In the village in the city, Chen Liang woke up from the bed and immediately opened the computer document and wrote down the marrow washing scripture in his mind.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Sometimes you have to practice a word if you don’t have a word.

After writing, Chen Liang came to the rooftop and couldn't wait to start practicing. He wanted to practice in the room, but unfortunately the space there was too small and couldn't be used.

There are twelve stances in total, each of which is six moves. During the practice, you must also use a breathing method.

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After a night passed, the sky turned white. When the first rooster crowed, the sun rose, and the warm sunlight shone on the rooftop and sprinkled on a young man.

Chen Liang was covered in sweat, lying on the ground with a large font, panting heavily, and a smile that could not be concealed by the corners of his mouth.

"It's worthy of being Shaolin Chongbao. If I hadn't practiced with Chu Tianxing's body dozens of times before, it would have been really not easy to learn."

The martial arts secrets are not so easy to practice. Without a master's teaching, he can useless people. Chen Liang's biggest cheat is Chu Tianxing.

Chu Tianxing is the number one master. He can practice the marrow washing scripture at a glance, and he can clearly understand each key point.

After practicing in the martial arts world for dozens of times, he came over and practiced again, without any effort.

"Bang!"

A carp thrust, and Chen Liang easily got up from the ground. After a night of work, he clearly felt his body changes, which were much better than before.

A difficult movement can be done by crossing the shoulders and iron-plate bridges.

After returning to the room to take a shower, he changed his clothes and carried his laptop. Chen Liang went out to buy a breakfast and took the bus to work.

"Brother, have you heard that, Kunlun, the martial arts world."

"Tsk, no one knows now that last night, tens of thousands of people traveled in. There is a secret book called internal strength. It can become stronger after practicing. I am so envious of you."

"And I heard that the internal strength of the game world can only be practiced by people from Kunlun account, and ordinary people cannot practice it."

"I envy you for the use of balls. Kunlun is a random push from the computer. I don't even have a computer. Made, aren't the poor now worthy of traveling through time?"

"Stop talking, I'm going to buy a computer now."

On the bus, almost everyone was discussing the martial arts game Kunlun. Last night, tens of thousands of people traveled through the country, causing a sensation in the federal government.

Some experts estimate that more and more people will enter the martial arts world in the next few days, but it will definitely not last long, otherwise the martial arts world will collapse if billions of people around the world.

In a word, the quota is limited, first come first served.

Look, the major computer cities are blocked and the computers are almost out of stock.

Chen Liang took out his cell phone and prepared to call his family and asked them to buy a computer. Before he could dial in, his sister from the third year of high school called.

"Brother, have you entered Kunlun? Don't leave the computer these days, and you'll be squatting for twenty-four hours. Our school is on temporary holidays, so everyone should not study and keep the computer every day..."

There are no warriors in the Shen family, and her sister Chen Ling follows an ordinary path like him. On the contrary, Chen Ling likes to practice martial arts and can endure hardships.

But practicing martial arts is not something you want to practice, you can practice it just by wanting to practice. You are poor, rich in martial arts, and the registration fee for martial arts schools is so high that it is scary. With the nutritional expenses, ordinary families cannot afford it.

Now there is an opportunity to practice martial arts for free, how can you not excite Chen Ling?

Not only Shen Ling, but also those who have no money to practice martial arts at the bottom of society are in full swing.

Without hesitation, Chen Liang spoke, "I have already entered here. I'll get some money for you later. You can buy three computers and install them for your parents."

In this era when warriors are kings and demons dance around, it is still right to learn a few martial arts skills. Even if you don’t go to the battlefield, you can still maintain your health.

In the martial arts world, he is the leader of the Demon Sect, and some are martial arts secrets. If his family can enter, even if he cannot make his parents a master, it will be fine to let them learn to protect themselves.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Liang looked at the balance in the card, 12,000 yuan, leaving two thousand yuan, and he sent all the remaining money.

"Young man, are you a Kunlun player?" An old lady was excited to catch Chen Liang and her sister's phone call, "Have you entered the sect? How long have you been in? Have you learned martial arts?"

Chen Liang was caught and was stunned.

"Don't get me wrong, my daughter has also entered Kunlun. I just want to ask you about the situation in Kunlun."

The aunt wore gold and silver, and she was not a mortal. When her eyes moved, Chen Liang felt embarrassed: "I am an outer disciple of a sect now. I haven't learned martial arts yet, but it's too soon."

"I know a little about the situation in Kunlun, but I'm going to work soon and I don't have time to explain in detail."

"It's okay, just tell me a long story and just introduce it to me."

"I can't explain it in one sentence or two. We will be deducting money when we are late."

"It's simple. How much is your salary a day? I'll pay double, no, triple your day."

"Thank you, auntie, I'll definitely satisfy you."

The bus just arrived at the station, and Chen Liang was pulled out by the aunt. The two planned to find a quiet place to discuss in detail.

On the way, Chen Liang called the team leader to ask for leave. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ming said that the company was on holiday today and asked everyone to wait for Kunlun in front of the computer.

If someone grabs Kunlun account and is willing to go to work, the company will reward you with 100,000 yuan.

Chen Liang's heart pounded, "I only worked 5,000 yuan a month. Now I will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan when I enter Kunlun. Is it so easy to make money?"

"Young man, don't be nervous, I'll just ask you something." The aunt said with a smile when she took Chen Liang to a cafe.

"Auntie, ask, I'll say whatever I can."

After calming down, Chen Liang did not take the company's reward seriously. No company would support idle people. When he was a programmer, he received a salary of 5,000, and he did ordinary jobs.

After becoming a warrior, you may have to work hard to do.

He is afraid of death, so it is better to have his own life in his own hands.

"That's right. My daughter entered Kunlun. As parents care about children, we just want to know what world it is, is it dangerous?"

When Chen Liang turned on his laptop, he looked and said, "Danger is definitely dangerous, and the real world will die if he dies in the game world."

"The best way for newcomers is to join a sect, which can not only practice martial arts and seek protection."

"But not everyone accepts it. For example, Emei only accepts female disciples, Shaolin only has monks, and the Demon Sect only has evil people."

"In addition, it depends on whether the talent is good or not, and don't want it."

The aunt stretched her head and looked at the newcomer's guide post posted by someone on Chen Liang's computer, "You just read it to me according to this?"

"Ahem, this is just basic information. I'll say something you don't know." Close the computer and Chen Liang said seriously: "There are many sects in the world, and the quality is uneven."

"Some people are decent on the surface, but they do dirty things, kill, set fire, rape and loot, and are even more powerful than the Demon Cult."

"Some sects have shallow backgrounds and their martial arts skills are not high. Accepting disciples is a complete misleading of their children."

The aunt said nervously: "Which is the best sect?"
Chapter completed!