Chapter Thirty-Eight: Searching for the Dead’s Wealth The iron piece weighs a hundred catties?
Looking at the frozen head on the ground, the seven wretched faces all twitched in unison.
The two terrifying young men in front of them are definitely geniuses with high-quality souls! The higher the quality of the soul, the higher the combat power base of the realm. It seems that this is the only explanation that is in line with the understanding of normal people.
Xue Xiong stared, his teeth were trembling, and his liver and gallbladder were cold. He thought that in the blood prison, he could do many things that were restricted in the outside world, but he didn't expect that before the plan was implemented, he hit the iron plate.
What bad luck! A trace of anger flashed in Xue Xiong's eyes, and a conspiracy was born from his heart.
"Brothers, there are seven of us. We are afraid that he is a fool! Charge!!" The muscles on his face were twisted, and he didn't know what kind of nerve he had. He roared and pushed the two people around him forward.
At this moment, everyone's scalp was numb. Faced with the crisis, they showed bravery and fearlessness. They all rushed forward and used their own tricks. But Zhuo Yifan's attack speed was faster than them. These people,
Much weaker than the Skeleton Werewolf.
Even werewolves were killed with one sword, let alone them?
The first person to rush to Zhuo Yifan was Liu Si, a wretched and skinny man who was dissatisfied with his desires. He fired a punch like a steel cannon, and the orange spiritual power transformed into a spiritual snake wrapped around his arm, dancing in the air and making a hunting sound.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Yifan's current speed is so fast, his total combat power is comparable to that of the mid-level Three Mysterious Palace Realm, let alone these six ants?
"Wow!" He twitched the Cold Tribulation Sword suddenly, causing a circle of ice mist to spread out, rolling up a burst of ice storm. In no time, all six people who came up from the siege had been cut in half, leaving pieces of flesh and blood.
There was a thick layer of ice on the ground, and there was a white chill. Especially the heads of the six people were frozen in the ferocious expressions they had before death, and their faces were abominable.
Zhuo Yifan is now using the Cold Tribulation Sword more and more smoothly, like a spiritual weapon customized for himself. It consumes little and has strong lethality. The freezing effect is even more praiseworthy.
With one swing of his sword, he killed six people instantly like cutting tofu.
hiss!--
Seeing this scene, Xue Xiong gasped.
Xue Xiong's face turned pale when he heard the horrific screams. What was even more unfortunate was that before he could even run away, Le Shi grabbed him by the skirt of his clothes and held him high in the air like an ant.
"Push your companions out and escape by yourself? You are really worse than a pig or a dog! There are beasts like you in the world!"
When Le Shi was angry, he was like a fire lion. An ordinary slap had the power of fifteen elephants. Two slaps in the face almost made him die from anger.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... You are indeed the one who ate the brute force fruit. The strength is indeed demonic."
The corner of Zhuo Yifan's mouth twitched, and he slowly approached Xue Xiong, the legitimate son of the Xue family. There was no expression on his calm face, and there was no murderous look in his eyebrows. There was only a look of ridicule. Seeing Xue Xiong, he had no strength.
After escaping, he stopped Le Shi and said, "Let him go first. If he runs out of breath, it will be difficult."
Bang! Le Shi suddenly let go of his hand, and Xue Xiong fell heavily to the ground.
"This guy is too wretched. I have to wash my hands so as not to stain my pure heart." Le Shi left these words quite stinkingly, and actually ran to the edge of the pond. After that,
Only then did Zhuo Yifan realize that this guy had mysophobia!
"Do you have anything to say?" Zhuo Yifan stared at Xue Xiong, whose face was as swollen as a pig, and said calmly.
"Keep a line in everything so that we can meet each other later. Kill me... You will not end well. You will be killed by cousin Fang Wei. Cousin Fang Wei is much more powerful than you. He is Chi Hua
A major force in the city, a genius among young people. You let me hide in the cave for a while, recover from my injuries, and take good care of me. When the time comes, cousin Fang Wei comes. You bear the thorn and apologize, and I will give you a few nice words.
Maybe there is still room..." Xue Xiong panted like a dead dog on the ground, and when he mentioned Fang Wei, his whole body felt like he had been injected with chicken blood, his eyes suddenly brightened and he became energetic.
"Oh, no wonder you are so confident. Although you are a descendant of the Xue family, I didn't expect you to be related to Fang Wei...?"
"You are so brave. You have heard of my cousin's reputation and yet you dare to do this to me and apologize obediently. There is still room for redemption. Who do you think you are?..."
It can be said that this Xue Xiong is really stupid to the extreme. He still dares to act arrogantly even now, even if his backer is not by his side. If his backer is by his side, wouldn't it be lawless?
boom!
At this time, Le Shi, who had just returned from washing his hands, took action and stepped hard on Xue Xiong's back. The force was staggering. Xue Xiong's whole body trembled violently, and his internal organs seemed to be crushed. The corners of his mouth
A trace of blood spilled out.
"You are worse than a beast! Even if you bully a woman, you still dare to be arrogant here when you are about to die!" Le Shi became angry and kicked him several times.
"Bang" "Bang"...
While cursing, he stamped hard until Zhuo Yifan signaled Le Shi to stop. Only then did Xue Xiong avoid the final fatal blow.
"Oh, the Fang family is indeed a major force in Chihua City. If other small aristocratic families are afraid, will my Zhuo family still be afraid? It's not enough to be afraid..."
Fang Wei's scheming and calmness are his greatest weapons, and they are also what Zhuo Yifan fears the most.
Even though Zhuo Yifan is only in the middle stage of the innate spiritual realm, his true strength is actually hard to estimate. With the help of the magic pupil and the iron arm, he can even use the soul-melting pupil to infinitely expand his potential. As long as there is enough time, there is no telling who will win.
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"Ah! You are from the Zhuo family! You are Zhuo Guanying!" Xue Xiong has never met Zhuo Guanying, but he instinctively associates the image of this ruthless young man with Zhuo Guanying. In his opinion
, in the huge Zhuo family, only Zhuo Guanying has such strength. Subconsciously, he has long forgotten about Zhuo Yifan, a waste of physical education.
"Zhuo Guanying! You will regret it! You and I are at odds with each other..."
Before he finished speaking, the icy cold air invaded his chest directly. The sharp cold air directly broke through the meridians and froze Xue Xiong's heart.
He could no longer dominate, his eyes slowly closed, his pupils shrank, and he died forever in the extreme fear and cold.
"I never accept threats, and I hate threats from others. If you dare to speak in this tone before you die, you deserve to die!"
Zhuo Yifan thinks very clearly about killing people. Especially in a place like Blood Prison where there is no law, strength means everything. The weak will always have to swallow their anger and be bullied forever.
He smiled cruelly, tore off Xue Xiong's package, kicked it violently, and the whole body flew out like a scarecrow and hung on a branch far away.
"Why did he call you Zhuo Guanying?" Le Shi was a little confused.
"This man is the genius of our Zhuo family. They always thought that he would be the one who entered the blood prison this time. They never thought that it was me who entered the blood prison and confused me with him..." Zhuo Yifan did not say
I have no objection to others confusing him with "Zhuo Guanying" because this is indeed a good way to hide his identity and shirk responsibility.
"Huh?" Le Shi was stunned and even more puzzled, "Then what did Zhuo Guanying do?"
"I was crippled..."
Zhuo Yifan didn't say anything, he just bent down and searched the seven people for their baggage.
Crippled? And crippled a genius? Then Zhuo Yifan is not a genius among geniuses?
Although Le Shi doesn't know the internal connections of the Zhuo family, he can be sure of one thing, that is, he has definitely made a great teammate!
The baggage is made of spirit animal skin bags that are rich in fiber. They seem to have very little space, but they are very tough and can hold a lot of things. It is not a big problem to stuff the body of an ordinary skeletal werewolf.
The first thing that catches the eye is a bag specially used to store dry food. There are more than 20 pieces of coarse grain cakes neatly listed in it, as well as four bamboo jars filled with water.
Ordinary food could not satisfy Zhuo Yifan at all. He turned his attention directly to the two yellow gourds without even looking at them.
"Is there an elixir inside?" I was thinking as I put my spiritual power into it and tried to ingest a drop of the elixir inside.
When I took this photo, I was surprised to find that the yellow gourd was filled with a drop of milky white juice, which was a bit like milk and exuded rich spiritual energy.
"Water soaked in powdered Juling Pill?" The familiar taste and aroma suddenly made Zhuo Yifan perk up.
The spirit-gathering water of this gourd is at least worth two spirit-gathering pills, which is enough for ten days!
"Did you find something good?" Le Shi muttered.
"These two gourds are filled with water soaked in the Spirit-Gathering Pill. Just two drops a day can be worth a day's consumption." Zhuo Yifan handed one of the gourds to Le Shi.
There is nothing to be stingy about as a shared personal spoil.
"Just leave the bag of dry food for the six people. The two gourds we have are enough. By the way, do you have any new discoveries over there?"
He continued to fiddle with the baggage, searching for treasures, and plundered all the Qi Healing Pills in the bag.
There are a total of fifty Qi Healing Pills the size of mung beans. Taking one can stop the blood in the body. In one night at most, the external injuries on the body can be recovered without scars. Most of the internal injuries can also be recovered. It is below the level of Sanxuan Palace.
The monk's elixir of healing.
As for the hundreds of taels of silver in the package, he threw them all into the pond without even looking at them.
Money will only become a fatal burden in the blood prison.
"I'm sorry, what is this thing? It's so heavy. It must weigh at least a hundred kilograms."
Le Shigui screamed and walked over, only to see an iron piece the size of a toothpick lying quietly in his hand.
"Are you kidding? How come the small iron piece weighs a hundred pounds?" Zhuo Yifan was surprised and pinched it with two fingers, only to find that it was extremely heavy. How could an iron piece the size of a toothpick be so terrifying?
the weight of?
Moreover, this small iron piece actually clearly showed the outline of a knife, and obscure spiritual energy fluctuations emerged from the knife-shaped iron piece.
"This must be a spiritual weapon! An incredible treasure!" Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and his eyes glowed with blazing light.