Chapter 8 Breaking the Robbery, Master-Level Spells
When they reached an uninhabited place, Wei Zhong stopped and looked back at the escape light behind him.
The few people stopped slowly. There were three people in total, all high-level Qi Refining monks. The three faces were somewhat familiar, and they seemed to be spiritual farmers of the Yan family.
"What do you mean by following me here?"
Wei Zhong was the first to speak out.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and the leader said:
"Stop talking nonsense, Old Man Wei, hand over your storage bag. If you can satisfy the brothers, I will spare your life."< br>
Another person said:
"Fellow Daoist Lin, why bother talking nonsense with him? The brothers made him here, and the three of us shared the things equally. This old thing cost six at the auction. Bidding seven hundred spirit stones means he must be rich.”
As a spiritual farmer of the Lin family, although he earns about one hundred spirit stones from farming every year, his expenses are equally staggering, including elixirs, magic weapons, and spells. Huge expense.
Therefore, ordinary spiritual farmers can only make ends meet and do not have extra financial resources to improve themselves.
Originally, I became a spiritual farmer because my qualifications were mediocre and my path was hopeless.
Seeing the old fat sheep Wei Zhong leave, he became even more evil.
Wei Zhong sighed slightly:
“Does nephew Yan Yuanxian think the same way?”
A figure walked out of the forest below and lifted his hood. It was Yan Yuan who had once asked Wei Zhong for advice on the Spiritual Rain Technique.
"Mr. Wei is indeed extraordinary. My nephew has been discovered even though he was hiding so well."
The man was smiling and seemed to have convinced Wei Zhong.
Wei Zhong shook his head. This superficial method of concealment was far inferior to Gong Yangzi's:
"My nephew did this, does Brother Yan know?"
Yan Yuan understood that he was talking about his uncle Yan Wenbo.
“I don’t know, my nephew knows that Mr. Wei has a good relationship with his clan uncle, so he dare not tell him.”
Wei Zhong is a little regretful:
“Xian My nephew has a bright future, so why collude with these spiritual farmers to commit such a calamity?"
After Yan Yuan learned the Lingyu technique from his own hands, he stood out from the other disciples of the Yan family and became Yan Yuan. The spiritual nurturing apprentice of the family can be said to have broken away from the status of a sideline and truly became the core member of the Yan family.
After hearing this, Yan Yuan's smile faded, showing a bit of ferocity.
“What’s the use of a spiritual cultivator? He’s not working for the disciples of the main lineage. He worked hard to cultivate the elixir, why should he give it to the disciples of the main lineage just by the words of the elders, but he wants to He worked hard to save his contribution in exchange for it.”
Looking at his angry look, Wei Zhong immediately understood that he had been beaten less. Born in a cultivating family, I don’t know how many Sheng San cultivators I have.
Now that I have entered the core, I see more privileged people and feel dissatisfied.
If you are dissatisfied, why bother making things difficult for me, an old man.
"Please also ask Mr. Wei to hand over his belongings, and my nephew can give Mr. Wei a decent death."
'Yes, I won't even give you a way to survive. ’
“My wise nephew will not think that you can control me by finding these three losers.”
Hearing this, the three spiritual farmers all looked angry.
We are both spiritual farmers and high-level Qi refining monks. How noble are you?
"Brother Yan, don't worry, the three of us will take it down right now."
Wei Zhong shook his head and turned the black ball in his finger, instantly stimulating.
[Flying Throwing Technique·Master (12%)]
In the past few years, although Wei Zhong has been busy practicing the "Health Cultivation Technique", his practice of the technique has not fallen behind.
The master-level flying throwing technique was even better than before. There was only a sound of breaking through the air, and in an instant he was in front of the leading high-level Qi Refining monk, leaving him no time to use his defensive magic weapon.
The jade pendant beside his ear shattered, forming a jade-colored barrier in front of him.
There was a look of surprise on his face.
‘The casting speed is so fast, I wasted a life-saving magic weapon. ’
‘It turned out to be a passively triggered defensive weapon. ’
Wei Zhong’s face showed no abnormality at all. The black ball made a small hole out of it as if it had hit an eggshell, and then flew towards his head with unabated force.
His face was stunned, as if he could not believe that his defense was broken in the blink of an eye.
What followed was a stone smashing into tofu, smashing his head into pieces. The master-level flying technique is not only limited to penetration, but also has the effect of detonating spiritual power after hitting the target, adding a bit of damage.
“Brother Lin!”
The three of them had not yet reacted to the change, but Wei Zhong moved and turned into a white cloud, arriving in the blink of an eye. Behind the other person.
[Teng Yun Shu·Master (31%)]
The magic sword is already lifted in his hand, and the golden light on it is dazzling.
[Geng Sword Technique·Mastery (45%)]
Geng Sword Technique is added to the first-level mid-grade magic weapon, and it immediately exerts the power of a high-grade magic weapon of no less than the next level.
With a stabbing sound, it had already penetrated into the second man's robe.
The cloud patterns on the blue robe turned out to be a first-order middle-grade robe, and its theoretical value was no less than a first-order high-grade magical weapon.
However, Gengjin was unable to stop him. The magic sword created a gap the width of his hand in his robe and pierced his side.
The sword energy spurted out, seriously injuring one person.
As soon as the clouds rose and dispersed, Wei Zhong had already killed one person and seriously injured one of them.
Leave behind the last spiritual farmer and Yan Yuan who is in the middle stage of Qi refining.
The two looked horrified and did not dare to fight again.
Yan Yuan leaned down and escaped into the forest below, leaving a lingering voice: "Please also ask fellow Taoist Ke to serve as my queen. I will definitely take good care of your Taoist family."
The expression of the spiritual farmer was left alone. One green and one white.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a rattle.
“Boom!”
As if a child's voice had reached his ears, Wei Zhong paused slightly, and a golden light flashed in his mind.
‘It turns out to be a magic weapon that affects the soul. ’
Wei Zhong looked happy, and his hands were not busy at all, using the flying throwing technique.
Seeing that he was not affected by the magic weapon and performed the familiar spell-casting action, this person immediately felt that his life was at risk.
“Pa!”
Another headless corpse fell.
Wei Zhong left behind a cloud of mist again, ignored the seriously injured person, and flew into the forest, already holding a large number of fragments of the magic weapon in his hand.
Flying Throwing Technique·Continuous Fire.
I don’t know how many trees in the forest were affected by the spell, and they fell one after another.
Then Wei Zhong fell downwards.
Yan Yuan was seen lying between the trees, one of his arms was missing, and his legs were all bloody.
The only remaining arm was working hard to move a black shield that was half a man tall. When Wei Zhong arrived, his face looked miserable.
Then he remembered something and burst into tears, bursting into tears.
"Uncle Wei, I'm sorry. My nephew was blinded by lard for a while. I hope Uncle Wei will spare my life for Uncle Yan's sake. Please..."
No By the time he finished speaking, Wei Zhong had set off a whirlwind of spiritual energy in his hand, and a stone had penetrated into his brain.
Then a flame burned it to ashes.
Picking up his storage bag, Wei Zhong lifted up the clouds and returned again.
Two headless corpses lay on the ground, and a parrot was confronting a person. Several wind blades were triggered from time to time between its wings, preventing it from escaping.
Wei Zhong used a magic spell and the last person died.
Jiucai flew to Wei Zhong's shoulder and tilted his head to look at Wei Zhong's old face.
Wei Zhong took out a red pill, flicked it into his mouth, and murmured:
“It’s not like I raised you in vain.”
Then he packed up all the loot and cleared the place. , and left.
(End of this chapter)