Zhang Yuan was delighted.

The increase in merit value is a bit slower, but as long as it has it.

"The merit value is all added to the Nine Yang Divine Power!"

Zhang Yuan did not hesitate.

Facing the unknown strong man who came to seek revenge, the Nine Yang Divine Art was the only one who could help him.

He is not stingy!

brush!

The cyan panel changes again.

Name: Zhang Yuan

Age: Eighteen

Intelligence: 1

Strength: the power of the two cows.

Speed: 6

Merit value: 0

Martial Arts: Nine Yang Divine Arts Coarsely Pure the Fur (7/12)

Gang: None.

Life motto: Your coming is insignificant to the world, and your death has no effect on the world. All living beings are part of the world, and their lives are less valuable than ants.

```

After adding, Zhang Yuan was full of energy, grabbed the hatchet and quickly walked towards the back mountain.

He felt his whole body full of strength, and as he walked, there was a heat flow inside.

Half an hour later.

Click!

A tree trunk the size of a bowl was cut off by him, and the incision was very flat.

This usually takes at least a dozen times to cut it off!

As a result, today, it was cut off with one knife!

Zhang Yuan was overjoyed. The feeling brought by the increase in strength was so pleasant.

But soon, he was nervous again.

Such power is nothing to face the strong man who came to seek revenge. Even the disciples of Black Hawk Castle were killed dozens of times. His power is probably not even a big deal.

The disciples of Black Eagle Castle practice martial arts diligently every day, and they are so powerful, but they are still killed so many times without any hesitation.

"What kind of martial arts is it that can absorb blood? Could it be that it is a blood-sucking technique?"

Zhang Yuan was very suspicious.

He cut down trees alone in the back mountain, making a crackling sound, one by one, full of energy, and soon pieces of firewood were piled up.

He immediately carried a lot of them and walked around like a kitchen.

There are a lot of people eating in Blackhawk Castle every day, and most of them eat a lot, so the firewood is used very quickly.

On weekdays, at least a dozen people are responsible for chopping wood.

As a result, on that day, Zhang Yuan worked alone from noon to night, and did all his work.

The invisible crisis prompted him!

The shriveled and hideous corpses kept stimulating his nerves, making him dare not relax at all.

If he relaxed at all, he would probably become dried fish like the dead Blackhawk Fort disciples.

After a day of work, he had not had a drop of water and had not even eaten food. It was not until he finished all the work that he breathed a sigh of relief and felt hungry.

Merit value +6.

Suddenly, a number floated in front of me.

Zhang Yuan was overjoyed.

A full six o'clock can directly upgrade his Nine Yang Divine Art.

"All of it is added to the Nine Yang Divine Arts."

Zhang Yuan shouted in his heart.

brush!

The cyan panel changes again.

Name: Zhang Yuan

Age: Eighteen

Intelligence: 1

Power: The power of the five cows.

Speed: 9

Merit value: 0

Martial Arts: The Nine Yang Divine Arts is the first to see the way (1/24). Your ordinary fists and feet can exert super power and have initially possessed the power to turn decay into magic.

Gang: None.

Life motto: Your coming is insignificant to the world, and your death has no effect on the world. All living beings are part of the world, and their lives are less valuable than ants.

```

Zhang Yuan noticed the changes in the Nine Yang Divine Arts and was ecstatic.

Ordinary fists and feet can exert super power. In this way, facing that enemy, he may be able to withstand a few moves.

But soon, his face changed again and heavier again.

This world is a world dominated by martial arts. The disciples of Black Eagle Castle have been practicing martial arts since childhood. How weak can they be, they must be stronger than themselves now, but they are still killed.

His strength is nothing at all.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan raised his head and shivered at the moonlight.

The sky was already dark at some point, and it was dark around it, with only the hazy moonlight.

"Damn it, I have to leave quickly."

He ran into the kitchen, touched a few steamed buns, and ran towards the residence.

Moon-black murder night!

When the wind is high and setting fire!

Yesterday, those Black Hawk Fort disciples were killed at night, and maybe the enemy will act tonight.

He is not returning to his residence now, he is seeking death himself!

```

On the mountain road.

Several disciples of Black Hawk Castle held up torches with pale faces and patrolled around cautiously.

The scene during the day was so terrible.

It deeply stimulates their nerves!

They have never heard of the ability to turn people into mummies.

More than thirty fellow disciples died in one go, so terrifying!

It was their turn to work tonight, and each one shivered from his bones.

"Don't have anything wrong."

A disciple said in a trembling voice.

They were holding a signal flare firmly in their other hand.

This was specially issued by the Fortress Lord. Once any situation is discovered, the signal flare will be released immediately.

The people from the Yamen came to see each other once, but unfortunately they couldn't find anything.

They can only find a way to solve it themselves.

"Several little brothers, it's cold, come and buy some wine."

Suddenly, a kind laugh sounded.

Several disciples were stunned and turned around.
To be continued...