The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 110 Immortal Envoy
"Can you use its magic?"

The old woman in the black ape's belly shook her head:
“No, magic is related to the mind.

Even if I eat its mind, I still can't use its magic.

Perhaps only immortals can control people's minds at will."

Blood Dragon frowned:
"Then why can this black ape use the martial arts of those warriors?"

“A warrior’s skills come from his body.

Practicing martial arts day after day, year after year, has enabled their bodies to remember the martial arts techniques they have practiced, and the martial artists' bodies will also undergo changes as a result.

To put it simply, if you run more, your body will become thinner, and if you work more, your body will become stronger.

This is a change from the inside out, and the same is true for warriors.

The black ape was simply using its own body to imitate the changes of the warriors it had swallowed, thereby strengthening its own physique.

But he could only imitate, but could not use his internal energy."

The Blood Dragon seemed to be thinking about something, as if it was true.

At that time at the small pier, the black ape who used the Di family's Fiery Iron Hand only made his arms swell and become powerful, but did not use high temperature. It turned out that he was unable to use internal energy.

Thinking of this, Xue Long asked the old woman: "Then can you use those skills?"

The old woman grinned and said, "Don't worry, I have dissected many warriors and I remember all those changes by heart.

It's just that my missing hands and feet are a bit inconvenient, so I need you, sir, to summon a fairy to help me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the blood dragon cast its gaze into the darkness.

A humanoid monster covered with fine, hard green scales walked out of the darkness.

The pupils are emerald green, the nose and ears are sunken holes, and the mouth is lipless.

The nails on both hands and feet are long and sharp, and the palms and soles are covered with thick barbs.

The blood dragon looked at it, then at the old woman:
“If you want the immortal’s hands and feet, you can.

But we have to do it well and not make any mistakes."

The old woman nodded quickly: "Don't worry, sir."

The blood dragon looked at the monster called the Immortal Envoy:

"Tear off its left arm and right leg."

Click, and two more fairies walked out of the darkness.

Without saying a word, they walked to the left and right sides of the fairy who came out first, and grabbed its left arm and right leg with their claws.

With a swish, the left arm and right leg were torn like clothes, and sticky black blood dripped from the wounds.

Upon seeing this, the old woman controlled the black ape to take over the immortal's left arm, aimed at the broken part of the black ape's left arm, and pressed lightly.

The left arm covered with green scales suddenly began to twitch.

Soon the twitching stopped, and looking at her left fist that was constantly clenching, the old woman nodded with satisfaction.

Then she did the same to the fairy's right leg.

After a moment, the old woman who had restored the black ape's body turned her gaze towards the immortal messenger who was standing there motionless with his missing limbs.

"Sir, since the Immortal Envoy has been damaged, why not..."

"can."

Hearing the blood dragon's permission, the old woman raised her lips, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth as she walked towards the injured fairy messenger.

Then, the sound of clothes being torn echoed in the dark passage again.

After waiting for a while, the blood dragon looked at the black ape whose appearance had changed drastically.

The monkey's head with closed eyes is on the neck, the green head of the fairy is on the chest, and the old woman with yellow teeth is on the abdomen.

Under the black-haired right arm, there is an arm with sharp claws and scales, and the left arm also has an arm with sharp claws and scales.

The two right arms tightly grasped the exposed spine of the immortal's torso that was cut open at the back, as if holding a shield.

Behind the black-haired left leg and the clawed right leg, there is a clawed left leg growing under the tail.

The three legs, like spider legs, carried the body of the black ape and walked back and forth on the wall, looking weird and creepy.

The Blood Dragon was very satisfied with the Black Ape's appearance.

"You get familiar with your body here first, I'm going to go out for a while.

When I come back, I will tell you where you should slaughter first."

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The long, dim street was littered with garbage and bloodstains.

The sound of lonely wheels echoed in the street.

Inside the carriage, Fan Jiu frowned and stared at Qin Zhiming, who was naked and biting a white knife.

"I'm asking you again, are you sure you want to do this?
In case of an accident, I can only guarantee that I can get out of it safely, you..."

"Then leave me alone."

Qin Zhiming, who was stretching his muscles, interrupted Fan Jiu.

He drew aside the curtain and looked out into the dark night covered by dark clouds.

“If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

The purpose of my martial arts training is to survive until I want to die.

I joined the Fanhai Gang to gain more power and live longer, but I found that the more power I gained, the more dangers I encountered.

It doesn’t really matter, after all, I like the feeling of walking on the edge of life and death.

However, I hate death, especially the kind of death that can be played with in the palm of one's hand and crushed to death at any time.

So, I have been looking for opportunities to resist and don't want to be bullied.

Brother Fan, it was you who gave me this opportunity."

"In that case, I will not advise you any more.

We are almost to the inner city, let’s get started.”

Fan Jiu nodded and looked at the tall and burly fat man next to him who was standing silently with his eyes closed.

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Dengdengdeng.

With a creak, the door opened.

Looking at the two people outside the door, the servant frowned:

"I don't know?"

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Master Nie."

"Wait."

Dong, the door was closed again.

After a while, the door opened again.

"Come in, follow me, don't wander around."

Fan Jiu followed the servant through the corridor and came to the third courtyard, which was the master's living place.

The servant knocked on the door gently: "Master, the person is here."

"Wait outside and let them in."

With a creak, Fan Jiu pushed open the door of the study.

"Fan Jiu, do you have something to talk to me about?"

Fan Jiu raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Sir Nie, I do have something important to report. It is a matter of great importance. I want to talk to you in person."

Nie Hongshen nodded:

"Close the door and come in to chat, Ash. Go make some good tea."

The two walked into the study, and Nie Hongshen motioned Fan Jiu to sit down and chat.

"What's the matter? So urgent? By the way, where's your son?"

Nie Hongshen turned his gaze towards the tall and burly fat man standing next to Fan Jiu.

“It’s too late, go to bed.

Of course I have to bring a guard with me when I go out so late."

"Okay, tell me what you want to say."

Nie Hongshen didn't want to pay attention to his crazy talk and interrupted him.

"Sir, this is my first visit to you. Please accept my small gift."

Fan Jiu smiled and placed a medicine bottle on the desk.

Nie Hongshen frowned: "What the hell?"

"There are three pills in there that can cure the plague."

Nie Hongshen was a little surprised and picked up the medicine bottle.

"This gift is not cheap, where did it come from?"

"Killing people for treasure is not worth mentioning."

Nie Hongshen didn't expect that after being released for so many days, the corpse general actually understood the ways of the world.

This means that he is no longer going crazy at the slightest provocation like before.

Thinking of this, Nie Hongshen's expression gradually relaxed.

"Tell me, you gave me a gift, do you have something to ask of me?"

Fan Jiu nodded:
"Your Excellency is wise, I cannot hide my thoughts from you.

Actually, it was nothing serious. It was just that Fei Tou Li did his job poorly, so I took him away.

Recently, I have eaten a lot of evildoers, so I thought of asking the adults.

These things won't affect my meeting my wife, right?"

Nie Hongshen laughed and waved his hand:
"Don't worry, I won't affect you from seeing your wife. Is there anything else?"

Just as Fan Jiu was about to speak, the servant pushed the door open and placed the teapot on the table next to Fan Jiu.

Seeing Fan Jiu's serious look, Nie Hongshen felt that he must have something important to say.

He ordered the servants to leave immediately and not to wait at the study door.

When the servant closed the door, Fan Jiu picked up the teapot and said lightly:

"Sir, do you want to become an immortal?"

(End of this chapter)