Returning to Canglan Sect, Li Fuchen went straight to the mission hall.
The task elder stared at Li Fuchen meaningfully and said nothing.
Although he is an elder of the outer sect and is in charge of the outer sect's mission hall, it does not mean that he cannot take the disciples of the outer sect seriously.
Last time, asking Li Fuchen if he found a large amount of snow silver iron ore was already a minor violation. If he pursues the other party for deceiving him this time, he will only make himself uncomfortable.
He doesn't want the other person to hate him before he is sure of the other person's potential.
After leaving the mission hall, Li Fuchen breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, he was worried that the mission elders would cause trouble for him, but unexpectedly nothing happened.
"Thirty-six thousand eight hundred contribution points should not be enough for me to reach the third level of the red-level battle body."
Li Fuchen's practice of body training was too fast, and at the same time, he consumed resources very quickly. It is no exaggeration to say that if someone with the same level of understanding as him would practice so fast.
When practicing physical exercises, understanding is important, as is will.
However, the year when his soul was lost made his will extremely strong, so he was able to endure what ordinary people cannot endure.
"Little bastard, last time Elder Chen was here and couldn't do anything to you. Let me see who else can save you this time."
On the way back, a domineering figure stopped Li Fuchen.
Who else is it if it’s not Zhou Huailong?
He learned from other people that although Li Fuchen did not go to Canglan Lake again, he seemed to have discovered a large amount of high-grade ore in a certain mine, and was now prospering and very unhappy.
"Since you delivered it to your door yourself, it saves me the trouble of looking for you."
It is not a gentleman to refuse to retaliate. Li Fuchen is not a saint. Zhou Huailong broke one of his arms. He cannot pretend that nothing happened.
"Do you want to die?" Zhou Huailong couldn't believe his ears, a fierce light was brewing in his eyes, and his fist was wrapped in a faint black aura from his fist to his wrist.
Zhou Huailong has the ninth level of Qi training realm, and has practiced the introductory skill Iron Armor to the seventh level. He exerts all his strength to make the true energy appear in the palms and wrists.
Don't underestimate the seventh level of the introductory skills. Although the sect stipulates that within one year, those who practice the introductory skills to the seventh, eighth or ninth level will receive high rewards, and those who practice the introductory skills to the ninth level within two years will also receive rewards.
But this is a reward for true geniuses. For ordinary disciples of the outer sect, if they can practice the entry-level skills to the seventh level within two years, it is already extremely good.
Zhou Huailong is eighteen years old this year, and it took him two and a half years to practice Iron Armor Kung Fu to the seventh level.
"Look, it's Senior Brother Zhou Huailong and Li Fuchen."
"Senior Brother Zhou broke one of Li Fuchen's arms last time. I'm afraid Li Fuchen's limbs will be crippled this time."
There are 30,000 disciples of the Canglan Sect's outer sect. Basically, there are people wherever they go. A group of people watch from a distance and point at Li Fuchen.
Li Fuchen didn't speak, his seventh-level red jade skill was running, and his eyes were fixed on Zhou Huailong.
"Little beast, I'm going to break your limbs and make you fuck your upper body." Zhou Huailong was angered by Li Fuchen's posture. He bounced his knees, walked in front of Li Fuchen, and punched with lightning.
This punch was extremely fast, and the sound of tearing cloth could be heard in the void.
However, the Li Fuchen of today is no longer the Li Fuchen of two months ago.
Li Fuchen raised his left hand and easily caught Zhou Huailong's fist.
"How is that possible!"
Zhou Huailong tried hard to break free, but he seemed to be caught in an iron vise and could not move at all.
"Go to hell."
Zhou Huailong's left fist struck, and a light black aura covered his fist, like an iron fist.
Snap!
Raising his right hand, Li Fuchen grabbed Zhou Huailong's left fist.
Before Zhou Huailong could continue to move, Li Fuchen kicked Zhou Huailong on the stomach with lightning, bending the opponent's back and spurting out blood.
"Don't you like to hit people? Today I will let you taste what it feels like to be beaten."
Li Fuchen kicked Zhou Huailong's stomach again and again.
"I want you dead!"
Zhou Huailong made a resentful voice, and the Iron Armor Kung Fu reached its limit. He exploded with terrifying strength, and suddenly broke free from the grip of Li Fuchen's hands.
Bang!
A fist hit Zhou Huailong on the chin, sending him flying backwards several times, and finally he lay on the ground in a dog-eating posture.
"This is what it feels like to be beaten, it feels so good!"
Li Fuchen walked over and stepped on the opponent's head, forcing his head into the dirt and kicking his legs around.
hiss!
The sound of gasping for air came one after another.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Is this really Senior Brother Zhou Huailong? He was actually tortured by Li Fuchen."
"Have you noticed that Li Fuchen is so fast that I can't even keep up with his movements with my eyes?"
"Is it possible that Li Fuchen's strength has greatly improved in the past two months, so he dared to challenge Senior Brother Zhou Huailong?"
"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. It seems that we have all underestimated Li Fuchen."
Everyone felt sad. There were tens of thousands of Canglan Sect disciples, and some were bullied every day. However, few people grew up at such a fast speed like Li Fuchen. Even if they beat up those who bullied him,
It was retribution, and it came a little too quickly.
"Junior brother, you may have gone too far!"
Not far away, Luo Kai and a boy with flat eyebrows came over.
Li Fuchen looked up, and when he saw Luo Kai, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"It's Luo Kai. Next to him is senior brother Luo Zhongtian, who is stronger than Zhou Huailong and is also a ninth-level warrior in Qi training realm."
Someone recognized the identity of the boy with flat eyebrows.
"What does it have to do with you?" Li Fuchen did not let go of his feet.
Luo Zhongtian smiled arrogantly, "Zhou Huailong's great reputation should not have been defeated by you. You have made a big mistake by humiliating him like this. I can't help you."
Li Fuchen sneered, "I think you're full and holding on."
"How dare you talk to my brother like that, Li Fuchen, and you still don't kneel down and apologize." Luo Kai pointed at Li Fuchen and said angrily.
Luo Zhongtian is his cousin. It is normal for a family to have several younger generations in the sect. The more prosperous the family is, the more brothers and sisters there are in the sect. What are cousins and cousins?
There are a lot of brothers and cousins.
"Kneel down? Luo Kai, originally I didn't intend to cause trouble for you. Since you came to the door yourself, don't blame me for being rude."
Li Fuchen let go of his feet and walked towards Luo Kai step by step.
"Are all newcomers so arrogant nowadays?"
Luo Zhongtian twisted his neck and suddenly punched Li Fuchen.
Li Fuchen's expression remained unchanged and he punched him.
Bang!
As if two huge rocks collided together, Luo Zhongtian and Li Fuchen each took three steps back.
"Fist hard."
Li Fuchen was a little surprised. Through the fist fight just now, he could feel that Luo Zhongtian must have practiced body-training techniques, and it was not as simple as having strong Qi.
In fact, Luo Zhongtian is slightly better in terms of combined fist strength between the two.
Fortunately, Li Fuchen's physical strength was stronger. Although his strength was not as good as his opponent's, his endurance was greater than his opponent's. After all, there was not much difference in strength between the two.
"What kind of physical training method do you practice?"
Luo Zhongtian's expression was gloomy. With the combination of his true energy and physical strength, his strength was stronger than that of Li Fuchen. But sometimes, strength didn't mean anything because Li Fuchen's fist was too hard.
For example, if the force is equal, if one piece is wood and the other is steel, if the two collide, the wood will always be damaged.