Chapter 1 Xuantie(!)

Qinjiazhuang, Qin Bing's home.

Mr. Qin Hong, who got the news, hurriedly came. Seeing that Qin Bing was fine, the old man was also relieved. After all, Qin Bing is not only his grandson, but also the first genius in the village. Although the old man usually does not supervise Qin Bing's practice too much, the old man's love for him is less than others.

The old man was also surprised to learn that Qin Bing had killed Han Fei. In addition, Qin Bing actually called him a brother with the disciples of the "King of Shuzong", which made the old man even more happy. So the clan meeting was held again.

"Binger, how did you kill Han Fei?" As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he pointed directly to the key to the problem. After living for so many years, he was also a well-known blacksmith in ten miles and eight villages at the beginning, and he still knew something about the martial arts. Although Han Fei has made his debut for more than 20 years, the old man also knows him. This person is not a farmer. He is a real person with a real family!

It is extremely difficult for an ordinary man, even if it is the divine power of the gods, to defeat the master. If the other party is just an unknown role, the old man will not think so. After all, Qin Bing's ability is not bad. But Han Fei can also be regarded as the top level of second-class masters. Even ordinary first-class masters dare not say that they can easily kill him, not to mention a teenager like Qin Bing.

There is a slight gap between the world and Qin Bing's martial arts in his previous life. Generally speaking, third-rate masters can lift eight hundred catties of stone locks, second-class masters are about 2,000 to eight thousand pounds, and first-class masters are more than eight thousand catties. Of course, this is just some ordinary people's speculation about the realm of martial arts. In fact, there are still some differences between real martial artists and this data. For example, those martial artists who have cultivated true qi since childhood are slightly worse in heavy objects, but their real combat effectiveness is extremely strong, while those men who practice foreign skills are inferior in this respect. Some.

Although there are some differences, they are not big, otherwise heavy objects such as stone locks will not be used for testing. Han Fei is a top second-rate master. Although he cultivates true qi, there is at least six or seven kilograms of power in this punch. The Qin Bing clan will only be more than 1,000 catties. How can Qin Bing kill Han Fei with such a big gap between the two?

As soon as the old man's words came out, the eyes of everyone in the room fell on Qin Bing, waiting for him to explain this problem.

"Actually, I created a boxing method myself, supplemented by some vomit, I can practice true qi!" Qin Bing had already figured out how to deal with this problem, even when he said the prepared words.

"Do you create your own boxing and practice true qi?" Everyone in the room looked at each other, and it was obviously a little hard to believe what Qin Bing said.

Seeing his father, grandfather and two uncles's stunned look, Qin Bing also had a bitter smile in his heart. Originally, he planned to say that cultivating true qi was an inadvertent secret, but after thinking about it, he gave up this idea. Qinjiazhuang has lived in this Wanliping area for a few years and knows Wanliping very well. There are really some secrets in Luo Wanliping, and it's still his turn to Qin Bing.

"Xiao Bing, are you kidding?" Qin Yi looked stunned and couldn't believe what his son said. After all, it's really unbelievable to break into such things as skills.

"Ye!" Qin Bing nodded, and at this time, he could only continue to tell this lie.

"Cough..." Mr. Qin Hong coughed gently, glanced at Qin Bing and smiled, "This skill is created by people. If others can create it, can't my Binger do it? Binger is the first man recorded in Qinjiazhuang, and it is not impossible to have such an opportunity.

Mr. Qin Hong doesn't want to investigate too much about his skills. Whether it's Qin Bing's own creation or someone else's professor, anyway, Qin Bing has the true spirit of his family at this moment, which is the most important thing. This is the world. No one cares how your secrets come from, as long as you are strong enough!

Hearing Qin Hong's words, everyone understood that the old man did not intend to continue on this issue, so they stopped asking. Qin Bing was also relieved to see that everyone was not asking this question. He hasn't been out of Qinjiazhuang for six years. He really can't find any other reason to explain the origin of this skill. He can't tell them that his skill is from his previous life, right? I'm afraid it's more shocking than his own creation!

"Binger, we won't ask the origin of this skill, but..." Mr. Qin Hong said awkwardly, "Can this skill be passed on to the children of Qinjiazhuang?"

After all, Qin Hong is the owner of a village. Once the skill is over, he will consider the future of the whole village.

"Of course!" Qin Bing looked at the look of her grandfather and several uncles and couldn't bear to refuse.

"That's good, that's good!" When Mr. Qin Hong heard the words, he laughed loudly.

You should know that there are many talented people in the children of Qinjiazhuang, but without this internal skill, most of it is just some strength. If you have this internal skill, Qinjiazhuang may be several times stronger in the next ten or twenty years, which is a big deal for the whole Zhuangzi!

"Xiao Bing, don't worry, this skill will be the highest secret of my Qinjiazhuang. Only those who are more talented than ordinary people can practice!" After living for so many years, Mr. Qin Hong naturally knows the power of it. Such internal skills will not only be jealous, but also those internal masters may be greedy. At this time, Qinjiazhuang obviously did not have the strength to preserve this internal skill, and could only practice in a low profile.

"Hmm!" Qin Bing nodded. As the saying goes, every man is innocent and has his guilt. At this time, Qinjiazhuang is indeed not suitable for practicing skills with great fanfare.

"In this way, Grandpa, you choose several clans with better qualifications. I will personally pass on their skills and let them learn them. After passing them on, I will sort out another book of practice skills, which will be much safer." Qin Bing pondered for a moment, and there was an idea in his mind, and he hurriedly said.

"Okay, okay! That's it." When Mr. Qin Hong heard this, he nodded repeatedly and was happy to think about his grandson.

"Xiao Bing, my tiger son's talent is not bad. Among this wave of people, I can't live without him!" Qin Wu looked at Qin Bing in front of him.

"Of course." Qin Bing nodded quickly and said, "Actually, Brother Hu has taught him some ways to admit. Although he has not practiced true anger, his foundation is better than others!"

Qin Bing did not lie. The method of naiveting is a necessary process for the cultivation of the inner family's true qi. Although it is not enough to practice true qi, it still has a lot of good for his own exercise. Qin Hu has been practicing the method of naiveting for a long time. If he practices the inner family's skills at this moment, it is naturally half a matter. Double the effort.

"That would be great!" Qin Wu looked happy.

Naturally, he loves Qin Hu's son very much. Qin Hu's own talent is not bad. Now that Qin Bing has taken out his internal skills, he naturally hopes that Qin Hu can practice, but now he is also a surprise to learn that Qin Bing has already taught Qin Hu the art of acceptance.

"Grandpa, I killed Han Fei today and got some money and a piece of strange black iron from him." Qin Bing took out the burden and black iron in her arms.

"Oh?" Qin Hong asked, frowned slightly, and took over the money, silver and black iron in Qin Bing's hand.

The old man checked the silver ticket with an excited look in his eyes and was shocked, "Is there actually 94,000 taels of silver here?"

Qin Hong is in charge of Qinjiazhuang's financial power. Naturally, he has a great understanding of how much silver there is in the village. Naturally, he knows better that the silver taken out by Qin Bing can only be accumulated by Qinjiazhuang in the past hundred years.

"What? So many?" The three Qin Zheng brothers were also shocked. Originally, when they saw Qin Bing taking out a silver ticket, they thought it was hundreds of taels. After all, it was Qin Bing who fought for his life, and everyone did not intend to let him take it out, but now they do know that there are more than 90,000 taels of money here. This is an astronomical number!

"Han Fei is a thief, so it's not surprising that he can accumulate so much wealth." Instead, Qin Hong thought for a moment and said.

The three nodded when they heard the words. Originally, it was impossible for a second-rate master like Han Fei to have so much wealth, but it was not strange that he could have so much wealth after killing and accumulating more goods for decades.

Qin Hong put the silver ticket in his hand on the table, picked up the black gas and looked at it carefully. From time to time, he frowned and rubbed it with his hand. Later, the old man's eyebrows were still twisted into the word "Chuan".

"Don't grandpa know this thing?" Looking at Qin Hong, who frowned, Qin Bing couldn't help thinking disappointedly.

"Zhenger, take a look!" Qin Hong's thoughts were all on the black iron, and naturally he did not notice the change of Qin Bing's face.

Qin Zheng carefully took the black iron in his father's hand and observed it carefully. Did he touch it and rub it, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Do you see it?" Qin Hong looked at Qin Zhengdao, who frowned.

"Dad, I haven't seen it yet." Qin Zheng has taken over the blacksmith's shop for more than ten years. He usually deals with big and small things. Only things he can't handle will inform Qin Hong, but at this moment, he obviously does not see the origin of this black iron.

"Yi'er, close the window!" When Qin Hong heard the words, his face remained unchanged and could not see the joy and anger, but he said to Qin Yi beside him.

Qin Yi was stunned when he heard the words, but he still closed the window. Although it was only evening, the door had been closed, and the light in the room was not particularly bright. When the window was closed, the whole house suddenly darkened.

However, in this dark house, there is an extra item with a faint purple-gold light. It is lying in the hands of Mr. Qin Hong, which is the black iron taken out by Qin Bing.

"Dad, I see!" Qin Zheng saw the faint purple-gold light in the old man's hand and said quickly.

"Yi'er, open the window." Qin Hong just nodded when he heard the words and immediately ordered Qin Yi beside him.

As the window opened, the house became bright again, and the faint purple-gold light also disappeared. Only the dark iron block was left in Qin Hong's hand.

"Grandpa, do you already know what this is?" Qin Bing saw this move and asked quickly.

Sure enough, Mr. Qin Hong said excitedly, "This is Xuantie!"