Chapter 3 Save the Beauty under the Snake's Mouth

Chapter 3, Save the Beauty under the Snake

Seeing this, Feng Yang is a fool and can guess that they are the team of the Kingdom of Cilida to participate in the competition!

"Grandma, no wonder they haven't arrived in our tribe for a long time. It turned out that they secretly robbed my business here!" Feng Yang gritted his teeth and thought.

The golden-backed python spit out a long core, and several attempts to break through were ruthlessly cut back, and the sword hit the golden back with fire.

Feng Yang can see that these people are all masters with local strength. Even if the golden scale knives and guns of the golden-backed python are invulnerable, they can't stand the shock of more than a thousand pounds of strength, which just echoes the sentence 'the tiger can't withstand many wolves'.

Feng Yang saw that the two sides were deadlocked for more than a quarter of an hour. Except for several breakthroughs, the golden-backed python did not make any attack action, but defended and tried to let all attacks fall on its golden back.

The faces of the besieged people gradually increased with joy, and it seemed that they all thought that the golden-backed python was about to be exhausted.

But the more Fengyang looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. When he was thinking about what was wrong, the golden-backed python suddenly hiss, his head popped wildly, and the top of his neck also bulged high.

"No, it's going to spit sour. Be careful!" The middle-aged man reminded loudly.

At that time, the golden-backed python stood up and turned around, and the acid sprayed at the people in the encirclement like a rainstorm.

Everyone was shocked, and the circle of more than ten meters suddenly increased to nearly 20 meters, but Princess Vernina, who cast magic in the rear, was not so agile. The golden-backed python suddenly pricked Princess Verina with its head.

The people who hid from the acid were frightened when they saw this, but there are only two warriors beside Princess Vernina, and it is too late for others to rescue.

The two warriors roared and jumped up at the same time, and the sword in their hands cut at the snake's head with all their strength. The golden-backed python shook the snake's head wildly, shaking the two warriors back more than ten meters, opened their blood basin and biting them at Princess Verina!

Princess Vernina's magic ice blade shot desperately at the golden-backed python, but at this time, no one beside her could stop the golden-backed python.

Although the ice blade is strong in penetration, it can't stop the death blow of the golden-backed python. In the end, even Vernina's condensed magic ice shield was smashed by the snake's head, and the blood basin was about to bite Verina!

"Princess!!!"

Just when the people around were desperate and roaring, the whole sky suddenly darkened, and three huge black blades were cut on the snake's head one after another, and the snake's head was five or six meters away.

At this time, everyone also rushed to the princess's side, but the encirclement had been broken, and the golden-backed python took the opportunity to break through, but everyone was still frightened, and there was no intention to kill the golden-backed python.

"Princess, are you all right?" A young man with elf blood asked with concern.

"Ah, I'm scared to death. Why is this snake so cunning? I originally wanted to peel off its golden scales and make a golden armor scale coat for my father!" The princess looked at the fleeing golden-backed python, patted her chest, and said in shock.

"Orang, a sword warrior in the Lower Sirida tribal kingdom, which senior just helped, please come out and see it. There will be a good reward."

Obviously, Orion regards those black blades as the strength of the heavenly strong. Generally, the physical strength of the heavenly strong is golden, but there are other colors!

But Feng Yang was chewing the golden armor scale dress mentioned in his heart. Thinking of the great image of himself wearing a golden armor scale dress and holding a bloody black knife, he couldn't help laughing!

Feng Yang didn't listen to what Orang said. He looked at the direction of the golden python escape and immediately secretly chased after him.

Orang shouted a few more times, but still did not respond, so he said, "It seems that the senior who helped just now has left."

"But I heard a rattling laugh just now. Why can't I come out and let people see it? What's so stinky about the heavenly masters? Humph, there are several of us in Sirida!"

As soon as the middle-aged man heard this, he quickly stopped Princess Vernina and said, "Princess, the laughter of the senior just now should be a response to us. Let's go to Style Rida quickly. It will be dark in two or three hours."

The princess shrugged her shoulders and waved her hand, "Let's go!" Then he changed his expression and said proudly, "Hee hee, I will definitely win the individual championship tomorrow, and my father will be proud of me at that time!" Hee, haha!"

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, ordinary people would not have thought that the character of the princess of the Kingdom of Sirida would be so lively.

Feng Yang is chasing down quickly in the direction of the escape of the golden-backed python, and the blood stains on the ground are just like a street lamp.

Before long, Fengyang caught up with the golden-backed python, and after a while, the snake body of the golden-backed python had rolled up a first-order monster and an arrow-backed pig. Looking at that, the bones all over the poor pig had been squeezed into pieces.

Opening the mouth of the blood basin, the golden-backed python was about to swallow its prey to replenish its blood and weak body. The blood-drinking black knife in Fengyang's hand had been wildly cut at seven inches of the snake.

The golden-backed python hissed in pain. It was almost exhausted, and the seven-inch heavy blow made it begin to paralyze all over.

Fengyang's eyes radiated with brilliance. Seeing the golden back of the golden-backed python, it was just like seeing the golden armor scales, and his saliva was about to flow down.

The golden-backed python fought back desperately, but it was just a futile struggle. After only a few minutes, the golden-backed python lay on the ground like a dead snake and slowly squirmed under the crazy chopping of the treasure knife in Fengyang's hand.

Feng Yang came to the snake's head, and the golden-backed python's eyes were full of vicious resentment, and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of acid.

Feng Yang's long knife patted the acid away, patted the snake's head, and then inserted the blood-drinking black knife fiercely from the snake's neck, ran quickly to the tail of the snake's body, pulling the treasure knife to open the intestines of the golden-backed python.

A stream of blood gas came back from the bloody knife. Feng Yang's eyes turned slightly red, and he gave a very refreshing "wow" sound!

After sucking the blood of the golden-backed python, Feng Yang felt that the blood lost this morning had been replenished. The blood-sucking characteristics of this knife are really powerful!

Take out a human-sized snake bile from the snake's belly. Feng Yang took a big sip and shouted, "Cool~!"

Then continue to pour the whole snake gall into your stomach. How horrible and amazing it is. It's hard to say that this is the legendary 'do you have to suffer well before you be a superior?'

Three five divided by two, Feng Yang has peeled off the whole snake skin, pulled out the snake tendons, and then removed the abdominal skin, leaving only the snake skin with golden scales.

Roll up the snake skin and tie it with snake tendons. Feng Yang weighed it with his hand, and these golden scales are less than 800 pounds. It seems that this golden armor scale clothing still has to be worn by a strong and perverted person like him.

Otherwise, they are all masters of the earth, but if there is only 300,400 pounds of physical strength, even if you use strength to temporarily wear it and fight with others, the defense is high, but if others don't fight you head-on, the consumption of strength will kill you!

Looking at these golden scales, Feng Yang has a little headache. It's too obvious to take this thing back like this.

When he was struggling to find something to cover up the golden scales, Feng Yang suddenly thought, " By the way, didn't that short winter melon give me a space ring!"

took out the ring from his arms, and Feng Yang put it on the middle finger of his left hand, which was just the right size. Then he opened Master Clad's pamphlet and studied it carefully.

The pamphlet is about the use and explanation of some level one, two and three levels of magic. It turns out that this is a book to learn simple magic.

Feng Yang turned to this page of the use of spiritual power, and then followed the explanation to operate spiritual power.

If Feng Yang can feel around at this time, he will find countless blood-red explosive elements coming towards him crazily.

The body of the bloody golden-backed python around him seemed to explode, and the blood-colored elements rushed out of the body and gathered around the wind and Yang.

And those blood-red elements are metahemolysin. There are no other magic elements except blood elements. Feng Yang is actually a pure blood element, one of the most terrible and evil elements in the world!

This element is not drawn from heaven and earth, because it is the blood power in the body of living creatures and the source of the most fundamental power of living creatures. It can be seen how terrible the attributes of Fengyang are!

Unfortunately, Feng Yangke didn't want to learn any magic. He thought that his spiritual power saw some fire elements, so his spiritual power was completely complete and concentrated on the space ring.

After more than ten minutes of trying, Feng Yang finally realized the skill, and his spiritual power broke through to the space ring and saw a three-dimensional space that is five meters long and high. Although the ring space is not as large as Master Clad boasted, this 125 cubic meters of space also made Feng Yang extremely excited.

According to the method mentioned in the pamphlet, Feng Yang wrapped the brochure in his hand with spiritual strength. Sure enough, the pamphlet disappeared from his hand and then sensed it into the space ring. The pamphlet was lying quietly in a corner of the ring space, and then took out the brochure with mental strength and put it in. Happy.

Then Feng Yang threw the bottles, coins, papyrus and other things stuffed in his arms into the space ring, and then wrapped the golden scales of the golden-backed python with his spirit, and moved the golden scales to the ring space.

Feng Yang was so excited that he wanted to laugh, and suddenly felt dizzy and depressed. Feng Yang waved his head, pulled down the small pot of ale left at his waist and drank it quietly, and then he was a little energetic.

"This space ring is quite energetic to use. It's unbearable to put a gold armor scale in it. It seems that my mental strength is not strong." Feng Yang said to himself.

If those who have a space ring hear this sentence, it will not be shocked by him and spit blood. Ordinary people can use their energy to move 20 or 30 pounds of things into the space ring.

When Fengyang uses it for the first time, he can move more than 800 pounds of things. Isn't this spiritual power powerful?

Many people use space rings to put small things such as coins, clothes, and things weighing more than 30 pounds are a challenge for many people.

So mainland merchants have space rings, which are also used to store some money and treasures and personal items, and the goods still need to be pulled by carriage.

Feng Yang looked around. He stayed here for a long time. He thought that the snake body was bloody, and there should be monsters coming soon. Now is not the time to fight.

But how did he know that when he used his spiritual power, he attracted a wide range of blood elements. How could any monster smell the smell of blood? Even if he smelled it, he would run over and see a demon who could collect blood elements crazily? He would be scared to scream and run away like seeing his dead father.

Holding the bloody black knife in his hand, Feng Yang sighed, "This knife still needs to be carried for the time being. It weighs more than 1,200 catties. How much mental strength does it take to put in? It seems necessary to practice mental strength."

After talking to himself, Feng Yang rushed back to the tribe.

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Spiritual information

Spiritual power is the same as strength. When using divine energy to control weapons and attack targets, the attack power reaches 100 catties of human-level first-level and 1000 catties is the first-level level.

6000 jin is the first level. The spiritual strength at the domain level is the most horrible. Through spiritual power, people can fall into a fantasy and kill people invisibly.

This does not mean that moving 100 pounds is the first-level thing, but the attack power. The two are completely different.

In fact, people with strong spiritual power at the local level can move more than a hundred catties of weight on the right and left at a time, but they will never move once like Feng Yang, and his energy will be exhausted, because Feng Yang's use of spiritual power is too simple. He only knows the use of brute force, which consumes too much.

Therefore, with the gradual condensation and proficiency of Fengyang's mental strength, heavier things can be moved into the space ring, and the consumption of mental energy will be greatly reduced.

Humans are generally dominated by strength, just as the elves are dominated by magic. Among human beings, there are few people who specialize in spiritual power, dozens of times less than magicians. Of course, magicians also have to practice spiritual power, but it is different from those who specialize in spiritual power.

Magicians are supplemented by spiritual power and assist the understanding, control and casting of magic. Those who specialize in spiritual power are directly based on spiritual power.

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When he returned to the tribe, the sky had darkened, and Feng Yang also felt extremely tired. He slipped into the house and found that the old man was not there. He immediately went back to his room, closed the door and slept beautifully.

followed Master Clad to fight iron for a night, put blood all over, and then ran around. Finally, his mental strength was almost exhausted. Thinking of this, Feng Yang sighed shamelessly before going to bed, "Oh, what a capable person works!"

"Brother~~~~~, get up~~bed~~~~~~!" Feng Linger screamed loudly at the door of Fengyang's room with her high-pitched shell. The volume was infinitely powerful!

Fengyang stimulated his sister's voice, and immediately opened his eyes with a hundred times of energy. Seeing that the sky was already bright, and then thinking of today's competition, he stood up in the air, copied the bloody black knife next to get up, and rushed out of the door like a bull.

Seeing Feng Yang rushing out of the door, Feng Linger was quite satisfied with her volume and said, "Brother, the food is ready. Come and eat quickly. Dad is waiting for you in the room. I didn't have time to say anything yesterday, so you ran away!"

Fengyu smiled and said, "If I hadn't run fast yesterday, it would have been strange that the old man didn't peel off my skin. Grandpa, don't blame me. I really didn't mean to break that chair!"

At the dinner table, Fengyang swept a table of food and made a full move. Then he looked at the old man and said, "Hey, I will definitely fix the wooden chair yesterday!"

Fenglong stared at his son and then said, "This competition is full of masters from various tribes. After suppressing you for so long, it's time for you to show your strength. If your opponent is too strong, you can use your real power!"

Feng Yang was stunned. He was still thinking about whether he would be forced to expose his real strength in the game. He would be scolded by the old man. Unexpectedly, the old man took the initiative to tell him that he could use all his strength, "Oh, God, how can he be so good to me!"

Feng Yang: "But dad, don't you let me use my strength? Now how...?"

Feng Long: "When you grow up, you have to go your own way. In the past, you were not allowed to work hard to protect you. There are many geniuses in this world, but there are too few geniuses to grow up alive."

"After you ate Longyan milk, I knew that your future achievements were not what I could imagine, so after this competition, you can go to the Dayan Martial Arts Institute of the Dayan Empire to study."

Feng Yang: "Why? I'm staying well in the tribe!"

Fenglong's expression was a little sad, and he sighed, "Men are ambitious in all directions. Are you willing to stay in this tribe all your life?"

When Fengyang heard this, he thought to himself that he seemed to have many places he wanted to go. There were hundreds of races in the mainland of the Wan Dynasty. Feng Yang had heard too many strange regions and magical stories. He had an adventurous spirit in his bones, and he was so eager to have these experiences~!

"But why go to the Dayan Martial Arts Academy?" Feng Yang asked, but the sadness on Fenglong's face also became stronger because of this question, "Dad, are you all right?"

"Linger, go back to the room first. I'll tell you something!" Fenglong turned his head and said to Feng Linger.

"Oh, you can say it. I'll come out to clean it up later." After saying that, Feng Linger went back to her room.

Feng Long: "This matter has been suppressed in my heart for nearly 16 years, and it's time to let you know. Do you know why I have never mentioned your mother to you~?"

Feng Yang was shocked. This has always been what Feng Yang wanted to ask but did not dare to ask. When he was a child, he asked once or twice. When he could make Fenglong fall into bloody madness every time, he dared not ask again.

Fengyang also asked the people in the tribe, but they didn't know. All they knew was that Fenglong went out when he was young. When he came back, he brought back Fengyang, who was more than two years old, and Feng Linger, who was not even one year old.

"When I was young, I was as curious about the outside world as you, so I left the tribe and went out. I was 28 years old that year..."

Father Fenglong began to tell his unknown story.