typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 616 Four Years of Change (1)

When the one-armed man saw this, he showed a strange expression. He looked at the obese man on the side and said jokingly: "Swordsman, the technique you have developed has some shortcomings."

"Every time we hit it, the mana breath we left on it disappeared completely, and there was no way to take the flying knife back immediately."

Hearing this, the obese man rolled his eyes and said, "I mean, Li Qianfeng, you are also our senior brother after all. Don't you see that only in this way can you maximize your muscle power?"

"Otherwise, how would it be possible to combine physical strength and magic power to launch such an astonishingly powerful long-range attack? Even several uncles praised my technique."

"Ahem, let me tell you, brother, Chef Dao, let's discuss this issue after we have solved our opponents." The young woman with a scar on her face reminded her after hearing the two arguing.

"What a good guy, you actually want to take away a few other flying knives." The sinister man's copper bell-like eyes widened, he shouted, and he rushed out like the wind.

It turned out that after the man from the Red Lian Sect in the distance secretly took the flying knife in front of him into his hand, he found that these people were actually talking to themselves, and he was very happy.

He quickly cast a light body technique on himself, and while retreating, activated the object control technique, intending to continue to absorb the other three flying knives.

When he heard the big man's loud shout, he was startled. He didn't want to fight at all. Relying on the bonus of the Light Body Technique, he quickly ran out of the forest, intending to use the flying magic weapon after establishing a certain distance.

Escape.

But before he could run ten feet away, he heard the whistling wind behind him.

He glanced back with his consciousness, and his face suddenly changed. The strong man with a sinewy face had caught up with him at an unknown moment, and his speed was much faster than his body-lighting technique.

And at this time, a red-tasseled spear appeared in the hand of this strong man. The main body of the spear was a red wooden stick, and the top of the wooden stick was a spear head that exuded a white cold light.

At this moment, the red tassel spear was facing the shield of the handsome man from the Red Lian Sect, and the cold light was about to hit it.

Although the handsome man sensed that the spiritual light on the spear was not strong enough and should not be able to break the tortoise shell-like shield outside his body, his instinct over the years still made him turn sideways and dodge the blow.

The red-tasseled spear pierced his side. The entire spear suddenly shook, and the spear head was like a spring. With a snap, it hit the side of his protective shield.

The handsome man first looked at the light flashing slightly on the shield. There was not much damage, but the gun tip seemed to contain some terrible force, causing him to be shot away with the shield.

It felt like being hit head-on by a first-level mid-level monster.

After rolling twice on the ground, the handsome man shook his head. He was not hurt at all and quickly stood up. However, after a short delay, he was already surrounded by four people.

Except for the big man holding the red tasseled spear, the scarred young woman held a broad broadsword. On the left hand of the one-armed man, there was a fiery red glove with a faint flash of fire.

As for the last fat man, he took out a golden kitchen knife that looked like gold.

The handsome man swallowed hard. He found that these people had high-grade magic weapons in their hands. Together with the flying knives from before, it showed the strength of these people.

He didn't have any brains. He had just been hit by Hongying's spear, which told him that although these people's magic power was limited, the power of their strange hand-held magic weapon attacks was not weak.

Even if he used two elementary and high-level defensive shield talismans, he still couldn't withstand the continuous siege of four people using high-grade magic weapons. What's more, the opponent's movement speed was astonishing, and he couldn't escape at all.

Thinking of this, the handsome man threw a throwing knife forward and said with a dry smile: "Well, some fellow Taoists, I'm confused, I'll give this throwing knife back to you."

"I am a disciple of the Red Lian Sect, I don't know..."

Before the handsome man finished speaking, he saw these four people rushing forward without saying a word, and attacks from high-grade magic weapons hit the protective shield outside his body.

The primary and high-level defensive shields dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even in these attacks, some force was faintly transmitted through the mana shield and into his body, making his internal organs tremble and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth unconsciously.



After a cup of tea.

The sounds of fighting in the forest had disappeared, and the one-armed man and a few others began to clean up the mess on the ground, first putting away the flying knives before, and then burning the bodies of several Red Lianzong disciples.

Finally, they launched a rather large flying boat, and the two of them started it and flew in a certain direction.

These four people are the second-generation disciples of the Body Refining Pavilion.

That one-armed man was Li Qianfeng, the strongest among the second-generation disciples. His magic power now reached the level of the ninth level of Qi training, and was not far from the tenth level of Qi training.

The obese man is a knife chef who loves all kinds of monster delicacies and cooks monster meat in the Holy City of Warriors. I don’t know when this guy also mastered the Vajra Art, transformed his physical body’s mana, and reached the seventh level of Qi training.

As for the remaining scarred young woman and the sinister-looking man, they are Li Qianfeng's sworn brothers and sisters, Ma Sanniang and Li Laosi. They were rescued from Tianjian Mountain by Lu Kun along with Li Qianfeng and recruited into the door.

A few years later, the two of them relied on their good physical training qualifications and their bodies that had been transformed by the cold force to quickly practice the Vajra Art and officially entered the muscle training period.

I don't know if it's fate, but Ma Sanniang and Li Laosi's seventh-level mana level happens to be the third and fourth among the second-generation disciples of physical cultivation, and they are called third senior sister and fourth senior brother by other disciples.

The chef next to them was right behind them, ranking fifth.

As for the second place, it is naturally Zhao Qiming, a descendant of the Zhao family, who has studied the art of poison refining in the immortal world.



The chef sat on the flying boat, wiped the oil on his face, and looked back and forth between the storage bags in his hands. With a happy look on his face, he chuckled:

"Sanniang, you did a great job. You wanted to do this trick of deliberately injuring a gray-backed wolf to attract immortal cultivators. It seems that you were not a fuel-efficient person when you were in the secular world."

Ma Sanniang patted the big knife on her waist and said unequivocally: "I just rely on my experience to bully these young immortal cultivators. Those old guys who have lived for seventy or eighty years will probably not be so easily fooled."

Dao Chu chuckled and said: "Most of the seventy or eighty-year-old immortal cultivators in the Qi refining stage are above the twelfth level of Qi refining. We won't be looking for them for the time being. It's best now."

"One person contributes fifty points in the late stage of Qi training, and three people contribute a total of sixty points in the middle stage of Qi training."

"Including the messy things in the storage bag, each of us can get thirty contribution points."

The knife chef plucked his fingers and said with a little saliva at the corner of his mouth: "Thirty contribution points can at least be exchanged for thirty kilograms of second-level monster meat. Now I will be lucky to go back."

Several people nearby rolled their eyes speechlessly when they heard what the chef said.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next