Chapter 47 Calculation

Relying on the protection of his elders, Li Xing'an bullied the same family arrogantly and domineeringly in the sect. At present, he actually took out another Fubao. How could he make Zeng Qi shocked and angry? He knows the power of this Fubao. Although he is an inner disciple, he can't resist such a powerful Fubao. This magic weapon must be a Fubao refined by Li Xing'an's grandfather Xiaoqin's real Li Liefeng's four magic weapon Breaking Wind Needle. This broken wind needle is also quite famous in the sect. Breaking the wind is silent and faster, and it is extremely powerful. At present, when he takes it out, he must want to attack himself with this treasure. If he gets hit, he will definitely die on the spot.

Li Xing'an pinched the rune with his hand and said words in his mouth. The flash of the spirit on the rune treasure became more and more intense. Zeng Qi hurriedly sent out spells to attack Li Xing'an, who was urging the rune treasure. When the other besieged disciples saw the opportunity to take advantage of it, they quickly stopped Zeng Qi's attack, and even the fireball ice edges shot at Zeng Qi, who was as powerful as a mad tiger. Seeing Zeng Qi's panicked appearance, Li Xing'an couldn't help smiling ferociously and raised his hand. The Fubao turned into a pale cyan flying needle with a length of a ruler, and the light and shadow was obviously painted by the phantom.

Seeing this scene, Zeng Qi's face opposite also looked ugly. Looking at the posture, Li Xing'an decided to die with himself. He shouted, and his whole body rose yellow. It was the way he tried his best to protect himself. He didn't care about the spells that attacked from all directions. He pointed a little and shouted, "Li Xing'an, do you have to fight to the death today?" Li Xing'an's cheek muscles trembled, and the sweat on his forehead dripped. He was quite reluctant to control the Fubao, but he still said, "You're wrong. I'm alive and you're dead!"

Speaking of this, Zeng Qi knew that she was going to make a break today, and she stopped talking, but her body slowly rotated and unfolded a set of boxing techniques. This set of boxing is simple and mysterious, which is obviously a very profound boxing. What puzzles Gan Ping even more is that this boxing can intercept the next spell every time he punches. Is this not an ordinary boxing in the secular world? If so, in terms of your own physical strength, this set of boxing should be very suitable for you.

Then Li Xing'an is trying his best to urge the Fubao hanging in mid-air. For him in the middle of gas refining, this Fubao really needs more real mana. Although he had tried his best, the cyan flying needle hanging in the air was difficult to move half a step, while Zeng Qi opposite showed the set of fists to slowly break through the spells of other disciples and slowly approached him. Seeing that set of boxing, Li Xing'an's face, which was originally ugly because of the hard work, became pale, and he squeezed a few words from his teeth, "Liuhe Mountain Fist!"

Li Xing'an knows that Zeng Qi opposite is just the peak of gas refining. Although she has stepped into the realm of condensation, it is not the cultivation of condensation after all. If he really reaches that level, he will not do it at all. The gap in rank can be narrowed by the number of magic weapons, but the gap in this state is really solid, and there is no possibility of competition at all. This Liuhe collapse mountain boxing is the secret boxing method to exercise the body in the sect. Although it is only a preliminary boxing method, it also needs to be condensed to use it. Otherwise, the flesh and blood collapse will definitely be seriously injured. Zeng Qi also came here and tried her best to force this boxing technique at the peak of refining gas. She wanted to break through the magic interception and get close to herself and break the magic.

The corners of his mouth smiled coldly, and Li Xing'an's face showed sarcasm. Even if it was quite difficult to perform this Liuhe Mountain Fist in the early stage of meditation. Zeng Qi's forced to perform at the peak of gas refining must be under great pressure. Compared with him, his side is much better, but the real yuan is exhausted. That's all. As long as she can send a blow, Zeng Qi will definitely not be spared today. Thinking of this, he tried his best to stimulate the almost exhausted Zhenyuan in his body and transport it to the Fubao. As long as he reached the front line, the victory or defeat would be known.

What he didn't expect was that although Zeng Qi was having a hard time, she unfolded the set of Liuhe Mountain Boxing. Even if she was sluggish, she still approached him step by step, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He didn't know that Zeng Qi's Jintu double genus, the body strength of these two attributes is far stronger than others, not to mention Zeng Qi, who has both. He is just that his realmal magic power is not enough to be the peak cultivation of gas refining. The strength of his body is no less than that of the disciples in the first level of condensation. Otherwise, the elders of the inner door will not rush to teach him this Liuhe collapse boxing.

Seeing Zeng Qi's move, he gradually felt much less retardation, and his footsteps gradually accelerated. On the other hand, those foreign disciples on his side were already exhausted, and the spells that issued power were also reduced a lot. It's not to blame these outer disciples. Most of them are in the early stage of gas refining. It's the limit to be able to send more than a dozen small spells. What's more, they don't have the background of Li Xing'an. They don't have the elixir to wash the marrow and cut hair day by day, and it's normal that they are powerless now.

When Li Xing'an saw Zeng Qi pressing step by step, he was anxious and annoyed. He couldn't help scolding those disciples. He thought for a moment, crossed his heart, bit the tip of his tongue, forced out a stream of Zhenyuan blood to spray on the hovering flying needle, and shouted, "Get up!" His eyes were red and crazy, as if he had been overwhelmed by this hatred. With the help of this blood, the flying needle immediately rose and buzzed in the air. With Li Xing'an's determination, it turned into a streamer and went straight to Zeng Qi's face.

Gan Ping peeked carefully. Li Xing'an was already in the state of withering oil. This mouthful of blood loss also made his cultivation retreat. He felt that it was almost done, so he flew out. Fang Yuanting saw that the two were nervous in the fight. When Zheng Ning looked carefully, she felt that a strong wind passed by her side. Looking at the place where Gan Ping was before, there was no one, and she quickly looked up.

Sure enough, the black figure has flown into the field. Such a speed made Fang Yuanting frown. This is not the ability of a servant disciple, and she is more and more curious about Gan Ping. Gan Ping jumped into the entrance as soon as he fell. The others could not react in the future. He had already jumped on Li Xing'an's side, closed his fingers into a knife, and hit Li Xing'an's ear fiercely.

Li Xing'an was urging the flying needle stained with his blood to kill Zeng Qi, but he never thought that someone would be killed behind him. Behind him was Fang Yuanting and the servant. Even if Fang Yuanting didn't help her, she would not stop her. As for the servant in black, she didn't pay attention at all. But what he didn't expect was that it was this little humble servant who ruined his good deeds. Under Gan Ping's slap, Li Xing'an had no time to react. He was hit in the ear fiercely. He immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.

The flying needle that was shooting at Zeng Qi in the air lost control, and the time soon became crooked. The blue light that originally glowed also dimmed, and scratched Zeng Qi's cheeks and fell to the ground. Zeng Qi originally saw that the flying needle was coming aggressive and rushed straight to her face. Seeing that this situation could not be stopped, she was closing her eyes and waiting for death. Suddenly, she heard Fang Yuanting's scream, and a wisp of sharpness on her cheeks brushed, and there was no response. He opened his eyes and saw that Li Xing'an, dressed in white, was lying on the ground not far away. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He stood beside him, dressed in black, and he was the disciple of the outer door who had just been bullied.

Zeng Qi's reaction was also very fast. When everyone in the field was stunned by this sudden accident, the light flashed in her hand, and several golden lights flew out, knocked the remaining disciples to the ground one by one. When Gan Ping saw this scene, he nodded secretly in his heart. Zeng Qi was also a sharp-thinking person and saved him in vain.

Seeing that there was no threat, Zeng Qi laughed loudly, strode to the unconscious Li Xing'an, and arched her hand to Gan Ping and said, "Thank you for your help!" Gan Ping smiled and nodded slightly and said, "Brother's help is in front. How can Gan Ping do that ungrateful thing? This is how this person should deal with it. It's quite nerve-wracking." He said that he picked up Li Xing'an, who fell to the ground with his toes.

Zeng Qi looked at Li Xing'an, who had his eyes closed, and her eyes flashed. Obviously, she was calculating the gains and losses in her heart. Seeing that he was like this, Gan Ping was secretly alert and ready to take action. If Zeng Qi used a hot hand to deal with Li Xing'an, she would definitely stop him. Although he had just calculated Li Xing'an and was quite disdainful of him, it can be seen from the attitude of other disciples that this person's background is quite extraordinary. If it's just an ordinary fight, no one cares about it if there is a little damage. Even if the elders who are dissatisfied with Li Xing'an will not fight against their own little servant, but if Zeng Qi kills this person, she, as an accomplice, will definitely have no good fruit to eat. He will definitely be expelled from the mountain gate, and may even lose his life.

Zeng Qi stared at Li Xing'an fiercely for a while, and finally said with hatred, "If I defeat him alone, even if I don't kill him now, I want him to look good. But now, since the little brother has helped him, if Zeng Qi hurts him, he will definitely be involved." Speaking of this, Zeng Qi kicked Li Xing'an, who was in a coma, fiercely. "Then let him go today. When I reach the state of condensation, I will go to him for bad luck." Hearing what Zeng Qi said, Gan Ping breathed a sigh of relief and also had a good impression on this open and open man. It seemed that the two of them must have had a deep festival, otherwise such a man would definitely not casually say the previous mean words.

Zeng Qi looked at Li Xing'an, who fell on the ground, and turned to the disciples in white who were still crying and rolling on the ground and shouted, "What a mourning? I still know how much I did. Don't pretend to me. Roll over a few and carry this guy away. Don't toast and don't eat punishment!" When those pretentious outside disciples saw that they were punctured, they were immediately embarrassed to pretend again. They turned over, limped and grinned at the unconscious Li Xing'an, and trotted away. It seems that they are afraid that Zeng Qi will regret leaving them behind.

After dealing with these things, Zeng Qi turned her head and said in a low voice, "Miss Fang, you have finished watching the play. Are you still reluctant to leave?" At this time, Fang Yuanting, who stood aside in a daze, woke up like a dream. She looked at Gan Ping with a surprised face and seemed to have something to say, but under Zeng Qi's burning eyes, she couldn't say anything, so she had to stamp her feet and turn her head away. When Gan Ping saw Zeng Qi drive away Fang Yuanting, he ignored it. He just stared at the rune paper that fell on the ground, which was the rune treasure used by Li Xing'an just now.