Chapter 602 One Finger in a Hundred Years

Three days passed quickly.

After killing the immortals on the outskirts of the school yard for ten days, they can finally stop, sit down or simply lie down, and take a good breath and rest for a while. Most people are numb, with a little confusion in their empty eyes. The experience that has never happened in these ten days has completely trampled on their once Taoist heart.

From now on, whether it is staying in the Yongzhen Tower as a fighting slave or becoming a wandering fairy slave, most of them can no longer return to the past.

The wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, and the weather is fine.

Li Xian wiped the blood stains on his forehead, held the wooden gun carved for him by An Bochen, and gasped heavily.

There are seven heads beside him, which he cut off with his own hands. Although the cultivation of these people is much higher than that of him, after the cultivation is imprisoned, the gap between everyone only exists in the flesh. Li Xian got An Bochen to teach the true meaning of martial arts, and he has this wooden gun, but he is not afraid of those real immortals.

Holding the handle of the gun in his right hand, Li Xian's eyes radiated * light and suddenly pushed forward, but he was imitating An Bochen's move to kill Yuanwu.

The wooden gun went out very fast, and the tip of the gun roared, and the void in front of Li Xian shook a trace of wave marks.

Obviously, when An Bochen carved a wooden gun, the true meaning of martial arts was hidden in it. Otherwise, Li Xian would not have suffered only a little minor injuries in the killing of more than a thousand people with an ordinary wooden gun.

Even with An Bochen's secret protection, Li Xian has also gained a lot. Along the way, he listened to An Bochen and Lv Feng's discussion on Taoist martial arts, and was taught by An Bochen on the school yard, and now he has personally sharpened it. Li Xian's progress in the gunway can be said to be a thousand miles a day, and his understanding of the true meaning of martial arts has changed from the previous ignorance to today's ability. I can see the fur.

After stabbing several shots, Li Xian was finally too tired to stand. He glanced at the panting and lying down fairy slaves around his eyes, shook his head, sat cross-legged, and breathed.

I don't know when he inadvertently began to imitate An Bochen from every move.

Li Xian himself may not be aware of it, but at least in some people's eyes, Li Xian's behavior and demeanor are very much like An Bochen.

The five short-figure immortals standing next to Wang Bingyu, the daughter of the Chifang Tianshi family, was standing under a big tree 25 steps behind Li Xian's side. He carefully stared at Li Xian with sharp eyes, which was not as ridiculous as when he faced Wang Bingyu.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Bingyu walked to the five short-body fairy and asked doubtfully.

In this foreign trial, Wang Bingyu is also determined to be promoted to a fighting slave, but she knows that without the secret help of this unattracted man in front of her, she can't even save her head than to the sky. You know, the more in the next few days, the more people's hearts struggle, the more desperate they are. Wang Bingyu began to be able to control a group of people, also because she grew up in a big family and knew how to use people's hearts according to the situation. But in the face of either you or me, people's hearts fluctuate. It's not her fairy that can control it and gradually lose the constraints of her opponent. Fortunately, this short fairy made her avoid danger again and again. To her surprise, she could not see the means of the five short-figure immortals and how he pulled himself out of the quagmire.

She was just surprised and not curious. Her curiosity had already been swallowed up by numbness. Thinking that in the future, she would become a slave for people to play from the young lady of the Chifangtian family, and hysterical despair gushed out from the depths of her eyes.

"I'm looking at people there." The five short-sized fairy touched his beard and said.

"Look at what he does... Well, he is not the entourage of those two businessmen. Wang Bingyu quickly recognized Li Xian, and his eyes turned cold.

"Exact" The short fairy narrowed his eyes into a line, looking shrewd and cunning: "However, Miss Wang really thinks that your two enemies are just businessmen? Can a businessman be so capable of becoming a king-level slave without the training of the slave-fighting arena?

"Listen to your tone, you seem to know them?" Wang Bingyu was not a fool. He looked at the fairy unexpectedly and said, "I thought you were thinking about me so much before. Now it seems that you have the same goal as me.

"What's your idea? Hahaha, I haven't seen any kind of stunning woman, and I can get it at my fingertips. While the short fairy spoke, a dismanent momentum came out logically. Wang Bingyu beside her was secretly surprised. She knew that the other party had hidden something, but she did not expect that the other party had hidden so deeply. With his momentum alone, she was not inferior to her parents.

"However, your eyesight has risen, and the grinding in the past few days is really beneficial to your cultivation." The short fairy said again.

"In the past, I would be happy if my strength improved, but now, even if I break through the realm of six immortals and break through to the real immortals, I can only stay in this slap-sized fighting slave campus. Humph, no matter how strong it is, what's the use? Wang Bingyu said.

"Is it really difficult to escape from this slave fighting campus after entering? I don't think so." The short fairy sneered.

"Don't deceive yourself." Wang Bingyu shook his head and sighed, "You know it yourself. This is an indisputable fact."

"I know, but I don't believe it." The short fairy said a sentence that made Wang Bingyu unable to figure it out for a long time.

"Okay, let's not say these useless words." The short fairy didn't know what he thought of. He laughed at himself, turned to Wang Bingyu, stared at her eyes, and said word by word, "I know, you want revenge and want to kill An Bochen. I can help you and annihilate him, but I need you to do me a small favor.

"An Bochen... So this is his name, and you really know them. Are you also his enemy? How can you annihilate him? How can I believe it? Wang Bingyu asked.

"The enemy?" The short fairy looked at the sky, and his old eyes showed a smiling look: "It's not true. As long as you know, I have a way to make the soul that swallows him annihilate his soul.

"The two of them are king-level slaves and first-class figures in the school. You are just a four-fold immortal. You have been imprisoned for your cultivation, and you can only play handsome tricks. Not to mention devouring their souls, you can't do it even if you get close to them. Wang Bingyu stared at the short fairy and said in an excited voice: "You need to prove to me that you can do it!"

As soon as Wang Bingyu's voice fell, the short fairy's hand suddenly reached out to her heart, seeing that this posture was hitting her peak.

"You..." Wang Bingyu was stunned at first, and then his face turned red.

After a blink of an eye, her body became stiff, and the skin close to her eyes trembled and she couldn't be herself.

For a moment, the short fairy pulled back his hand and stared at Wang Bingyu with a smile: "How, do you feel it?"

Wang Bingyu's eyelashes blinked slightly, lowered his head, and did not dare to see the short fairy. Most of his eyes were blank, followed by fear.

"What do you want me to do?" After a long time, Wang Bingyu asked.

"In fact, it's nothing. It can't be easier for you." The fairy with five short stature smiled and attached it to Wang Bingyu's ear, saying something.

"Is that all?" After hearing this, Wang Bingyu was a little surprised and nodded for a long time: "Okay. However, tell me your name first. People like you are by no means anonymous.

"You really like me. I'm indeed a nameless person. Let me tell you, my name is Jiu Chenjun.

While the short man spoke, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then raised his eyes and shot at the Dounu Tower.

On the 81st floor of the Dounu Tower, An Bochen is also looking at the outland.

Lv Feng stood beside him.

In the past three days, there was no place for the two of them to cross their every move. Like the rest of the king-level fighting slaves, they went back and forth between the Dounu Tower and the mural world. The two also saw several king-level slaves, but these king-level slaves were either arrogant or far away from An Bochen and Lv Feng, and never met such a slightly interesting person as Jiang Fengyun.

"Is there such a person in the world? An Bochen, don't exaggerate. Lv Feng raised his way.

"Exaggerate? I don't. My evaluation of him will only be conservative. After all, we haven't met for two hundred years. The genius of the first family, the inheritor of the secret way, who knows what level he will reach in two hundred years. An Bochen said, and his voice was slightly solemn: "Lv Fengqi, don't think he has no body to look down on him. People who lack hands often practice their feet very well. I think he is the same. His soul is definitely not the same. Coupled with his finger layout, in this world, if you want to kill him, you have to be a great power in ancient times.

"Real? This is what mortals say that once they are bitten by a snake for ten years, they are afraid of the well rope. Lv Feng said coldly, and there was a lot of sarcasm between his words.

"If you don't believe me and underestimate him, you will have bad luck sooner or later." An Bochen also sneered.

"If he is really as powerful as you said, he can penetrate the opportunity and play with the world thousands of miles away, ten or a hundred years ago, why would he come to avenge you in person?" Lv Fengqi questioned.

"Maybe he didn't come to take revenge on me." An Bochen did not move and stared at the figure in the distance: "You and I can't guess what he is thinking."

If Lv Fengqi is the biggest stepping stone on An Bochen's martial arts journey, then Jiu Chenjun is the person who once made An Bochen's soul extremely afraid. That year's aggressive, An Bochen thought he had won. It was not until he returned to the eastern world to meet "Jianghu" and found that Jiu Chenjun was still alive, and the layout of Yin Dynasty in the eastern boundary. An Bochen knew that he certainly occupied all the right time, place and people in that year's plot, but in the end, it was still a situation that could not be won.

Jiu Chenjun, the first person in soul and Taoism, the first person to fight. When we meet again, a hundred years have passed by, but it is like a flicker.

"This year's Tongtianzhai may be very lively."

The sun fell from the distance and brushed the corners of An Bochen's eyes. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

At the same time, the short fairy in the distance also raised his head and squinted, as if enjoying the joy of rebirth after the disaster, which seemed extremely natural.