Chapter 137, Condensation of Taoism, Building Foundation

With Li Yan's leader, even if he was very unwilling, Chang Xiao had more or less a step to go down, and a long knife. After only shaking a few pieces of yuan magnet sand, the young man in blue was also soft.

"I also agree with your strength, which is enough to be a member of our thirty-eighth group."

In terms of his nature, it can be said to be a great concession to be able to put down his face and say such words. Zhu Peng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the two people for a moment before waving his hand. The floating meta-magnet sand around suddenly gathered back into the Shura gourd again.

"Remember, there is no next time. If I feel your little provocation again, I will kill you."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the blood and purple soul flowed, especially Zhu Peng did not have a good rest in the past three days. There was a little rage and messy in his breath, which added a little murderous spirit to him.

Looking at Zhu Peng's double purple heart and red eyes, Li Yan's face suddenly changed, and her pale little face was a little whiter, which looked quite pitiful.

As a blood soul clan, of course, he knows the interests and horrors of the purple soul, especially Zhu Peng, who is opened by his own talent and does not cure any catalytic Taoism.

Not only Li Yan's face was pale, but also Chang Xiao in blue. Looking at Zhu Peng's ferocious look and blood-red eyes, he couldn't help but feel endless fear in his heart. All kinds of prestige and legends surged up in his heart. Even if he didn't say anything, Chang Xiao also knew that a seed of fear had been planted in his heart.

Horrible talent, strong strength, strong personality, is this guy really two years younger than us?

Chang Xiao lowered his head slowly with a pale face, put the knife back into the sheath, and didn't say a word.

A moment later, Mo Xiu, the captain of Team 38, came late. Looking at the mess here and the aura in the air, Mo Xiu raised a thick brow.

Just looking at the slightly pale and dull faces of Li Yan and Chang Xiao, he didn't ask more questions. He just said to Zhu Peng, who had dark eyes because of his lack of rest, "Panda boy, quite a good level." It's getting late. Let's talk as we walk.

After clapping his palms, the big bald captain casually glanced at Zhu Peng, and then took the lead in walking out of the door of the bloody family.

Although today should be the first gathering, the instructions given by the family say that after three days of rest, you will be assigned a task or return to the battlefield.

But now he is the captain. What this bald head says, Zhu Peng will selectively obey. As long as the order is not too difficult, Zhu Peng still wants to be a submissive subordinate. After all, I have offended two teammates. If I offend another boss, it will be really disgusting to form a team this time.

This bald Mo Xiu just shook his hand and set a paper pass on the fine iron gate of the blood soul clan. Of course, he did not really penetrate it. This fine iron gate is a high-grade defensive magic weapon. If you want to penetrate it with your hand, few people can do it.

Instead, the pass is pasted on it, as if it were inlaid, revealing a very amazing power control.

Another man and two guys followed him silently. Obviously, he was very familiar with his approach and pace. Zhu Peng did not mean any uniqueness or positive questions. His subordinates who are too thoughtful and opinions often mean uneasy factors on the battlefield, and The whole team abandoned it.

Mo Xiu is not as old as middle-aged, but his cultivation is high and deep and strong. He has obviously practiced physical and Taoism skills, especially with a kind of anger and murderousness that can't be concealed and unwilling to hide. Obviously, killing on the battlefield is countless. Not to mention other aspects, at least in terms of combat strength, it is an absolutely fierce role.

These things may not be perceived by others, but for Zhu Peng, who has experienced the doomsday killing, it is so clear that those who can survive the killing era six or seven years later will be quite sensitive to murderousness and anger.

After walking the bloody soul mountain, there was no verbal rest. It was just a morning's rush. Maybe Mo Xiuqi still had the idea of taking the exam. Maybe this was the mode of action of their group of people. In short, the speed of rushing on the road was quite amazing. If it was an ordinary low-level monk, this level of urgency. Hurry, it is a kind of tormented squeeze for self-body or Zhenyuan supply, which is difficult to support at all.

Fortunately, this degree is not a problem for Zhu Peng at all. Although he did not deliberately solidify the powerful magic power of the escape method, the magnetic flow of the iron evil element all over his body, and those magnetized currents flowed down the Zhou body, making Zhu Peng's foot speed faster and faster. Lei Dao escape is already known for his speed. Lun.

Lei Che, iron hand gossip, and tie puppet (Da Sui?), are all Taoist magic power summed up by Zhu Peng over and over again. If it is derived, various effects and development prospects can be said to be comprehensive. How can there be a flaw at all?

In the future, based on these divine channel methods, Zhu Peng can have full accumulation and cultivation advantages in Leifa, body, qi vein, and mind. What's more, Zhu Peng also has a middle magic power and a great magic power that has not been condensed. The choice and solidification of these spells are related to the thickness of the foundation set by a monk when he builds the foundation in the future, and the impact is extremely far-reaching.

This morning's hurried escape brought a considerable burden to all four of them, but Zhu Peng had not shown any fatigue. Chang Xiao, who was in a blue shirt beside him, was a little unsupportable. In the morning, he suffered the biggest loss due to his most serious injury. Once the monk's blood is spewed out, it is not so easy to make up for it. What's more, he has never practiced physical and Taoist skills. His body is not good, and his carrying capacity is very limited.

Mo Xiu glanced at Chang Xiao in surprise, but he was still afraid of the old man. Finally, before Chang Xiao couldn't stand it, he stretched out his palm and let the four of them stop.

Because Zhu Peng's performance when he was on the road was quite good, with a solid foundation and a quick escape method, which obviously far exceeded the level limit of low-level monks. Therefore, during a short break at noon, the bald Mo Xiu's eyes again showed a little more warmth. After all, his strength is enough, and it is his comrades-in-arms who can help on the battlefield. It is all cumbersome and rubbish.

"Well, everyone will be comrades-in-arms who support each other and block each other in the future. Everyone introduces themselves and understands each other. After all, many things in the information given by the family are not detailed at all.