After taking a look, Zhou Bo couldn't help frowning. It seemed that this Black Wind Village was in a very bad state. I really don't know how to survive until now under the siege of Qingcheng Sect. In addition to the strength of the three leaders, these ordinary bandits were all trashed. They were basically all 70,800 and 90 bandits, with very limited strength. Only Zhang San, after killing the second leader with one sword, may have triggered the advancement factor and have now become an elite monster of level 15.

However, this kind of strength is far from enough, and it is not even enough to make trouble.

Since I have become the leader of this bandit concentration camp, I have to take on the responsibility of being the boss. Cultivating these bandits is also a force. Even if I go to the Qingcheng Sect to make trouble, I will at least have an extra master, right?

"Zhang San... come here!" After finding a way to speak again, Zhou Bo's speech became more and more smooth. Although there were occasional ceases, he was finally able to say a complete sentence.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Zhang San approached Zhou Bo, nodded and bowed.

"This is for you..., Qingcheng School's... Introductory Mind Methods, and... Songfeng Sword Technique, Shadowless Phantom Foot, three secret books, you can practice it, and after practice, teach it... to other brothers." Zhou Bo took out a few secret books from his backpack and handed it to Zhang San.

"Secret...secret book!" Zhang San also stuttered, looking at the secret book in his hand, his breathing became a little rapid. Who are they? They are just ordinary bandits. When can those secret books be linked to him? Even if they go out to burn, kill, loot, it is entirely due to a ruthless spirit. Every time they kill, the opponent's sword light can make them bandits feel fear in their hearts.

"Boss... is this for me?" Zhang San seemed to be unable to believe it.

"Nonsense, it's not for you... it's for whom?" Zhou Bo rolled his eyes and cursed.

"Thank you, boss!" This thank you came from the heart. All of the three leaders in the past had unique skills, but who would be willing to hand over their secrets to ordinary little brothers who could die at any time? That was simply impossible. The lives in the soul world, guarding their unique skills one by one, are extremely strict, and that is the most important treasure.

"The other brothers are waiting. After Zhang San learns it, they will teach it one by one to ensure that everyone can learn the most basic skills. After a while, I will send you to Qingcheng to see if I can find some high-end products. Okay, Zhang San, go and help me get a hat and make a...a bigger clothes. By the way, I will get me a few iron sand bags, and I will practice iron sand palms!"

With Zhou Bo's order, the Black Wind Village temporarily gave up the wealthy profession of bandits. One by one, the younger brothers began their career in practicing kung fu. Although it was only the most ordinary low-level mental technique, the most ordinary sword technique and light skills of the Qingcheng Sect, these younger brothers really enjoyed it when practicing.

Zhang San did not dare to hide his own private interests. After learning it, he immediately spread it one by one. The entire forty-five bandits of the parody village were all involved in the cultivation plan. As for Zhou Bo, he stayed in the practice of Hu Benjin every day. Due to his own profession, Zhou Bo was able to quickly enter into meditation and practice very quickly.

However, Hu Ben Jin is an intermediate internal skill after all, and it is not comparable to the entry-level product like Qingcheng Mind Method. The cultivation speed is quite slow. Although the cultivation speed has increased greatly after a long period of time, the experience value required for upgrading becomes more and more terrifying.

Every time I wake up from the meditation, I am almost awakened by my stomach by my stomach, and immediately my younger brother will send a lot of barbecue for my boss to enjoy. This kind of life makes Zhou Bo quite satisfied. This is the benefit of being a boss. There are many younger brothers serving him anytime and anywhere.

After drinking and eating, the iron sand palms were immediately exercised. The two intertwined each other and were both making rapid progress. At the beginning, a punch of an iron sand bag immediately made Zhou Bo's claws hurt. An iron sand bag could last for several days, but as Zhou Bo's palm power became stronger, an iron sand bag was immediately blown up by Zhou Bo in less than five hours.

The energy inside his body was stirring, and the wide clothes that Zhang San found on his body suddenly whirred. The sleeves were instantly pulled straight, and then he smashed them down with a palm. With a bang, the sandbag instantly shattered, and the black iron sand kept floating around and scattered on the ground.

Four hours!

The palm power has improved again. This time, the sandbag has been broken in less than four hours.

"Enemy attack!" A crisp whistle sounded suddenly. Although most of the bandits were engaged in cultivation, there were people to guard the gate of the village every day. When the enemy was discovered, they would immediately wake up their companions with a whistle.

Enemy attack!

An enemy actually attacked him!

Zhou Bo's face changed slightly. He had been in this parcel for almost a month. During this month, he had been practicing hard and never going out to make trouble. However, he didn't expect that this time, an enemy attack occurred. Who dared to make trouble in my parcel? Can you die?

Zhou Bo suddenly burst out of anger, his face changed, his toes slightly, and his fat body rushed towards the place where the gate of the village was located, and then he soared into the air. His body was flying over the eaves and walls and suddenly unfolded, and his body fell on the gatehouse with a thud. The huge body immediately made the entire gatehouse creak, and it could be crushed by Zhou Bo's fat body at any time.

"Boss, there is something wrong." A little brother suddenly felt much more at ease when he saw Zhou Bo appear. After getting along during this period, Zhou Bo was no longer a monster in his heart. Instead, he became a very friendly boss, teaching his own internal skills and his own moves, so that he could also have powerful power as an ordinary bandit.

Following the direction pointed by the younger brother, Zhou Bo looked at him and dozens of figures appeared in front of Zhou Bo, all of whom were covered with long robes from the Qingcheng Sect, with long swords hanging around his waist. He was rushing towards the direction where the village was located.

"Damn it, Qingcheng Sect smashed. I haven't gone to Qingcheng Sect to make trouble yet. You actually came to the door on your own initiative? Okay, I will let you go without going back today." Zhou Bo's eyes turned with a vicious thought, looked at the dozens of figures in the distance, waved his hand to summon the younger brothers around him. A large number of younger brothers had appeared on the gatehouse, looking at the players of Qingcheng Sect below, with hatred eyes flashing in his eyes.

These bastards from the Qingcheng Sect come to make trouble every once in a while. For such a long time, I don’t know how many counterfeit brothers were killed by the Qingcheng Sect.

"You guys are here, I'll meet those guys!" Zhou Bo snorted coldly, then he jumped, his fat body rushed out of the village gate, and with a thud, it fell on the ground. The effect of flying eaves and walls was dozens of times stronger than that of the Shadowless Phantom Foot.

At this moment, the players from the Qingcheng Sect in front finally came to Zhou Bo.
Chapter completed!