Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 162 The Tough Biyou Village
"Damn it!"

Seeing the raging fire in the village, Qiu Rang became even more furious: "You won't get out of the village safely!"

Xiao Zizai understood his companion's intentions.

Fists and feet have no eyes.

Battles between beings of different kinds are too dangerous for ordinary people.

They also did not want to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Arson is actually an act of compassion.

Xiao Zizai offered no explanation, instead employing the Flower-Staining Finger and Dragon Claw Hand techniques, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks.

The triple-layered magic weapon's defense is indeed formidable; even with all one's strength, it cannot be breached. However, magic weapon defenses are inevitably rigid, and various refining techniques cannot circumvent them.

He clung to Qiu Rang, preventing him from breaking free, his fingers and claws striking Qiu Rang's magical artifacts like lightning and a torrential downpour.

Sometimes a light tap, sometimes a heavy blow.

Ripples immediately appeared on the surface of the red shield, and the vibrations became increasingly intense.

Qiu Rang could sense the limits of the magical artifact and was extremely anxious.

His basic skills were far inferior to those of a Buddhist disciple like Xiao Zizai; he could only stand still like a punching bag and take blows.

"呲呲!"

Tiny cracks appeared on the red protective shield.

Qiu Rang retreated hastily.

Xiao Zizai moved like lightning, his attacks becoming faster and faster with each strike.

Two fingers, like steel clamps, gripped the damaged part of the shield, chiseling and digging, carving a gap in the protective red light.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Xiao Zizai turned to the side, channeled his strength into an elbow strike, and smashed Qiu Rang's tortoise shell to pieces with a deafening roar.

He continued his offensive, striking Qiu Rang's left shoulder with a heavy blow.

The combined open and hidden force in the palm travels down the spine, and with a single strike, it can shatter the body's skeleton, rendering the target unable to fight.

however.

The other party was clearly a weapon refiner, but there were no signs of body tempering.

However, a strange force within his body integrated his meridians, instantly solidifying them into a single entity and forcefully dissipating his own strength.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qiu Rang escaped, retreating dozens of steps, his heart filled with fear: "What amazing physical skills! What amazing finger techniques!"

"If I hadn't been afraid of losing face and insisted on learning the entire Zhou Tian Tong Qiao method, I would have really been defeated today!"

He hurriedly discarded the two broken magical artifacts, replaced them with a bracelet and a jade pendant, and revived the protective red light around him. Xiao Zizai frowned deeply, his murderous intent rising.

A cup of tea.

Qiu Rang was struggling to hold on, and Xiao Zizai once again seized an opening and destroyed the magic weapon.

This time.

Instead of being flustered, Qiu Rang laughed and said, "You've lost!"

"Ok?"

Xiao Zizai sensed the wind behind him, turned around, and caught a glimpse of the attacking object out of the corner of his eye. It was a magical artifact that resembled a lion dance head.

The skills of a weapon refiner are all contained in magical artifacts.

The effects are yet to be determined.

He dared not be careless and used all his strength to strike out from a distance.

The palm of the Great Compassionate Palm is filled with murderous intent.

The powerful palm strike sliced ​​through the vegetation along the way, colliding with the lion dance head ritual implements and producing a tremendous bell-like sound.

The lion-headed magical artifact flew out and landed in the hands of a white-haired youth.

Ma Xianhong!
Xiao Zizai's gaze sharpened, and he stopped fighting.

Ma Xianhong is the leader of Biyou Village. He has mastered one of the eight extraordinary skills called "Divine Refinement of a Hundred Techniques". His talent far surpasses that of Qiu Rang, and his strength should not be underestimated.

He was fearless.

It was only the appearance of Ma Xianhong that brought this about.

This means that the plan to clip the wings and capture the bandit leader has failed halfway.

Xiao Zizai couldn't help but wonder:
What about the rest?

Why don't you join the encirclement?
He could never have imagined it.

Even seasoned and incredibly capable temporary workers in the region can stumble and crash out unexpectedly.

Hei Guan was covered in blood, with steel nails piercing his shoulders, hands, and feet, pinning him to a tree.

Ding Ziheng endured the pain and bandaged his legs and feet.

Zhong Xiaolong's hands were covered in blood as he glared angrily at the black tube.

Harichagai lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his arms mangled and bloodied, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

"Great!"

He exclaimed with admiration, "My strength is clearly no less than yours, but it took the combined strength of three people to barely defeat you."

Harichagai possesses the golden bloodline passed down within his ethnic group, making him superior in everything he does.

He defeated his master as a beginner in Qi cultivation, and from then on, he became arrogant about his superior physical strength, looking down on everyone. Until he met Master Ma.

He then realized that he had wasted too much time.

I saw the clarinet unleash its full power.

Haricha realized that the person in front of him was clearly a carbon copy of himself.

Both possess extraordinary physical strength, but Hei Guan has received systematic training, and his basic boxing skills are far superior to those of someone like me who has learned through haphazard methods.

He was at a disadvantage from the very first exchange.

Fortunately.

He endured Zhang Mingdao's torture, mastered the Zhou Tian Thunder Opening Technique, and further explored his physical potential, barely managing to withstand Hei Guan's close-quarters combat.

Rao is so.

Zhong Xiaolong and Ding Ziheng overused their superpowers and suffered serious injuries.

His muscles were mostly shattered in the collision, and he will probably have to stay in bed for at least two months.

Zhong Xiaolong said, "Tie him up and hand him over to the cult leader for disposal!"

"Ah."

Ding Ziheng nodded.

He clamped the broken leg with a wooden board, tied it tightly, and then barely managed to stand up. He took out two strangely shaped nails from his pouch and stabbed them into the acupoints on the black tube.

The magical artifact, the Locking Yuan Nail, can lock the flow of Qi in the meridians and is specifically used to restrain extraordinary individuals.

the other side.

Wang Zhenqiu also suffered a severe blow.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs bent and his face ashen. He forced a smile and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm really impressed. If you're not sick, why are you pretending to be paralyzed and having your sister wash your feet?"

Wang Zhenqiu originally intended to use his disabled older brother Liu Hongzhong to threaten Liu Wukui.

did not expect.

Liu Hongzhong was faking illness.

and.

A child born under the sign of illness can cause serious illness and general weakness.

Caught off guard, Wang Zhenqiu was directly hit and forced to face Liu Wukui head-on, where he suffered a crushing defeat and fell to the ground.

"Die!"

A cruel and hateful look appeared on Liu Hongzhong's face as he urged the pathogenic energy to invade Wang Zhenqiu.

Wang Zhenqiu was having difficulty breathing and was becoming increasingly short of breath.

"never mind!"

Liu Wu Kui stopped him, saying, "Brother, let's hand him over to the sect leader!"

"But he hurt you!"

"Oh dear, they're just minor injuries!"

Liu Wu Kui waved his hand repeatedly, pointing to his bleeding shoulder, and said nonchalantly, "It'll be fine in two or three days, nothing serious."

"Humph!"

Liu Hongzhong didn't argue with his sister. He took a rope, tied her up, strapped Wang Zhenqiu to a wheelchair, and pushed her towards an open space in the village.

The two groups of people converged in the firelight.

Hei Guan and Wang Zhenqiu looked at each other, feeling extremely humiliated.

What brought them some comfort was...

A familiar voice came from not far away.

"Be gentle!"

Zhang Chulan, bound like a rice dumpling, was perched on the shoulders of two puppets, writhing like a maggot: "I am related to your sect leader!"

Earth Immortal Zhang Kun sneered: "You want to destroy the sect leader's precious treasure? Don't even mention relatives, calling him 'daddy' won't help!"

Zhang Chulan then asked, "So tell me, does calling him 'Grandpa' do any good?"

Zhang Kun was speechless.

Zhang Chulan tilted his head and suddenly saw his two fellow sufferers, asking in surprise, "You're here too?"

He was indeed a little surprised.

On strength.

He's far from being a temporary worker.

Both the clarinet and Wang Zhenqiu were formidable figures among the temporary workers.

They were arrested at the same time.

Let alone Zhang Chulan.

Even Xiao Zizai was caught off guard.

Old Meng, who was earnestly trying to persuade Fu Rong to turn over a new leaf, was completely dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)