All My Skills Are Picked Up

Lo Tian and the Fang Blood Lord were lying on the ground, surrounded by ice. No one dared to approach them.    

"What's going on? Fighting on the street!"    

"It looks like two powerful warriors are fighting. It's too scary. Look at the mess on the ground."    

"This is too lawless. They even dare to fight in the capital city."    

"Let's wait for a while. With such a big commotion, the capital guard team will be here soon."    

...    

A group of people pointed and pointed. This place was not far from the martial artist reporting company. Some of the news, Lao Shu, came over after hearing the news. When he saw the scene in front of him, he hurriedly used the record spar to record it down. Each and every one of their eyes lit up, as if they had found the absolutely good news to report tomorrow.    

"Spread out! Spread out!"    

Soon, the guards arrived.    

Upon seeing the situation, the captain called out to the silver-armored guards behind him, then led a few experts forward to investigate.    

"One dead! I don't know his identity, but his claws are so long. Is he a Demonic Cultivator or a martial artist specializing in training in spikes?"    

"This one is alive. He seems to have fainted!"    

"Mm. Check his things and his identity."    

"Found it, Captain. There is an Honour Crystal, it is a deacon!"    

The captain looked at the Honour Crystal and his gaze slightly changed.    

According to the rules, once a deacon fell to the ground, he should immediately report it to the Martial Tower. A deacon handling a case was not something these capital guards could interfere with.    

But this guard captain seemed to have other thoughts. It was also at this moment that the guard beside picked up Lo Tian's weapon and said, "Wow, there are still people who use muck-fork as a weapon. But it's so sharp!"    

"Good treasure, good muck-fork!"    

"And this saber, what kind of texture is it? It looks like a treasure weapon!"    

"Captain, it really is a treasure weapon!"    

The guard captain's eyes lit up. He took Lo Tian's Pig Slaughtering Knife and looked at it carefully.    

"What a treasure!"    

The captain of the guards gave the two silver-armored guards a look. The two of them immediately lifted Lo Tian up. As they pulled Lo Tian up, Lo Tian's hand swept across the corpse of the Tusk Blood Lord. No one saw anything on the body of the Tusk Blood Lord. A treasure chest disappeared.    

At the same time, a ring appeared on Lo Tian's right pinky.    

"Take it away. Take the corpse too. Return to the Guard Division's prison!"    

The captain of the guards said in a clear voice.    

The surrounding civilians opened up a path and watched as Lo Tian and Fang Xuejun's corpses were moved away.    

A few "Message Rats" also secretly recorded this scene in the corner.    

Although they did not know what had happened. But it seemed like the small news section of the Capital City Fighter Newspaper tomorrow had been found.    

...    

The next morning.    

Lo Tian finally woke up slowly.    

The moment he woke up, Lo Tian felt a heart-piercing pain coming from all his limbs and bones.    

It had been a long time since Lo Tian experienced this kind of pain. Ever since he had the healing talent, he had been suffering from minor injuries and minor illnesses. All of them healed very quickly. Even if he were to receive some combat injuries, he would still be affected by the healing talent. The pain would quickly disappear, and then scab and heal.    

But this time, the pain was like thousands of ants biting at him.    

Lo Tian clearly knew that he was going all out this time. With severe injuries, the healing talent would not be effective. It was probably all because of luck that he was able to survive.    

"Incarnation Spell, a Perfect Level Incarnation Spell!"    

Lo Tian curled the corner of his mouth and whispered.    

Before this, he didn't know that there was still a Perfect Level cultivation technique. He really thought that Super was almost the limit. Now, it seemed like the many levels of the cultivation technique hadn't revealed his true appearance to him yet.    

The level of the skill that Lo Tian knew about. It was probably the most basic level of lower, middle, and high three levels. After the advanced cultivation method, the super cultivation method would be completed. After that, the super cultivation method would transform into a Perfect Level cultivation technique. As he continued, he didn't know anything.    

The other strengthening and special cultivation techniques should belong to a cultivation technique that could no longer be improved by cultivation. As for the mutated level, it was even more absurd. It was probably a cultivation method that could not be improved even with points.    

He slightly sorted out the classifications of the cultivation methods in his mind. After a while, he felt fortunate that he was lucky this time. Lo Tian turned his head and looked around.    

The wet ground, the low roof, and the iron cage in front of him were all telling him that he was in a dungeon.    

There were a few other prisoners who were locked up with Lo Tian. All of them were hiding in a corner. They did not move.    

Lo Tian slowly looked at himself. After sensing for a bit, he found that everything on him was gone.    

His weapon, crystal, and ring were all gone. It was as if he had been completely stripped clean. Fortunately, the other party did not strip him of his clothes.    

The torn shirt he was wearing after the battle was still there, barely covering the key parts.    

Interesting. It doesn't look like the Devil Cultivator's handiwork. Who robbed me of my things? He's quite bold!    

Lo Tian thought to himself. He wasn't worried about losing his things. There was a skull in the White Bone Ring, that guy wouldn't give it to anyone else. As for his glory crystal, only he could open it. If he couldn't even handle the Martial Tower, there was no need to mention the others. The only thing he needed to worry about was his weapon.    

But for the sake of two weapons, he had offended a deacon? This did not seem to be a good deal.    

Thump, thump. Thump!    

The sound of footsteps could be heard. Lo Tian watched as a man walked to the entrance of the dungeon. The dim light made Lo Tian unable to see the other party's face clearly. He could only close one eye and forcefully circulate a trace of warrior qi into his left eye. He had to rely on the Torch Dragon's Eye to see the other party's appearance clearly.    

It was a man in his forties. He was dressed in silver armor and wore a purple cape. He was dressed in a standard capital guard outfit, and he seemed to be the leader of the guards.    

The man let the people beside him open the door to the prison and walked in. Ignoring the others, he said to Lo Tian, "You're awake?"    

Lo Tian looked up at him and asked, "My things are with you?"    

The man nodded and said, "I guess so. I saved your life. You fought with someone and laid down on the street. According to the laws of the Empire, fighting within the capital city and causing trouble, destroying the streets, sentenced to ten years of imprisonment."    

Lo Tian ignored him and continued," My things are all with you? "    

The man's expression slightly changed, but he still looked down at Lo Tian and said, "Yes, your weapon is a murder weapon that needs to be confiscated. The rest will naturally be returned to you when you get out of prison."    

Lo Tian looked into the man's eyes and said word by word, "confiscated? You confiscated my weapon? "    

The man seemed to be frightened by Lo Tian's stare, but he still said coldly, "If you don't accept it, you can sue me after you get out of prison. But I think it will take at least seven or eight years for you to get out. "    

When the man said this, he paused, as if waiting for Lo Tian to say something.    

However, Lo Tian only looked at him coldly, which made the man even more embarrassed.    

He could only continue, "Of course, unless you are willing to offer something. I can handle it as I see fit. "