Gao Cheng knew from the original memory that the power training realm is the basic realm of a body training samurai, with nine levels in total. The first three levels are internal strength, strength and tendons! These three levels focus on nourishing the body and strengthening the original source. As long as you practice the warrior who has reached the third level of power training, you will be able to be strong and have all kinds of diseases.

The fourth level of strength training is the bone tempering realm! When a warrior practices to this level, he can strengthen his bones by tempering and strengthening his bones to enhance his body's strength. The more bones he tempers, the stronger his strength, and can condense qi and strengthen his attack power.

As for the fifth level, it is the Tongli Realm. It is the realm that Le Xiong has reached, which can combine the energy in the whole body into one, possessing terrifying momentary explosive power. It can compete with one hundred on the battlefield.

"When practicing this technique, the qi and blood consumed is three times that of the Pinsta Practice. It seems that if you want to practice it, you need a lot of food and meat!" Gao Cheng said in his heart.

After Huang Shao passed on his skills, he began to summon Gao Cheng, Wu Ding, and a man wearing armor and gun to discuss matters. The man with a gun was named Zuo Bao, who had the strength of the fourth level of training and was Huang Shao's confidant.

Soon, Huang Shao issued an order to prepare to take more than a hundred people into the mountains and forests tomorrow morning, first avoiding the encirclement of the officers and soldiers of Yiyang City, and then find a way to join the Yellow Turban Army.

As time passed, the morning sun shone on the earth, and the people on the high slope began to bury the pots and cook.

The Yellow Turban camp in the distance was covered with wisps of blue smoke, and the fire was still left with flames all night. Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers, the elderly, weak, women and children were taken to the side of the road by the officers and soldiers, waiting for the city officials to decide their fate.

Gao Cheng ignored the outside world's movements. He gave all the rights of the garrison leader to Gao Tai and Zhang Chen. He came to a few big trees not far away and began to practice the Linshou Gong.

The movements of the Tiger Roaring Kung Fu are more complicated than those of the Stand Practice, and they consume a lot of qi and blood. If there is not enough meat supplement, it is harmful or useless to directly switch to this technique.

When Gao Cheng killed Le Xiong yesterday, he shot his war horse to death, and got a lot of horse meat, which was distributed to dozens of subordinates, and he still left a lot of it. He could almost allow him to practice to the second level of strength training.

The horse meat was rough and unpalatable. Gao Cheng frowned and ate a lot, and then posed in the posture of the second level of the Psycho Practice. Soon, with the help of mental power, he gradually adjusted and his body began to become hot.

Just like the first time practicing the Psycho Practice, after posing, the qi and blood in Gao Cheng's body continued to boil, turning into strands of essence and entering the muscles of the whole body. The whole person seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, which was very comfortable.

Gugu! The second map of Linshang Gong digests qi and blood a lot. The horse meat in Gao Cheng's abdomen is quickly decomposed and digested, and it quickly turns into qi, blood, and is consumed.

"The power has been a little bit stronger than before! I have to hurry up and practice these days. When the second movement map of the Pilgrimage can no longer increase the strength, this level will be almost done!"

Gao Cheng pinched his fists and made a sound of Kaba Kaba with both hands. He practiced the Pilgrimage to the second level, and at least doubled his strength. At that time, with his archery skills, he could pose a huge threat to the warriors who practiced the fourth level of strength.

Gao Cheng was sensing his increased power when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the high slope. It seemed that Wu Ding was roaring. Gao Cheng was puzzled, could it be someone who provoked him? Why are he so excited?

"Damn the dog officers and soldiers are so vicious! I will never let them go in the future!" Wu Ding shouted not far away, his expression was extremely angry, his eyes were red, his body was full of evil spirits, and his hands were constantly jumping, as if he was about to grab the iron spear and rush down the next moment.

"What's going on?"

Gao Cheng quickly subsided, walked quickly to Wu Ding's side, and looked into the distance with Wu Ding's gaze. The officers and soldiers found a low-lying place and asked the captured Yellow Turban soldiers to dig several large holes on the ground.

At this time, a group of officers and soldiers pressed the prisoners to the edge of the pit and forced the other party into the pit. For a while, they cried and screamed endlessly. Many thin women hugged their children and cried in a low voice in the pit, showing an expression of despair. They had guessed the bad luck they were about to face.

These captured Yellow Turban soldiers originally thought that the officers and soldiers asked them to dig a pit to bury the corpses that died in the camp. No one expected that the Han soldiers were so cruel that they did not even give them the chance to surrender, and they were ready to kill them all.

Many Yellow Turban soldiers rushed out roaringly, and each of them wanted to fight the fully armed military officers and soldiers with bare hands. Unfortunately, they had just dug a hole and consumed a lot of physical strength. After just a few steps, they were stabbed by the officers and soldiers with guns. Blood flowed, and hundreds of corpses were added to the ground within a moment.

On the walls of Yiyang City, Wang Jun looked at the miserable situation in the distance with a faint look. In his eyes, the captured Yellow Turban soldiers and the elderly, weak, women and children were like ants, which were not worth mentioning at all.

Beside him, the county magistrate of Yiyang County had a pale face, and there seemed to be a trace of reluctance. He sighed slightly as he watched the Yellow Turban soldiers who jumped out of the pit to resist and were killed.

"My county lord is soft-hearted?" Wang Jun turned his head and asked with a smile.

The county magistrate said: "Hey, the Yellow Turban thief is still alive, but among these tens of thousands of people, many women and children are all people who are enslaved by the Yellow Turban Army. Some are still people from Yiyang County. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to kill them all?"

Wang Jun's face was slightly dark and he said coldly: "County Master, the Yellow Turban bandits are rebels who want to subvert the world. For such rebels, they have no choice but to kill them. If they are down, how can they quickly suppress the Yellow Turban bandits if they don't use thunder methods?"

"No matter what the Yellow Turban soldiers were in the past, only by killing them all at this time can we shock others and let the people in the county know what the outcome would be if they surrender to the thief! In the future, the Yellow Turban soldiers will inevitably be resisted by the people if they come to coerce the people."

The middle-aged county magistrate looked embarrassed and dared not say anything. He was nominally the owner of Yiyang County, but in fact, everything he did depends on the expression of the Wang family. As the prince of the Wang family, Wang Jun issued an order more effective than his county magistrate.

"Young Master Ziwen!" A silver light ran quickly towards the city wall in the distance. The sound was transmitted from afar.

"Uncle is here!"

A smile appeared on Wang Jun's face, and waved his hand. The few guards guarding the city wall made way for Chen Dao to climb the city wall to come to his side.

Chen Dao rushed up the city wall with a look of eagerness. He hurriedly said, "Young Master, county master, haven't the Yellow Turban soldiers outside the city surrendered? Why do you still kill them? Most of them are people who are being bullied!"

The smile on Wang Jun's face gradually disappeared. He glanced at Chen Dao deeply and asked, "Uncle Zhi, tell me, are these people the Yellow Turban bandits?"

Chen Dao looked stagnant and couldn't help saying, "It's the Yellow Turban bandit, but..."

Wang Jun interrupted him and said, "Since it is the Yellow Turban bandit, then you should die! The court's laws, the crime of great rebellion, and the destruction of the three tribes! Shuzhi should know very clearly, right?"

Chen Dao's expression darkened, and he stood there motionless, listening to the woman crying in despair in the distance, the man who was unwilling to be killed and rebelled, he was a little lost and clenched his fists.
Chapter completed!