Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

bass--

Before Fu Quanliang finished speaking, a harsh sword whistle exploded in the void.

The long sword carried on the back of the man in black was instantly unsheathed, his expressionless expression filled with murderous intent.

The long sword was held up by an invisible force, spanning more than ten feet in a snap of his fingers, passed through Fu Quanliang's left shoulder, picked it up, and nailed it to the beam in front of the house.

The dancers in the house had never seen such a scene before. They were frightened and screamed repeatedly.

A waste at the seventh level of the Nourishment Realm dares to speak nonsense.

The man in black sneered: Insult my master, and today I will make you, a bastard, regret what you just said!

Then don't let me die too quickly.

Fu Quanliang gritted his teeth, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes wandered around, trying to search for Chu Zheng.

However, as far as the eye can see, it is empty and there is not a single person in sight.

Ah……

Fu Quanliang laughed miserably. If he were Chu Zheng, he would not choose to take risks.

A monk in the Lingquan Realm has already given birth to magic power in his body. He can control magic weapons and fly in the air. His combat power is completely different from that in the Strength-Nursing Realm. In the eyes of mortals, he is already a true immortal.

Chu Zheng could defeat him, but he might not be able to defeat the man in front of him.

The man in black walked slowly towards Fu Quanliang and said in a deep voice:

Remember, the person who will kill you today is Jiang Cunhu of Yeguang Pavilion.

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly squeezed out from the corner of the courtyard, jumped up silently, flipped his palms, and launched countless sharp-edged darts, pouring down like a heavy rain, directly hitting the man's back.

Bang bang bang!

A series of dull and loud noises exploded one after another like thunder on the ground. The large bluestone slabs paved in the courtyard shattered one after another. The flying soil and gravel instantly filled the entire courtyard and splashed dust and smoke all over the sky.

Chu Zheng's eyes were condensed. He took a deep breath and exhaled it heavily. Under the blessing of Qi, the breath he exhaled instantly turned into a strong wind. The tiles on the roof were rolled up layer by layer, and the rising smoke and dust disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Cunhu crouched in a messy courtyard, surrounded by a curtain of light.

There were many craters and cracks on the light curtain. Jiang Cunhu was almost naked in his black clothes, with blood marks all over his body.

Beside him, there were countless short darts and flying needles scattered around. Under the sunlight, they glowed with a faint blue light, obviously containing highly toxic substances.

The moment he took action, Chu Zheng attached Qi to these hidden weapons. They were extremely sharp and only wanted to kill with one strike. Now it seems that it worked.

Jiang Cunhu stared at Chu Zheng, raised his hand and stuffed an elixir into his mouth, without saying a word or moving at all. The wound squirmed, black blood spurted out, and his breathing became smoother.

For a Grand Master who could see the poison that sealed his throat with blood, he suffered so many blows in an instant, and was no longer seriously injured in the blink of an eye. Such tenacious vitality made Chu Zheng frown.

Little thief...

Jiang Cunhu's eyes were cold and cold. Before he finished speaking, the top of his head suddenly darkened. An iron mace fell from the top of a mountain and hit Baihui, his spiritual platform.

Chu Zheng had no intention of talking nonsense with him. He circulated Qi around the sky and absorbed the essence of the great sun. The Yang Qi in his body surged up, and his body swelled visibly. He saw the image of a dragon and a tiger, and the iron mace in his hand was as heavy as a thousand stones. The wind roared like thunder when it was waved, which was extremely frightening.

Click——

With one blow, the light shield around Jiang Cunhu was shattered. He instantly turned pale. He raised his hand to recall the flying sword, but he didn't see the flying sword return.

Turning his head to look, he saw Fu Quanliang's face was ferocious. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed Feijian tightly into his body. Even though he was injured by the sword light and his flesh and bones were separated, he refused to let go at all. Feijian was unable to break free for a while. .

Asshole! You...

Bang!

Jiang Cunhu roared in anger and was smashed back into the chest by Chu Zheng's mace. His body floated up like a rag, flew through the air, and smashed two thick walls one after another before hitting the ground heavily.

Chu Zheng caught up with him in two or three steps and reached out to touch Jiang Cunhu.

[Jiang Cunhu (Level 1): There is residual poison in his body. His heart muscle was pierced by broken bones in his chest. He was almost killed by you on the spot. It can be repaired (0/30). 】

This state is even more terrifying than Song Yun's before. Most of his body has already entered the gate of hell.

Chu Zheng used one repair time to hang Jiang Cunhu's life, and turned around to look at Fu Quanliang.

The flying sword inserted into his shoulder had stopped struggling at this moment.

Chu Zheng stood up, hurried to Fu Quanliang's side, drew out his flying sword, passed the panel, and directly stopped Fu Quanliang's bleeding. Then he stuffed a Jingyuan Pill into his mouth as a cover, and easily repaired half of his injuries.

You come.

Chu Zheng stepped on the slightly trembling flying sword and threw the mace to Fu Quanliang, signaling him to kill Jiang Cunhu.

You still have to be more cautious when killing people from these immortal sects. Maybe the big sects of these immortal sects have some secret methods to find people. It would be perfect for Fu Quanliang to take over.

After all, the iron mace is an ordinary soldier and cannot bear too much power. The blow that Chu Zheng shattered the light mask had already caused the iron mace to bend and deform.

Fu Quanliang silently took the curved mace, expressionless, stood up slowly, and walked to Jiang Cunhu's side.

Snapped--

He slapped Jiang Cunhu hard on the face.

wake up!

Snapped--

wake up!

After receiving several slaps in succession, Jiang Cunhu, who was on the verge of death, gradually regained his consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was a face stained red with blood.

Fu Quanliang grinned and slowly raised his mace, the smile on his face looking a little ferocious:

Remember, the person who will kill you today is Fu Quanliang.

Bang!

The mace was knocked down hard, then raised again, and then dropped again.

It wasn't until Jiang Cunhu's upper body was beaten into a pool of bloody mud that Fu Quanliang could stop.

The pressure accumulated in his heart these days was vented. For a moment, he just felt a little exhausted. He couldn't help but fell to the ground and fell into a daze.

Looking at this scene, Chu Zheng picked up the flying sword after noticing that there was no movement at his feet.

[Windwalker Sword (First Level): Among the first-level weapons, it is already of the highest quality. Although it has been killed for decades, it has been carefully nurtured by its owner without any defects. It can increase the mana of first-level creatures by 30%. 】

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng had something to think about.

The Qi Refiner also has the ability to control objects. He can also use this flying sword, but he is not very comfortable using it.

Not far away, Fu Quanliang came back to his senses and said with slight surprise: You just covered up your tracks. What method did you use?

He directly concealed his figure. He had only heard that some secret treasures could do this, but he had never seen it before.

Do you want to learn the art of invisibility? Chu Zheng replied casually.

think.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Fu Quanliang's eyes: Are you willing to teach me?

Of course not.

Chu Zheng shook his head: But I have something else to give you.

What? Fu Quanliang was stunned.

Tongsheng Seal.

Chu Zheng spread his palms, Yuan Qi appeared, condensed a talisman pattern, and shot it into Fu Quanliang's eyebrows from a distance:

From this moment on, you will live if I live, and you will die if I die.

What if I die first? Fu Quanliang's face turned pale.

I will burn more paper money for you so that you can still live a good life down there.