Chapter 121 The Final Chapter of the Diary of a Boxing Master
Having solved a problem that had troubled him for a long time, the road ahead became brighter and brighter, and Zhao Cheng was in a good mood.
Although this is just the first step in a long journey of thousands of miles, only with the first step can we have the second and third steps.
The blood moon did not appear, so Zhao Cheng continued to practice swordsmanship, still practicing basic swordsmanship. During this period, he had been delaying the basic swordsmanship for several days in order to verify his conjecture.
Compared to practicing the self-created Tianfeng Xiangyu Sword, for Zhao Cheng, basic swordsmanship is the most profitable at present, not to mention that reality is his foundation.
Even if the basic swordsmanship has no beneficial effect on the fine hole system, Zhao Cheng will choose to master the basic swordsmanship first.
As for the Tianfeng Xiangyu Sword, Zhao Cheng plans to continue to think about it and polish it slowly in his free time.
It wasn't until the blood moon appeared that Zhao Cheng went to fight monsters on a daily basis.
As usual, Quan Chi comes first. Now with more kills and his own rapid growth, Zhao Cheng used to take more than fifty moves to deal with Quan Chi at the earliest, but now it has been reduced to less than thirty moves. This is undoubtedly
It's huge progress.
And his basic swordsmanship is about to reach level 16. If it weren't for the delay in creating the Tianfeng Xiangyu Sword, Zhao Cheng's basic swordsmanship must have reached level 16 now.
It doesn't take more than a few simulations to clear the elite monsters and get the first kill reward, and the plan can be put on the agenda.
Except for Tianfeng Xiangyujian's accident, everything was in order.
Twenty-nine swords were used to kill the boxing idiot, one sword was used to kill the loser, one sword was used to kill the boxing monster, and one sword was used to kill the boxing expert. Zhao Cheng used extremely fast speed to quickly clear away the monsters.
Even Quan Chi still couldn't kill without taking any damage, which slowed down Zhao Cheng's subsequent progress in clearing monsters.
Zhao Cheng spent most of his time running maps.
Generally speaking, after killing the master of boxing, Zhao Chengcheng would find a relatively closed and dark place nearby to delay the end of the simulation, and use the extra time to think about swordsmanship, which can be said to be the ultimate use of time.
Simulating once or twice may not extend the time much, but if it accumulates over time, this number will become longer.
But this time, Sun Ming came out of the treasure chest again.
Calculating the time, fourteen simulations a week, the last time the treasure chest was released, it has reached the minimum limit.
The minimum guarantee of the treasure chest is usually about fifteen times.
Thinking of the ashes of the last spark, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but look forward to it.
Log: You opened the treasure chest (white) x1, obtained 1 simulation point, strengthened stone (white) x1, and Sun Ming's diary fragment x1
Diary: In the illustrated book, the remaining pages of Sun Ming’s diary have been completed and turned into Sun Ming’s diary.
Zhao Cheng looked at the refreshed log and felt enlightened for a moment.
Sun Ming was his first step in this world, and it was also the most critical step. It was the beginning of everything.
Zhao Chengyou remembered the anticipation when he first encountered the remaining pages of the other party's diary. He also remembered the various fantasies he had about the power system of this world when he encountered the Tianfeng Xiangyu Fist.
Now, the completion of the diary seems to have become some kind of meaningful symbol, or milestone.
Therefore, he immediately looked at the completed diary, and after skipping the previous ones, he looked directly at page nine.
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June 7, 174 Cangli calendar year
I returned to Moyun City and investigated what happened back then. The museum owner was no match for them, but I was stronger than the museum owner.
The Nirvana Tianfeng will destroy all enemies that stand in my way!
I'm sure of this.
Now, I have found my target, which is an organization called Steel Fist Club.
The Steel Fist Club is very powerful, but what is even stronger is the Holy Fist Club behind the Steel Fist Club, which is the real behemoth.
I need help!
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September 28th, 174th year of the Cangli calendar
I showed the true meaning of Tianfeng and returned to the Nantian Holy Sect. After knowing the whole story, the Holy Sect was willing to help me. The only requirement was that it would only block the power of the Holy Fist Club. The Steel Fist Club needed me to go there by myself.
deal with.
Revenge is the only motivation for me to live. This is the meaning of my existence. I can sacrifice everything for this, so I agreed without hesitation.
The Demonic Fist General of the Twelve Generals of Nantian admires my fighting spirit very much and is willing to return with me to help me block the possible masters of the Holy Fist Club.
The flame will eventually be rekindled, and Tianfeng will never die!
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November 13th, 174th year of the Cangli calendar
In the Steel Fist Club, there are seven Vajras, three heavenly kings, and the strongest leader.
But now, more than a month has passed, and all the seven Vajras have been killed by me. The three kings have also become dead souls under my fists. As for their leader, he cannot escape!
The blood makes Tianfeng's flames burn brighter.
If I had not used Heaven and Earth to Return Together, I would definitely have reached nirvana again in the blood of my enemies and gathered my strength.
Just end up together with no regrets!
I exchanged my life for strength. If I hadn't chosen this path, I wouldn't have been able to kill them.
I asked myself, even if I had to choose 10,000 times, I would still choose this path.
A strong one!
Just have no regrets!
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November 16th, 174th year of the Cangli calendar
After three consecutive days of pursuit and escape, day and night, the leader of the Steel Fist Club finally reached his limit and could no longer run.
I looked at the tall man in front of me. His originally tall body was also a little huddled.
In front of my eyes, the fire of that year seemed to be burning.
At that time, I was so cowardly and incompetent, undoubtedly a complete weakling.
But I feel that sometimes, as a weak person, living happily may not be a bad thing.
It would be great if there really was a world where weak people could live happily, I think so.
Inexplicably, I suddenly understood the president.
Maybe this is the other person's ideal.
Unfortunately, the other party was not completely successful.
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January 2, 175 Cangli calendar year
After I recovered from my injuries at Nandou Saint Sect, I returned to Moyun City, where it all began.
My actions were appreciated by the higher-ups of the Holy Sect, and they invited me to stay in the Holy Sect, where I can become stronger with my powerful boxing skills.
However, I gave up.
I inherited everything from the Tianfeng Pavilion and received help from the Nantian Holy Sect. All of a sudden, I became a bigger figure than the old pavilion owner.
I plan to rebuild Tianfeng Pavilion.
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September 5th, 176th year of the Cangli calendar
Tianfeng Pavilion has been rebuilt, and the stone tablet at the entrance has long since disappeared, but I made a replica.
Looking at the energetic faces in Tianfeng Pavilion, time seems to have returned to the past.
The happiest and most fulfilling years of my life were probably that period of time.
When I was young, I always thought about what would happen in the future, but later I realized that that time was the best.
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November 9, 190 Cang Calendar
My aging rate suddenly accelerated, my strength began to lose, and my body became weak.
But I don't feel afraid, I just feel a little reluctant to let go of this world.
Will my students be able to maintain the glory of Tianfeng Hall after they die outside?
I thought about the old owner again, and I seemed to have become like him.
Time is moving forward, but as in previous years, young people like to look at the big white legs of their senior sisters. It has been like this for many years.
What the old owner was looking at at first was probably not the legs, but his lost youth.
I seem to understand.
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I forgot what day it was in May 193 in the Cangli calendar.
I seem to be dying, empty and cold, it seems not bad