Lin family is really generous. They spend so much money to kill a little brat. Even the gang leader is tempted and sent me on this trip."

"Yes, yes..."

Liu Dabiao stood respectfully to the side.

He simply nodded in agreement.

I dared not utter another word.

"How did Chen Feng offend the Lin family? How could a boy living in the slums get involved with the Lin family?"

Liu Dabiao recalled, "It seems that we offended the Li family, which is why we ended up in this godforsaken place."

"The Li family..." The hall master pondered, head bowed.

Liu Dabiao stood to the side, forcing a stiff smile.

In reality, he felt incredibly frustrated.

It wasn't because of the Black Tiger Gang leader in front of him... but because he had just lent Chen Feng five taels of silver!

Five taels!

This was a huge sum of money for him as well.

He collects management fees in the slums, charging five coins per person. He would need to collect fees from a thousand people to make a profit!

There are only a few people in this alley!

How long will it take to recover the losses?

Liu Dabiao felt as if his heart was bleeding.

How did Chen Feng end up offending the Lin family? And now the higher-ups have even sent a branch leader to kill him.

At that time, the hall master will definitely take everything from Chen Feng.

We won't leave him a single penny!

I should have snatched it back that day...

Liu Dabiao was filled with deep regret.

Looking out the window at the setting sun, I felt my life was full of sorrow.

My first investment was a complete failure.

Liu Dabiao glanced around and spotted a familiar figure walking past the alley entrance.

It was Chen Feng!

"My lord! My lord! It's him!"

Liu Dabiao shuddered and quickly reminded the black-robed hall master beside him.

......

Chen Feng strolled along the road.

Inside the filthy slums, there are numb, busy people.

They are busy every day just to survive until tomorrow, and have neither the energy nor the interest to get information from the outside world.

Unless that news can put food on the table.

Therefore, the news that Chen Feng had become the martial arts school's personal disciple had not yet spread here.

Some people, seeing Chen Feng dressed much more lavishly, had only one thought: could they steal it?

After taking another look, he found that Chen Feng was strong and healthy, so he gave up the idea.

He lowered his head and continued working.

once Upon a time.

Chen Feng was one of them.

But he was young and full of hope. He saved money to learn martial arts, and luckily he didn't get sick, luckily he wasn't robbed, and even luckier...

He became a direct disciple.

Things have changed... Experience +222

Chen Feng: "???"

Does this work too?

It seems better to be a sentimental person; you can gain experience for free.

Chen Feng quickened his pace; he had come today to make peace with the past.

To be more precise...

It means selling the house to get money.

Since he was free anyway, he decided to come and sell the house first.

So as not to forget.

Although Senior Brother Lu gave him fifty taels as a greeting gift, and then gave him another ten taels when he asked him to practice boxing.

But Chen Feng felt that the more money the better.

Once you enter the Blood Refining Realm, you also need to start buying blood food to eat.

Ordinary meat is no longer enough.

Blood from exotic beasts can easily cost tens of taels of silver, which is too expensive.

Chen Feng has never eaten it before.

"Knock knock"

Chen Feng knocked on a door in the roadside.

Although it can't compare to the grand houses with their blue bricks and gray tiles, this drab house is still far better than the other houses in the area.

"Liu Dabiao! Are you there?!"

Chen Feng called out twice.

No one answered.

Chen Feng frowned. Where could Liu Dabiao have gone?

Did he go to a brothel?

"The boss isn't here! What are you doing here?" A bald man poked his head out from the alley next door.

"Where is Liu Dabiao? I need to talk to him," Chen Feng asked.

The leper frowned, stepped out of the alley, pointed at Chen Feng's nose, and cursed:

"You better watch your mouth! Do you think you can just call Master Biao by his name?!"

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold.

Lai Zi was stunned, intimidated by his imposing manner.

Realizing what had happened, he felt humiliated and, filled with rage, continued to hurl insults:

"You've only learned martial arts for two days, look how arrogant you are!"

Seemingly certain that Chen Feng wouldn't dare to make a move, they took advantage of his kindness.

"I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me?!"

His index finger was almost touching Chen Feng's face.

Even a clay figure has a temper.

Chen Feng felt he had been kind enough.

Why is it that someone always seems to be causing trouble?

Without further hesitation, he reached out and grasped the outstretched index finger of the leper.

Click!

"What are you doing... Ahhh!"

With a sharp crack, the finger was snapped off.

The five fingers are connected to the heart; the leper was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and screamed.

His fingers were twisted backward, completely broken, and dangling on the back of his hand.

"Aaaaah! You, you just wait! When Boss Biao gets back, I'll make you pay!"

Chen Feng rushed forward, kicked Lai Zi to the ground, and couldn't help but complain:

"Still spouting threats?! You're all alone now, you can't even beat me, and you're still mocking me! Don't you have a brain?"

The leper clutched his hand, writhing on the ground in pain.

"Can we talk properly now?"

Chen Feng stepped forward slowly, about to ask where Liu Dabiao had gone.

A sense of crisis suddenly arose in my heart.

After becoming a martial artist, Chen Feng's five senses were greatly enhanced.

He keenly sensed the sound of something cutting through the air behind him.

A hand, enveloped in a sharp palm wind, struck his vital point in the back, carrying a chilling killing intent and leaving no room for retreat.

They clearly wanted to kill Chen Feng outright!

[Ambush encountered... Experience +500]

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

Instinct instantly overwhelmed all thoughts.

Without turning around, he suddenly tapped the ground with his toes, his body leaping up like a startled swan, forcefully shifting three feet to the side.

Avoid this dangerous palm strike.

Chen Feng landed with a whirlwind and finally saw the attacker's face clearly:

He wore a long black robe, was thin, and had a murderous look in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Chen Feng said in a deep voice.

His aura suddenly solidified, and he became wary, realizing that the person in front of him was a genuine martial artist.

It's definitely not some ordinary scoundrel like a leper.