Although she also feels that she has a little violence factor (in other people's eyes, she is not as simple as having a little violence factor, but the blood of violence is burning from head to toe, and she barely has the word "violence" carved on her forehead,
But I have to admit that simple and crude is the best way to solve the problem), but this also depends on the person.
She no longer had any prejudice against Zhuo Fanglin in the past. Seeing that he risked his life to fight to the end for the Miao Miao Clan, she became more fond of him, and she was a little reluctant to take action.
"How about this? I'll let someone else try it." Ling Chuxi said.
Everyone's eyes fell on Meng Zheng, except for Ling Chuxi, who was the most ruthless, so it would be most appropriate to entrust him with this important task.
Zhuo Fanglin also followed everyone's gaze and looked at Meng Zheng. Due to the demon skills, he felt the demon aura on Meng Zheng's body, and at the same time felt his cold and ruthless fighting spirit, and the divine light flashed in his eyes.
.Zhuo Fanglin felt Meng Zheng's cold aura and was somewhat looking forward to it. Maybe this person could really help him get promoted.
"No, I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about someone else." Ling Chuxi said.
"Others?" Just when everyone was confused, they heard the whistling wind behind Zhuo Fanglin.
There was a muffled sound and dust flew up, and Zhuo Fanglin was knocked to the ground by a huge tombstone. "Xiankao..." A row of large characters stood out.
Immediately afterwards, a fluffy little meat ball lifted up a tombstone board that was many times larger than its own body. The cute cat and the little pheasant moved out at the same time, and the two bricks fell on Zhuo Fanglin.
It was necessary to practice, but they didn't say hello to Zhuo Fanglin's head, they all hit him.
"Ouch...help!" Zhuo Fanglin bent over and let out a heartbreaking scream.
The corners of the eyes of Ling Yixin, Ziyin and others jumped a few times. It was cruel. It was indeed cruel, much more cruel than Meng Zheng.
The Seven Injury Technique was indeed extraordinary. After receiving such a heavy blow, Zhuo Fanglin did not faint immediately. Before the tombstone fell again, he jumped up like a grasshopper and ran away.
"I'm not coming, I'm not coming, let me practice for a while longer, maybe I'll rise up by myself." Zhuo Fanglin ran, crying and roaring.
Behind him, the three little guys were as if they had not heard anything, and they were chasing after him while holding brick tombstones.
Soon, Zhuo Fanglin was smashed to the ground again. The gravel and dust were flying, and there was a muffled crackling sound and Zhuo Fanglin's miserable scream.
"Heaven will entrust this man with a great responsibility, and he must first strain his mind and body... Ahem... we'd better not look at it, it's too miserable!" Ling Chuxi couldn't bear it and turned around to leave.
Three days later, Ling Chuxi and her party bid farewell to Chi Hanbing and others. Counting the time, it was almost time to return to Ling's house.
Ziyin and others reluctantly said goodbye to Ling Chuxi. Among the crowd, Zhuo Fanglin was wrapped like a mummy, and his eyes were filled with gratitude when he looked at Ling Chuxi. In the past three days, the three little guys dedicated their lives to
With all the help he could, he finally entered the realm of marrow refining and was successfully promoted to the emperor level. However, those guys were too cruel. Even if he was promoted to the emperor level, his injuries could not be healed immediately.
Ling Chuxi did not treat his injuries specifically. The seven-injury technique, as long as it does not damage the foundation, the more painful and severe the injury, the better the effect. I have to sigh, I am not born to be a bitch, so I am really not suitable for practicing this technique.