I couldn't find out much about this with myself. Zhang Ming nodded secretly after hearing this, then raised his head and signaled the translator to continue to ask the next question.

The translator was stunned when he saw this, then smiled flatteringly, grabbed a vassal from the crowd of people, and continued to talk.

The second vassal was tough at first, and it seemed to be a heroic death. However, after the translator smiled and used the trick, the vassal also begged for mercy and said everything he knew.

Soon, regardless of whether the vassal people were saying true or not, Zhang Ming asked the translator to ask one by one, and two or three of them were really tough, and they were tortured to death.

Finally, Zhang Ming asked the translator to turn over the questions he asked the vassals. Fortunately, these vassals were upright and no one was foolish in making fraud for Zhang Ming, and they all answered them one after another. It seemed that this was true.

Based on the information they raised, Zhang Ming also had some guesses about the current residence of Yang Yier, a great clan of Yuhai tribe. This will help him to intervene in the plot and know himself and his enemy, so that he can carefully consider how to do it.

"You did a good job." The people of the vassal side fell dyingly in the courtyard. The courtyard was covered with blood, but Zhang Ming stood on the side, the moonlight shining on his white robe, his tall figure looked quite elegant, but there was an inappropriate smile on his face and said respectfully to the translator, which made the people of the vassal shudder.

"It's all good for you to give me advice, sir." The translator lowered his head in a low voice, smiled, and pushed it.

"This is for you," Zhang Ming took out a heavy ingot of silver from his arms and slammed it in his hand. It should have weighed one or two pounds and threw it to the translator, "Go back and rest first."

The translator rushed to take the money, and his face was filled with joy, but he turned and felt bitter, and he looked at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming smiled and knew what he was thinking, so he shook his head and continued, "Go back and rest. If you have any questions in the future, you will greet you."

After receiving Zhang Ming's promise, the translator looked in a good mood. While nodding and bowing, he kept saying, "The villain is a bad life, Dou Gengzhong, only the adult life is for you!" Then he retreated all the way to the door and gently brought it to the yard gate.

Zhang Ming looked around at the vassals who were lying on the ground for a week, and these people were of no use. The next day, the shopkeeper's people came to the door and could just ask them to clean up the vassals. As for the more accurate news from the Yangyier tribe, he would naturally go and ask him if he had the chance in the future.

The next day, when Zhang Ming arrived when the servant sent by the shopkeeper to deliver the meal, he ordered him to take someone to clean up the vassals who had been practicing martial arts in the morning. The courtyard was also troubled by the people brought by the shopkeeper, and finally it seemed less bloody.

In the afternoon, a master of true qi came to the door. It turned out that he was an elder of a gang called Qingliang Sect in Lingzhou. He met Zhang Ming in a series of previous banquets.

He learned about the news that Zhang Ming brought the vassals into the city from the military and came to ask questions. Zhang Ming just told him that he had already dealt with the matter, so the visitor didn't say much. After a few idle words, he had an in-depth exchange with Zhang Ming, and then said goodbye and left.

When Zhang Ming saw him off, he could only secretly stumble on the heavy control of the internal area in this side, which was unimaginable in the southeast of the hinterland.

......

More than three months passed in the blink of an eye, summer has arrived and slowly left, and the weather has slowly begun to turn colder.

On that day, Zhang Ming sat upright on his roof, the breeze swayed slightly, raised his hair, his consciousness became deep, and his data suddenly appeared in front of him:

"Name: Zhang Ming

Age: 17(-)

Physical constitution: 2.0(+)

Power: 2.6(+)

Agility: 2.7(+)

Spirit: 1.6(+)

Skill: Leaping on the cloud ladder (Ascending) [Earning effect: Legs true qi], Six-paned snake-shaped hand (Ascending) [Earning effect: Hands true qi], Superpower: Vision (Abnormal level), Wave Breath and Wave Calming Method (Master)

Points: 12.9

Space: 1

Fusion: Big Blood Shadow Hand (Big Pass), Xingkong and Longitudinal Qi Sword (Master)”

In the past few months, in addition to maintaining the technique of riding on the cloud ladder and the six-pan snake-shaped hand, he has mainly been practicing the method of sword double masters, and has also achieved some results - the sword double masters have advanced to the first level and reached the master level. When he was in use, he has indeed had a bit of charm and his strength has improved a lot.

The useless big blood shadow hand reached the level of rough communication in his practice of being able to do it from time to time.

And the points also reached the peak he had never had, twelve to nine.

His consciousness deepened further, and he felt the world spinning around him. In an instant, he seemed to be in a darkness. Small spots of light slowly appeared around him, flashing with lights of different sizes and strengths.

One of the lights exuded a fatal temptation towards Zhang Ming, lingering around him, as if he was about to take a look at the time to get into his body.

Zhang Ming knew that this was the opportunity for him to enter the next new world after the points met the requirements. This light spot told him that the new world was already eager to welcome his arrival.

However, since he had already decided on a development strategy before and the Northwest Martial Arts Association would be held for a year, Zhang Ming was not in a hurry to enter the new world to obtain resources.

On the contrary, the improvement of martial arts, which seemed to be more cost-effective at this time, was even more attractive to Zhang Ming's magic eyes, especially after several months of training, his body's ability to tolerate some martial arts meridians and could withstand the forced improvement of his martial arts by the mysterious land system.

However, when his martial arts skills are now improved to the peak and he wants to continue to improve without much chance of obtaining high-level martial arts, that is, the time to enter a new world, he himself knows this.

After all, the integration of martial arts is not very reliable, and perhaps more attempts are needed to obtain sufficiently stable methods to obtain martial arts that are helpful to him.

Zhang Ming made a cruel decision and refused the temptation of the light spot for himself. His consciousness suddenly pulled out of the mysterious place. His eyes suddenly opened and he shouted in his mouth: "Enhance!"

The points suddenly began to be consumed violently, and Zhang Ming's limbs and torso also began to slowly expand and contract, and his martial arts began to improve along the way he calculated in advance.

After a while, new data appeared before Zhang Ming:

"Name: Zhang Ming

Age: 17(-)

Physical constitution: 2.1(+)

Power: 2.7(+)

Agility: 2.9(+)

Spirit: 1.9(+)

Skill: Leaping on the cloud ladder (Ascending) [Earning effect: Legs true qi], Six-paned snake-shaped hand (Ascending) [Earning effect: Hands true qi], Superpower: Vision (Abnormal level), Wave Breath and Wave Calming Method (Earn Transformation)

Points: 3.0

Space: 1

Fusion: Big Blood Shadow Hand (Entering the Transformation), Xingkong and Dual Sword (Entering the Transformation)”
Chapter completed!