"Xing'er, give him to me and I will deal with him." Tuoba Pan said.
"Wait a minute, he is my trophy." Chen Xing suddenly said.
Chen Xing walked up to the red ghost-faced man, who licked his lips. He knew that he would die today, so if he wanted to provoke Chen Xing, it would be best to let him kill him directly.
Snap!
Before he could speak, Chen Xing slapped the mask off his face.
The red mask fell apart instantly, and even the face under the mask was swollen.
This is a man about forty years old, with a beard on his chin.
"You said they would avenge you, who are they?" Chen Xing knelt down and asked.
"Why pretend not to know? You Tuoba family members are sitting in this position and you still don't know who is behind us?" The man smiled miserably.
Chen Xing's eyes were dark.
"Do you know Eugene?"
Hearing this unfamiliar name, a trace of doubt appeared in the man's eyes.
Seeing the man's reaction, Chen Xing was convinced that it was not the case. He kicked the man over and then roughly tore his clothes.
The skin on the man's exposed back is rough and the dark skin is slightly raised.
There seemed to be something underneath the raised skin, something about the size of a palm, slightly raised like a tumor.
It seemed that he felt the cool breeze, and the things under his skin squirmed slightly.
A flash of red light appeared on Chen Xing's fingertips, like a precise scalpel cutting through the skin.
The living thing hidden under the skin was revealed - a gray-white insect that looked like a watermelon bug magnified dozens of times.
Exposed in the air, the insect squirmed uneasily.
The layers of skin-like folds twisted and released gray mist, which was the same as the gray mist that attacked Chen Xing just now.
Chen Xing stood up, raised his head and looked at the trees above his head, jumped up, and the ground cracked under his feet.
In just a few seconds, leaves exploded in the distance, black shadows descended, and Chen Xing landed lightly on the ground.
He is holding a sparrow in his hand that is flapping its wings and trying to escape from his grasp.
But no matter how it flies, it always lingers in Chen Xing's palm.
Seeing this scene, Tuoba Pan next to him had a subtle change in his eyes.
A good hand is gentle and strong, and a good hand can fly a bird but it cannot be grasped.
Those people said that Chen Xing's physical skills were unparalleled. Now it seems that not only his physical skills are incomparable, but his martial arts realm has also reached an extremely high level.
Chen Xing threw the bird in his hand onto the gray mist.
The bird inhaled the gray mist in its mouth and nose, flapped its wings twice, and then stopped.
A gray-white crystal film is visible to the naked eye on the surface of the eye.
The feathers on the wings fell off one by one. The originally shriveled muscles hidden under the feathers continued to expand, and the slender blood vessels became thick and dark. At the same time, dense small black spots grew on the wings. These small black spots grew rapidly and became
Into black and shiny feathers.
In just a few breaths, this flying bird underwent earth-shaking changes.
The next moment, the gray watermelon insect lodged on the spine of the red ghost-faced man suddenly showed extremely fast speed, jumped onto the back of the flying bird, and was carried away by the flying bird.
So smart!
Chen Xing was surprised that this insect actually knew how to escape, and that the gray mist could cause creatures to mutate like this.
Chen Xing reacted quickly and grabbed the flying bird.
Unexpectedly, the gray watermelon worm lying on the back of the flying bird crawled towards Chen Xing's arm and bit into Chen Xing's mouth.
I knew you were going to do this, Chen Xing sneered, and immediately the surface of his palm was covered with a layer of red scales,
Zhizhi~
The gray watermelon bug screamed.
Jumping down like a bullet.
Chen Xing grabbed the watermelon insect, and the surface of his palm was covered with lava fighting energy.
The watermelon worm was so hot that it looked like a rat jumping on an iron plate.
Chen Xing looked around, finally found a black cloak, put the watermelon worm inside, and then wrapped it into a ball.
The watermelon bug, which had been scalded for a while, huddled inside quietly and remained motionless.
When Chen Xing came back, he found that the flying bird was dead, and after the watermelon worm was extracted, the middle-aged man lying on the ground had also lost most of his life.
"All the internal organs have been smashed. It looks strong, but in fact it is very weak." Tuoba Pan next to him was squatting on the ground, inspecting the bird.
Chen Xing stood there and raised the black cloak with the watermelon bug in his hand. "I have always had a doubt in my heart. Can any of you explain it to me?"
The three people's eyes fell on Chen Xing.
"You ask." Tuoba Pan said in a deep voice.
"Is this thing... called a spiritual root?"
Chen Xing hesitated for a moment and then asked.
As if he didn't expect Chen Xing to ask this question, Tuoba Pan was silent for a moment and said: "Yes, in the Xu Dynasty, they call it the spiritual root. If you want to step into the path of immortality, you must have the spiritual root.
"
Chen Xing felt relieved after getting the answer he had been struggling with.
Damn, this fairy is so evil!
This was the first time he heard that he actually had to practice cultivation with insects before he could embark on the journey of cultivating immortals.
"Do you want it?" Chen Xing raised the black cloak with the watermelon worm in his hand.
Tuoba Pan's eyes flickered, and Lan Hui stared at the thing in Chen Xing's hand.
Kimachi glanced at it and then looked away.
"I'm not interested. If you want, go find grandpa." Chen Xing left the woods after saying that.
When he came outside, Chen Xing looked at his cousin standing by the car door, waiting for him.
Tuoba Fengming lowered his head and used his leather boots to gently kick a finger away from his feet. His face turned pale as he looked at the broken limbs on the ground and the blood mist all around him.
"I won't go to school today." Chen Xing said, "Cousin, please help me ask for leave."
"I...I don't want to go either, let's go back." Tuoba Fengming was heartbroken.
"Okay." Chen Xing nodded.
The car was totaled and several people walked home.
When I got home, grandpa was watering the flowers in the yard.
"Good grandson, why are you back?"
Tuoba Shan placed the flower-watering pot in his hand on the steps aside.
"Grandpa, do you know Mu Ding?" Chen Xing said.
Tuoba Shan was surprised, and then said with a smile: "He is from our foreign race. Last year, I noticed that an organization in our Qingzhou was secretly developing and had contact with people from our Tuoba family, so I arranged him to be in that organization."
,Why, have you seen him?"
"I was attacked today, and he was one of the leaders of the group of people who attacked me," Chen Xing said.
Tuoba Shan's brows gradually wrinkled.
"Are you okay?"
"We're fine. If my uncle and aunt hadn't said they knew Mu Ding, I would have almost beaten him to death," Chen Xing said casually.
"Did your third uncle save you?"
"The third uncle is also the leader of those people. Oh, by the way, so is the third aunt."
Tuoba Shan's eyes instantly became sharp.
"Where are they now?"
"Outside the bridge."
Tuobashan took out his mobile phone and made a call.
When no one answered, Tuoba Shan was silent for a moment and then made another call.