The night was alluring, with the silvery moonlight spreading over the wasteland like frost and snow.
The whole land looks as beautiful as silver-white stars falling in.
In the silver-covered wasteland, a crude temporary structure has been erected.
Yan Xiong sat cross-legged in one of the tents.
Things that come for free are not so easy to get.
Although he absorbed the blood essence spit out by the blood knife and directly broke into the fifth level.
But because those internal forces and true energy were not his own after all, he had been feeling restless these past few days.
He knew that this was because his strength increased too quickly and his own realm could not keep up.
Although he is not yet to the point of bursting like a bucket, this kind of forcing things to happen still makes him feel a little restless.
In addition to the state of mind, another shortcoming that is not really a shortcoming was also exposed.
"Ding! The host's Tianxiahui has expanded its influence, and the host's role-playing progress has increased by 2. The current role-playing progress is 32."
Yan Xiong became famous in the battle of Songyao.
In just two days, his name became known to everyone in the entire Mobei.
Many people know that a gang called Tianxiahui emerged in Shacheng, one of the Eighteen Border Cities.
The leader of this gang, Yan Xiong, is a fifth-rank master.
Under the intimidation of such a prestigious reputation, Asan, who was far away in Sand City, immediately seized the opportunity and sent out his men to cooperate directly with Shen Xu, who was lurking in Yellow Sand City, and captured the city with a border slave city in one fell swoop.
As a result, the power of the Tianxiahui was enhanced once again.
Therefore, Yan Xiong, who was far away in Songyao, received the news of the improvement in his role-playing progress.
However, what made Yan Xiong depressed was.
The progress of the role-playing has indeed improved, but his strength has already reached the fifth level.
This time, the improvement in his role-playing progress did not bring him any increase in strength.
It’s not like there’s no growth.
But the growth was so tiny that it only consolidated his realm.
In this way, Yan Xiong understood that his strength might not increase in the short term.
Unless the role-playing progress can match his current strength.
Otherwise, if he wants to improve his strength, he may have to rely on his own practice.
As a result, Yan Xiong, who had rarely practiced martial arts before, practiced martial arts hard.
Although he himself knows that if he relies on his own practice, his progress will probably be very slow.
However, with the idea that he could become stronger as possible, he started practicing internal skills whenever he had free time.
"Ding! The host's subordinate Ah Da broke through the ninth rank, the eighth rank, and the seventh rank, and his fate changed.
After monitoring, it was found that the fate match between him and the host's servant Qin Shuang was 61 percent.
Please tell me whether to bind the slave! "
A crisp electronic sound rang out in his mind, suddenly waking Yan Xiong up from his meditation.
Looking at this system prompt, Yan Xiong fell into deep thought.
He also didn't expect that Qin Shuang's match was among the people he adopted.
And he is Ah Da, the most ordinary and taciturn one among all of them.
But he was a little hesitant.
This 61% match is a bit low.
He was hesitating whether to bind.
However, this hesitation only lasted for a few breaths, and he immediately made up his mind.
Now the expansion of Tianxiahui is imminent.
Now is the time when we need a confidant like A Da.
Therefore, even if Ah Da's talent is not outstanding, his compatibility with Qin Shuang is not very high.
But as long as they are bound, their strength will increase rapidly.
This is very important for the future development of Tianxiahui.
He also very much wanted to affirm the moment when Feng, Yun and Shuang killed everyone for the Tianxia Association.
"Bind..."
"Ding, the host is bound to the slave Qin Shuang, the role-playing progress increases by 2, and the current role-playing progress is 34%."
"Ding, the host's four slaves are all bound successfully, the role-playing progress increases by two, and the current role-playing progress is 36%."
Two clear mechanical sounds were heard, and Yan Xiong's role-playing progress directly reached 36.
However, although the role-playing progress has reached such a high level, Yan Xiong's strength has not improved significantly.
It’s just that his original state has become more stable.
After binding the subordinates, Yan Xiong began to wonder what kind of adventure Ah Da had encountered that caused his strength to improve so quickly.
But without any clues, no matter how hard he guessed, he couldn't guess why A'da's strength increased so quickly.
In the end, he had no choice but to let the issue go.
Anyway, he will charge into the Blood Abyss with the Shahai Sect tomorrow.
You will know the specific situation after meeting A Da.
"Boss, the people from the Shahai Sect invite you to come over!"
Just then, Ah Qi's voice came from outside the door.
"Boss!"
Following behind Ah Qi is Fifteen.
When he saw Yan Xiong, he shouted with a fiery face.
"Um!"
Yan Xiong's gaze lingered on Fifteen for a while longer.
He also didn't expect that after healed Fifteen that day and left a trace of true energy in his body, this guy could actually use it to break into the ninth level.
Sure enough, the saying "no destruction, no construction" really makes a lot of sense.
This guy actually took the risk, which shows how ruthless he is.
You have to know that that true qi is not ownerless true qi.
If you try to control it, your meridians may be severed if you are not careful.
No ordinary person would dare to do this.
"Do you know what you want from me?"
Yan Xiong looked at Ah Qi.
"I don't know, but there is a group of monks outside the camp. They should be people from the Vajra Temple. I think it's because of this matter!"
Ah Qi said.
Yan Xiong nodded.
"You guys should take a rest first! There will be a fierce battle tomorrow, so take a good rest and try not to die!"
Although Yan Xiong is the gang leader.
But he is not a babysitter, and it is impossible for him to look after his men while they are fighting.
Therefore, if the fighting is fierce tomorrow and they die, it is not anyone else’s fault.
Yan Xiong walked alone along the camp towards the location of Shahai Sect.
Along the way, there were countless disciples of the Shahai Sect.
But no one was so blind as to stop him.
The disciples of the Shahai Sect are indeed very arrogant when facing those small forces.
But the Yan Xiong they are facing now is a guest of honor by their chief elders. If they dare to offend him, they believe that even if Yan Xiong kills them, the elders of the Shahai Sect will not say anything.
"Boss Yan, please come in, the elders are waiting for you!"
As soon as he arrived outside the largest tent of the Shahai Sect, the disciple who was waiting at the door came to greet him immediately.
"Um!"
Yan Xiong nodded and walked in.
"Boss Yan, you are here, please take a seat!"
In the tent, Qin Ming, Shi Tuohai and two other fifth-rank elders of the Shahai Sect were all here.
In addition, there were three monks.
Three monks, two old and one young.
Both old monks had aged faces, and they must be quite old.
They look so ordinary that it's easy to overlook them.
What is more attractive is the little monk.
He was wearing a white monk's robe, had an extremely handsome face, and had his hands clasped together, chanting scriptures in a low voice, as if nothing had anything to do with him.