Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 298: Killing punch
Remnant Hall, a room near the hall.
There were several large cracks in the wall, and a screen was placed in front of the cracks to block the cold wind blowing into the room.
The smell of blood was strong in the room, and there were several **** bandages hanging on the screen.
Lu Tong walked into the room.
Qi Qingqing is sitting on the edge of the bed, and Wang Qiu is standing next to it.
"How's it going?"
Qi Qingqing stood up, moved out of the way, and said, "Master, Xiaoshan hasn't woken up yet."
Lu Tong walked to the bed and sat down, pinched Qi Xiaoshan's wrist and poured a little magic power into it.
Two wounds.
One is located on the chest, running from front to back, less than an inch from the heart; the other is located on the left waist, a deep cut.
Nearly killed.
He took out a heart-building pill.
This elixir is very good at healing wounds. I ate it in Qianxue Mountain to survive, and later prepared a few pills specially.
Dissolve the Bai Zao Ling liquid, open the space between your teeth and pour it in.
"Tell me, what happened then?"
Just now, Master gave a general introduction. It sounded like an accident caused by poor swordsmanship.
Qi Qingqing looked a little cold and said: "Today's brawl, half dressed up as monsters, half dressed as monks, they have discussed the plan early. Liu Menshan pestered me, Zhou Chuang and Cang Ju attacked at the same time Xiaoshan's murderous hand."
Lu Tong nodded, his expression unchanged.
He stretched out his hand to test Qi Xiaoshan's injury again. The elixir entered his belly, and his heart became much stronger, and his blood began to recover quickly.
"It's okay, just rest for ten days or so."
"Yeah."
"You and Xiaoshan have practiced "Three Qi Spiritual Smoke, are you still not their opponent?"
Qi Qingqing gritted her teeth and said, "Master, our swordsmanship is poor."
"Swordsmanship..."
Lu Tong pondered for a moment and said: "Tomorrow you go to Qingge Village and find a man named Erhu. Let him find some swordsmanship masters to teach you and Xiaoshan how to practice swordsmanship."
"Thank you, sir."
"What else is missing?"
If it were before, Qi Qingqing would definitely shake his head and refuse.
Recently, I have experienced a series of troubles.
Qi Qingqing became less timid, more sharp, and closer to Lu Tong.
"Master, I need two swords."
"Okay, when Xiaoshan recovers, I will take you to the Fire Dragon Cave."
"Thank you, Master."
Lu Tong stood up, glanced at the side, and said: "Wangqiu, come out."
"Yes."
……
The fracture.
Lu Tong sat behind the table and looked ahead.
The sun has completely set, and the field of vision is pitch black. Through the hazy moonlight, the shadows of the mountains can be vaguely seen.
"Hey."
He looked away, sighed, and said, "You didn't take action today?"
"No."
"Why don't you take action?"
"Very dangerous."
Lu Tong frowned and said, "What?"
"Such a fight is endless. The more you win, the more you lose. If you lose too much, sooner or later you will be in danger."
He was a little surprised.
I had long noticed that Wangqiu had a somewhat lonely temperament. I thought it was due to his childhood experiences, but I didn't expect that there was actually a lot of calculation behind it.
"Sit down."
Wangqiu sat cross-legged aside.
Lu Tong took out the tea set, boiled water, and asked: "If you were Qingqing and Xiaoshan, what would you do?"
"Look for Master."
"I won't show up."
"Poison."
He moved his hands for a moment, frowned, and said, "Who taught you this?"
"No one teaches you, you learn it yourself."
Lu Tong looked at Wangqiu.
Wangqiu lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was thinking of something bad.
"Have you ever poisoned someone before?"
"Yeah."
Wangqiu pursed her lips, remained silent for a while, and said: "My mother's personal maid, she used to take care of me. Later she climbed into Yan Ziqiu's bed and often bullied me. I poisoned her."
The water boiled and bubbles appeared.
Lu Tong looked at the blisters with complicated emotions.
Wang Qiu, fortunately I didn’t meet the **** ghost, otherwise it would have been another disaster.
Lu Tong took water to make tea, poured a cup after a few breaths, pushed it in front of Wangqiu, and said: "This kind of sneaky trick can only be used when there is no way out. Don't use it in the future."
"Yes."
……
Late night.
Lu Tong sat alone behind the bench, practicing with his eyes closed.
The last trace of medicine in the abdomen was exhausted.
He opened his eyes, took a short rest and then started "The Record of Positive and Negative Blood".
A blood seed as big as a fist slowly condensed, and the tiger claws faded away little by little.
After a while, the tiger claw completely disappeared.
The legs are below the knees, the muscles are crisscrossed, and the skin surface is uneven, looking extremely ferocious.
The blood type hangs aside.
Lu Tong calmed down his magic power and tried to cast the demon-transforming spell.
In the dantian, hundreds of mana threads were intertwined, and it took nearly ten breaths to complete the demon transformation spell.
The rolling magic power pours down from the waist like a flood gate, and penetrates into the thighs, knees, calves, soles of feet, etc.
"Creak, grunt..."
Various strange noises were heard.
The surface of the skin began to bulge and shrink, and the surface vibrated violently during the changes, like a drum skin that had been hit hard.
The already ferocious legs look even more penetrating.
After half a stick of incense, the aftermath of the spell dissipated.
He cast the spell again.
Spells flowed out one after another until the spells were exhausted.
Lu Tong looked down and saw that his legs were covered with black lines of varying thicknesses.
He reached out and pinched it.
The skin feels rough, extremely tight, and bulging inside, as if it is stuffed with cotton.
Knocked hard.
It made a muffled sound like hitting hard wood.
He looked at the ugly black legs with a smile on his face.
Visions have supernatural powers.
The Qilin legs have not yet been completed and have already begun to show various abnormalities. When it is completed, it will not be as good as described in "The Legend of Qilin", but it must also be mysterious.
"You actually cultivated it."
Wan Yi stood behind, looked at Lu Tong's legs, and continued: "How do you explain to the Kong family and Qianfeng?"
Lu Tong took the blood of the Liaoshan Tiger into his body~IndoMTL.com~ took out a piece of animal skin and covered his legs.
"Explain what?"
"You underestimate the Kong family too much. Many people in the Fengzhu Sect covet this method, but no one has ever dared to practice it. There is something else involved behind it."
Lu Tong looked at Wan Yi, shook his head and said: "I don't have to worry about it, I'm pretty confident if I dare to practice. I heard that you asked someone to go to Lanshan Village to inquire about Xiao Mu, Xiao Lin, and Xiao Sen. What kind of tricks are you doing? ?"
"Did Wanxi say it again?"
Lu Tong ignored it.
Wan Yi curled his lips, sat aside, poured himself a cup of herbal tea, and said, "It's so boring, let's have some fun."
"You dare to be restless after entering the Ghost Suppression Tower. Are you really not afraid of death?"
"Afraid."
Wan Yi drank half a cup of tea, sighed and said: "I'm too scared, I have to use some means, otherwise I don't know when I will be sold by my senior brother."
Lu Tong boiled the water again, poured out the herbal tea in the teapot, and said: "Don't cause trouble, I will naturally spare your lives."
"What else?"
Wan Yi knew it wouldn't be that simple.
Killing has two great merits. If you don’t kill, you will eat rice for free. In Wan Yi's eyes, Lu Tong would not be so kind, but rather very vicious.
"And..."
Lu Tong pinched a handful of tea leaves and said: "I also want to help you with some small favors. Those dangerous and easy-to-kill things will be handled by you and Wanxi from now on."
After saying that, he threw down the tea leaves and said with a smile: "Anyway, you have **** ghosts and many ideas, so you won't die so easily."
A ruthless look flashed in Wan Yi's eyes.
"Senior brother, aren't you afraid of falling into my hands?"
"You?"
Lu Tong shook his head, looked at the flames under the stove, and said, "No."
Wanyi, Wanxi, two **** ghosts, have many ghost ideas.
But despite all the calculations, it is difficult to defeat a killing punch.
He is the killing punch.