[Ding! You killed the Spirit Realm Walker from the same faction - Swordsman, deducting 60 reputation points.]
The first sound that came out was not the cheers from the audience, but the prompt sound from the spiritual realm.
After killing this level 5 swordsman, Zhang Yuanqing was deducted 60 reputation points, leaving only 150 reputation points remaining.
150 points of reputation, at most kill two or three more saints, or seven or eight extraordinary people, hunting down evil professions is imminent﹒﹒﹒ Zhang Yuanqing performed the Star Escape Technique, flashed to the side of the charred corpse, bent over to pick up the scarlet sword, the black iron mask and the half-burned green vine clothes. From this point of view, it is not a loss.
But the fact is, the direct descendants of the Lingjing family are more noble than most deacons.
In major branches across the country, there are not many deacons who disappear without reason every year, but there are quite a few too, and not all of them die at the hands of evil professions.
Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and wiped his face. A dot of gold lacquer appeared between his eyebrows and quickly spread to his entire cheek. The black and red colors outlined his majestic and upright facial features. Seeing this face, Zhao Feichen felt an indescribable fear and panic in his heart, as if he had seen the ancestor of the family.
Wearing the golden mask, Zhang Yuanqing looked directly at Zhao Feichen, with two golden lights flashing in his eyes, like beams of light. He activated the skill attached to the golden mask - mental attack!
Zhao Feichen raised his head and screamed in extreme pain.
Zhang Yuanqing raised his foot, kicked the arrogant second-generation rich man down, summoned the scarlet blade and captured it in his hand.
He raised his foot and stepped on Zhao Feichen's chest, looking down at the handsome young man's face twisted in pain, and said calmly: "Young man? 8\./2\./novel\./no\./wrong\./first\./publish~~"
"Have you ever thought that the family background that you are so proud of is actually not worth mentioning in my eyes." After he finished speaking, he raised the scarlet sword and slashed it down heavily.
Zhao Feichen's thighs were severed at the root and blood spurted out like a fountain.
He suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, his face turned pale, sweat poured down, and then his eyelids fluttered and he fainted. The physical fitness of a scholar in the extraordinary realm is not much better than that of an ordinary person.
Zhang Yuanqing swung his sword, splashing a trail of blood. He didn't even look at Zhao Feichen, but walked straight towards Lian Sanyue. The young girl, who was called a female companion but was actually a female slave, knelt beside Zhao Feichen, with a dull look on her face. Lian Sanyue slightly tilted her head and signaled the two strong men beside her with her eyes.
Two strong men immediately pushed the crowd aside, one lifted Zhao Feichen's body, the other lifted his thighs, and walked towards the room at the edge of the ring. Blood dripped into a line.
Watching his men escort Zhao Feichen into the room, Lian Sanyue retracted his gaze and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, who was walking towards him with a golden mask and a sword in hand, and said with a smile: "You now need a quiet room to eliminate the negative effects of the props."
Zhang Yuanqing stood with his sword in hand and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your help!"
Lian Sanyue was right. He would now face the cost of items such as the Military Soul Mask, Cursed Puppet, and Waist Cutting Blade, and he would also need to soothe the negative emotions of Blood Rose's mental power. He would not start refining the equipment until the cost of the items was over.
To give a simple example, the price of the military spirit mask is moodiness and changeable temperament. If you suddenly become pessimistic when refining a weapon, thinking that life is short and it is better to go home, then you jump into the furnace and refine yourself...
Or, while refining, one may become overjoyed and get carried away, refining all the top-quality props, such as red dancing shoes, yin-yang robes, perfect human skin, and little red riding hood, at once. In short, now is not a good time to start refining.
Lian Sanyue twisted her waist and led the way, leading him into the room next to the Hundred Refinements Furnace. She leaned against the door frame, puffing out white smoke while smoking half a cigar.
"You chopped off Zhao Feichen's leg, but the Zhao family won't let it go. They don't dare to come to my Wanbao House to cause trouble. They will probably wait for you at the door. Think about how to get help." Zhang Yuanqing was getting more and more confused about this woman: "Are you from the Zhao family?"
Lian Sanyue giggled, her chest shaking with laughter: "What do you think?"
After saying that, he turned and left.
An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, who had cleared all the props, left the room and entered the room where the Hundred Refinements Furnace was displayed. The three-legged bronze furnace stood quietly, with raging flames engraved on the belly of the furnace, and the tall furnace body gave people an indescribable sense of heaviness.
This time, Lian Sanyue did not follow in, but just gave ten pieces of flint to Zhang Yuanqing.
She might be there to treat Zhao Feichen's injuries, or she might be outside to stop the Zhao family from coming to punish her.
Zhang Yuanqing spent 500,000 yuan and asked her to send a text message to inform Fu Qingyang, the content of which was: Yuanshi Tianzun is in trouble, please come to Huadu Wanbao House as soon as possible.
At this time, in front of the Hundred Refinements Furnace, Zhang Yuanqing laid out twelve props one by one, including the breeding sapling, hypnotic mobile phone, waist-cutting blade, cursed puppet, treasure-hunting cloak, alienated coat, etc. He then took out three trophies, the broken rattan clothes, the mask that looked like an evil spirit, and the scarlet long sword.
Then, he took out the lucky necklace and put it on his neck. Looking at the Hundred Refinements Furnace in front of him, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had an idea:
Lian Sanyue left me here alone, aren't you afraid that I would steal it?
Thinking of this, he stepped forward, put his palm against the bronze furnace, and opened the inventory... [Ding! The item cannot be added to the inventory. ]
A reminder sound from the spiritual realm came to my ears.
"It really won't work. No wonder Lian Sanyue is so confident. If you want to steal the Hundred Refinements Furnace, you have to carry it away, and this is impossible..."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't think about it any more. He followed the previous process, opened the furnace cover, threw in a prop and a flint, closed the furnace cover, put his palm against the furnace belly, and silently recited the type of prop he wanted. Propagating saplings.
[Note 2: 86%] Blood Sword. [Note 2: 88%]
Waist-cutting blade. [Note 2: 96%] Cursed puppet. [Note 2: 99%] Silverfish leather jacket
【Note 2: 100%】
Finally, after investing eight more items and consuming eight flints, the energy in the Hundred Refinements Furnace was finally full, and the entire furnace shook violently, with three legs sliding slightly on the ground. Powerful purple smoke spewed out from the pores on the furnace cover, just like a pressure cooker spewing steam.
This process lasted for more than ten seconds, and the Bailian Furnace calmed down. The purple smoke from the vents of Nana Bird was about to dissipate. When the purple smoke from the vents on the furnace cover stopped coming out, Zhang Yuanqing was excited and could not wait to jump onto the furnace and open the lid.
Inside the alchemy furnace, there was a purple-gold hammer. Its shape was exactly the same as the Leiguweng gold hammer, but it was only half a meter long, and the purple-gold hammer body was like a small pumpkin. The hammer handle was made of black iron, engraved with blood-colored spells, and the hammer head was a three-edged spike.
Zhang Yuanqing held the hammer handle and tried to lift it, but was shocked to find that he couldn't lift it at all. With my hairpin strength, I can lift a car. How can this hammer be so heavy when it's only 50 cm long? Helplessly, he could only keep holding the hammer handle and read the item information.
[Name: Purple Gold Hammer for Drumming) 4987:
【Type: Weapon】
[Functions: Resonance, Armor Break, Bleeding, Binding, Refining]
[Introduction: A lucky man who is obsessed with gambling, spent 16 props and used the Hundred Refinement Furnace to forge a hammer. Resonance: When the frequency reaches the same, it can destroy all defenses in the world, including props; Armor Breaking: The three-edged spike on the hammer tip has the effect of armor breaking, with bleeding. Binding: After binding the owner, the prop cannot be used by others until the original owner dies. This is the rule. Within ten kilometers, the owner can summon it at will. Hundred Refinement: The Hundred Refinement Furnace gives it the characteristic of being upgradeable. If suitable materials are found, it can be smelted for the second time. ]
[Note 1: The item can be bound after being placed in the inventory.] 8\/2\/z\/w\./c\/o\/
[Note 2: If you are a two-meter-tall strong man, I can let you use it for ten minutes. If not, I can only let you use it for five minutes.] [Note 3: After recognizing the master, you can view the second and third forms.]
Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva, and with a trembling emotion, he put the 50-meter-long hammer into the inventory. The next second, the hammer reappeared in his palm. It was still extremely heavy, but it was as light as a feather in the hands of its owner. "Activate the second form!" Zhang Yuanqing whispered.
In an instant, the half-meter-long hammer "melted", and the liquid purple gold condensed into a pistol, which was shaped like an extended version of the Desert Eagle, and was made entirely of purple gold. It was 30 centimeters long, with a thick and long barrel, and the handle could accommodate Zhang Yuanqing's two hands.
This is not a pistol, it's a hand cannon! A domineering hand cannon.
Just by looking at its domineering appearance, you can imagine how powerful this pistol is. [Name: Thunderstorm Gun]
【Type: Pistol】
[Function: Thunderstorm bomb, binding, hundred refinements]
[Introduction: A lucky man who is obsessed with gambling, spent 16 items and forged a hammer through the Hundred Refinement Furnace. Thunderstorm bomb: This item can fire ball lightning with an effective range of 30 meters. It can accumulate one thunderstorm bomb every three days, and a maximum of three can be accumulated. Binding: After binding the owner, the item cannot be used by others until the original owner dies. This is the rule. Within ten kilometers, the owner can summon it at will. Hundred Refinement: The Hundred Refinement Furnace gives it the ability to be upgraded. If suitable materials are found, it can be smelted a second time. ]
[Note 1: Even insight cannot make it more accurate.] [Note 2: The pain of a lightning strike is unbearable for ordinary people.]
[Note 3: The greater the power, the greater the recoil, so be careful with your hands.] "Activate the third form." Zhang Yuanqing whispered with heavy breathing.
The hand cannon immediately melted into liquid purple gold, and quickly spread out, turning into a purple gold round shield one meter long and sixty centimeters wide. [Name: Purple Gold Shield]
[Type: Armor] [Function: Defense, Energy Storage, Rebound, Binding, Refining] 8\./2\./Novel\./No\./Wrong\./First\./Publish~~
[Introduction: A lucky man who was obsessed with gambling spent 16 items to forge a hammer through the Hundred Refinements Furnace. Defense: It has excellent defense, but can only resist physical attacks from the front. Energy storage: When encountering physical attacks, the shield will absorb some energy. When the shield emits purple light, it means that the energy storage is completed. Activate the energy and it can resist any level of physical and energy attacks. This is the rule. Rebound: For all physical attacks, the shield will rebound 10% of the attack. Binding: After binding the owner, the item can no longer be used by others until the original owner dies. This is the rule. Within ten kilometers, the owner can summon it at will. Hundred Refinements: The Hundred Refinements Furnace gives it the characteristic of being upgradeable. If suitable materials are found, it can be smelted a second time. ]
[Note: When you have strong defense, you lose the desire to attack.]
Zhang Yuanqing held the shield and murmured, "I am invincible. Fu Qingyang, the female marshal, the old man, the demigod, are all rubbish..."
After he put away his props, the audience below the stage started to talk loudly. Everyone looked at the young star official on the stage with astonishment. A level 5 swordsman was easily killed, and the one who killed him was a level 4 star official.
Even though Night Wanderer is a top class, there are still only a few who can fight a Level 5 Swordsman at Level 4. Those who can do this must be the chosen ones of heaven. "This guy can't be Zhao Chenghuang."
"Hiss, if it's him, it makes sense. Maybe he can take over the position of Fengdu Ghost King and become the leader of the Saint Realm of Taiyi Sect." "Did you notice that his moves are linked together, and his props restrain the swordsman one by one, as if he had practiced it in advance."
"Well, having too many props is not scary, but using each prop just right to restrain the enemy is the scariest thing."
Amid the noisy discussions, Zhao Feichen stared at the ring, his face livid, the blood vessels on his forehead bulging, showing extreme anger and unwillingness. His hands tightly clasped the slender arm of his female companion, the young girl was sweating profusely from the pain, her face turned pale, and she dared not make a sound while enduring the pain of the fractured bone.
As the canary kept by the young master, she knew that if she didn't endure the pain now, she would be beaten. "Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Zhao Feichen gritted his teeth, his expression almost ferocious.
This bodyguard of his was a trusted confidant of his grandfather. In ancient times, he would have been a death warrior. "It is not easy to train a level 5 swordsman. In addition to his own talent, he also needs to invest a huge amount of resources. Now he is lost here. Not to mention the punishment from his grandfather, I am afraid that in the future, he will not be able to get a bodyguard of the same level. With such a big loss, he still couldn't get the furnace back. How could Zhao Feichen not hate it?
My father should have received my message. At this moment, all the people outside the Wanbao House are from the Zhao family. For the sake of my aunt, they cannot make trouble in the Wanbao House. When he finishes refining the props and leaves the Wanbao House, Zhao Feichen took a deep breath, let go of his female companion's hand, and smiled coldly: "Excellent, excellent, your Excellency has a good method. The mountains and rivers will not change forever. Let's wait and see."
After saying that, he embraced his beautiful female companion and turned away. "Wait!"
Just after taking two steps, the cold voice of the star official came from behind.
Zhao Feichen turned around with a grim look, staring at the young man on the stage, already extremely displeased: "What else?"
Under the gaze of more than a hundred spectators, Zhang Yuanqing said slowly:
"According to the bet, the flint will be mine, and your legs will also be mine.
There was a low uproar in the crowd. This guy actually wanted Zhao Feichen's legs?
Who among the native spiritual realm practitioners in Huadu doesn't know that Zhao Feichen is the most beloved grandson of the Zhao family master? Let alone his two legs, even if two hairs are touched, the Zhao family master will skin and pull out the tendons of that person. Zhao Feichen narrowed his eyes, "Brother, that was just a joke. You have already won the game, and the flint is yours. What else are you dissatisfied with? When you are in the arena, don't do things to the extreme." Zhang Yuanqing smiled, "Don't do things to the extreme. Who said that you have me in your hands? Who said I have no choice? Who did things to the extreme? When you were in power, you chased and beat people hard, leaving no way for them to survive. Now that you are at a disadvantage, you advise others not to do things to the extreme? "It seems that the whole world is right in your Zhao family. You are allowed to bully others, but others are not allowed to bully you."
Isn't it? Zhao Feichen twitched his eyes and said threateningly:
"Brother, I have to warn you, if you dare to touch a hair of mine today, you will never leave Huadu. You have just refined a top-grade item, and you want to destroy the Zhao family together with me. Think about it yourself, is it worth it?" Someone in the crowd said:
"Brother, forget it. You can't beat the Zhao family. Just refine the tools and leave." 8\./2\./Novel\./No\./Wrong\./First\./Publish~~"
"That's right. If it's too late, we might not be able to get out of the House of Treasures. There's no need." Those who said these words were all native lawful professions.
The evil professional wrapped in a robe standing outside the crowd said sinisterly: "People are shitting on your head, and you still have to endure it? If it were me, I would take the young master of the Zhao family with me even if I die."
"That's right. This Zhao Feichen is arrogant and domineering on a daily basis. He even dares to beat up official practitioners. Such a person should either not be offended or killed." The evil professions are afraid of chaos in the world, but after hearing these words, the lawful professions around them fell silent.
Zhao Feichen was a domineering and arrogant boy. He relied on his family's power to act recklessly in Huadu. Many people had suffered from him. Even those who had not suffered from him had heard of his reputation. If there was a chance to see Zhao Feichen's legs chopped off, it would be a pleasure.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at Lian Sanyue and said loudly:
"Madam Boss, you are a witness to the bet. Let me ask you a question now. Does it still count?"
If you dare to protect my nephew, I will naturally swallow my anger as you are the master, but I will be promoted to the master in the future and settle accounts sooner or later. Everyone looked outside the field.
Zhao Feichen said loudly, "Aunt, this kid doesn't know what's good for him. Please suppress him."
Lian Sanyue stood outside the court, one arm folded across his chest, the other holding a cigar, with a nonchalant attitude: "Whatever the bet is, that's it!"
This was exactly what Zhang Yuanqing wanted to hear. His body turned into a dreamy ray of starlight, dissipated in the arena, and then appeared in front of Zhao Feichen.
"You bastard, are you really going to die?"
Being forced into this situation in public, Zhao Feichen was already boiling with anger. From childhood to adulthood, when had he ever been so embarrassed?
From childhood to adulthood, official deacons, powerful independent cultivators, and leaders of folk organizations, as long as they were in Huadu, everyone would be polite to him and would not offend him if possible. But this star official was like a fool, and he would not let anyone off just because he was a little right. Did he really think that being right would get him everywhere?
"Do you really want to take action?" Zhao Feichen was furious: "Do you know what the consequences are of offending the Zhao family in Huadu? Break my legs. Even if you are an official deacon, you will not survive, you fool." As an official middle-level cadre, the deacon has great power and is backed by the Five Elements Alliance. In theory, he is stronger than the direct descendants of the Lingjing family.
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