Keyboard Immortal

A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daugh...

Chapter 172 The Twelve Golden Men

Zuan's eyes narrowed, and he saw that the wounds on their feet were healing at a visible speed. The copper pieces that he had cut off earlier and dropped to the ground disappeared into the ground, and the missing parts on the feet of the corresponding bronze figures were restored to their original state.

"It seems they can regenerate automatically in this environment." Qiao Xueying's face was pale. Although these bronze men were not very agile, their attack power was extremely strong, and they were immortal. How could they possibly fight them?

The key issue is that the young lady can't wait any longer; if too much time is wasted, Zhang Han will go back!

"I've heard that fire overcomes metal. Do you know any fire-based techniques?" Zu'an asked quickly.

Qiao Xueying rolled her eyes: "Don't you know I cultivate wood-based techniques? If I use fire, I'll probably burn myself first."

Zuan looked at him with disdain: "Trash. Not to mention that the protagonists in those novels are all proficient in all elements, even some villains who are stepping stones often cultivate two elements. You are not even as good as a stepping stone."

Qiao Xueying: "..."

"What kind of nonsense novels are you reading? In this world, every cultivator can only awaken one elemental power. That's common sense, do you understand common sense?"

Anger level from Qiao Xueying +233!

Qiao Xueying was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth. This guy was really incompatible with her; they must have been enemies in their past lives!

"Since you're so knowledgeable about common sense, tell me what we should do now," Zu'an asked, grabbing her hand and dodging the attacks of the bronze men.

Qiao Xueying also fell into deep thought, muttering to herself, "As the saying goes, the Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Dao is forty-nine. The Heavenly Dao is missing one, but it leaves a glimmer of hope. This is just a seal, and there must be a way to break it, so these guys can't be without flaws, it's just that we haven't discovered them yet."

Zuan couldn't help but complain, "You've said so much nonsense, say something useful."

Qiao Xueying blushed and glared at him fiercely: "What I mean is, don't just focus on their feet, the weakness should be elsewhere."

“Other places?” Zuan glanced at the bronze figures, his first instinct being to look down at their groin, only to find that there was nothing between their legs. Clearly, these bronze figures did not distinguish between genders, so the idea of ​​attacking their vitals would not work.

The two separated and kept walking around these huge bronze figures, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't find anything that could be considered a flaw.

"Hey, do you think their weakness might be those strange patterns right in the center of their brows?" Qiao Xueying, being of higher cultivation, quickly noticed some clues. Every time these bronze figures moved, a light-colored light would flow across those patterns in their brows.

Hearing her analysis, Zu'an nodded: "That should be it. It seems there's some truth to the saying that big breasts mean no brains."

Qiao Xueying was taken aback, thinking to herself, what does having big breasts and no brains have to do with me? My breasts aren't that big at all...

Suddenly her expression changed, and she finally realized that the opposite of "big breasts, no brains" was "small breasts, smart"—this was a roundabout way of insulting her.

Anger level from Qiao Xueying +666!

At this moment, Zuan spoke up again: "These bronze figures are too tall. Even if we know their weakness is on their foreheads, there's no way to exploit it."

These bronze figures are nearly 20 meters tall. If they were inanimate objects, it wouldn't be difficult for them to jump up with a little help halfway through, given their current cultivation levels. But these guys are extremely aggressive, so how could they allow them to climb up so leisurely?

Previously, I had been relying on my agility to deal with them, and the bronze men's speed was indeed a bit too slow. But if I ran right up to them, wouldn't that be suicide?

Just like those mosquitoes in my past life, they bite you and run away. It's hard to hit them because the difference in agility is too great. But if a mosquito flies right in front of you, it's practically asking for death.

Zuan certainly didn't want to be a mosquito that got swatted flat. His mind raced, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I've got it!"

"What do you mean, you have it?" Qiao Xueying asked upon seeing this.

"How long can your hair grow? How tough is it?" Zuan asked quickly. In their previous encounters, the fact that his opponent's hair grew freely in the wind had left an indelible impression on him.

Qiao Xueying hesitated. These were the trump cards of cultivators, and they generally wouldn't tell others. But seeing the other party's serious expression, she still replied, "It should be able to extend for more than ten feet. As for its toughness... it's hard to be damaged by ordinary swords and knives."

“Alright, stretch your hair out, the longer the better.” Zuan said as he grabbed her hair and pulled it outwards.

When a man touched her hair, Qiao Xueying felt both ashamed and angry. Sure enough, her hair instantly grew wildly, turning into countless whips that she was about to lash out at the despicable man.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm doing this to break the formation!" Zu'an hurriedly explained, while grabbing her hair and running towards the bronze figures, dodging left and right, quickly wrapping her hair around the feet of each bronze figure.

Qiao Xueying was quick-witted and soon guessed his plan. She secretly admired this guy for his clever ideas. However, she was also a little scared. These bronze men were so strong. Would they pull all her hair out and make her bald?

Sure enough, the moment the thought crossed her mind, she felt a tremendous force on her head. Before she could even react, she was sent flying. In mid-air, tears welled up in her eyes as she cried and cursed the culprit: "Zu An, you bastard!"