Chapter 65 Physical Examination (Please collect)
"court death!"
The cultivator in the late Qi training stage had a cold expression, and he formed his finger into a sword. The flying sword turned into a stream of light and was about to kill Fang Xing.
His flying sword was a first-class magic weapon. With the help of his late Qi training, it was powerful enough to cut gold and jade! But he was fast, and Fang Xing was even faster!
Roar! With a thought, the "dragon state of mind" came, catching the late Qi training cultivator off guard. The flying sword trembled in mid-air, as if the control was out of control.
And in this short moment, Fang Xing took a step forward and came in front of this cultivator in the late Qi training stage!
The advantage of physical training lies in its fast burst speed and high endurance!
Blue Star warriors are similar to physical cultivators!
To gain the advantage, you must fight quickly in close combat!
Fang Xing was not going to fight with this cultivator in the late Qi training stage. Although he was confident that he could not be killed by a few hits from the flying sword, it would be ugly to see him bleed profusely.
Physical cultivators will not rely on their own physical strength, but will choose a more energy-saving way to defeat the enemy.
He swung his fist, landing on a ball of red light.
This late-stage Qi training monk had rich experience in fighting enemies. He activated the defensive light shield on his robe at the same time as he activated his flying sword.
He was wearing a top-grade robe - the Red Cloud Taoist robe. The protective spell he activated was called 'Fire Cloud Cover', a first-class top-grade spell. It not only provided excellent defense, but also could generate scorching flames to burn the enemy.
But at this time, a layer of silver-white gloves automatically covered Fang Xing's fist, and outside the gloves there was a layer of golden bell defense, which smashed heavily on the light shield.
After achieving the unpolished jade, he could already use his innate true energy to activate the 'Golden Bell Cover Talisman'! With just the first punch, the red light cover fluctuated.
"not good!"
At this moment, the late Qi training cultivator came back to his senses and looked at Fang Xing with fear in his eyes: "Impossible..."
Unfortunately, it was too late! On Fang Xing's fist, a stream of innate true qi condensed and suddenly turned into another huge fist mark! Boom! With his fists overlapping, the Fire Cloud Cover instantly shattered, and countless sparks that were enough to melt gold and iron flew and fell to the ground, burning deep holes.
Fang Xing's whole body was engulfed in flames but he was safe and sound, like a god in fire. He raised his hand slightly and hit the flying sword in the blink of an eye. He avoided the sword blade and flicked his finger lightly on the sword.
Swoosh! The flying sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and sank into the opposite wall.
"How can there be such a warrior in the world?"
The cultivator in the late Qi training stage glared with anger, and then was hit in the abdomen by Fang Xing's punch. He fell to the ground and curled up like a shrimp.
"Let me see your rental contract. If it's there, I'll look for the next one... If not..."
Fang Xing had a stern look on his face. He grabbed the flying sword from the wall with his right hand and grasped the hilt.
The flying sword made a humming sound, like a poisonous snake being pinched by its vital points, unable to move at all.
He stretched out his left hand, grabbed the monk's neck, lifted him up, and shook him gently.
The magic weapons and talismans on this monk's body...fell from his body like rain.
"Please spare my life, sir..."
The face of the late Qi training cultivator turned red, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "I don't have a spiritual contract, and I occupied this house later..."
"I knew it..."
Fang Xing exerted a little force, and there seemed to be a dragon's roar in the void, and the cultivator in the late Qi training stage fainted immediately.
The battle broke out extremely quickly and was over in the blink of an eye. There were some faint noises all around, but they quickly disappeared.
'interesting!'
Feeling the energy, Fang Xing curled up his lips into a smile.
The spiritual land in this market seemed to be divided up by the monks and monsters, each with its own "territory"! Hunting and being hunted happened at any time, and everything followed the natural elimination rule of the survival of the fittest.
Just now, his neighbors felt that the "lord" of this territory was challenged, but when it was over, they all fell silent and tacitly agreed that Fang Xing occupied this place.
"Humans are also part of nature... But I was studying on the Eagle Star before, and now I can play Battle Royale here, it's really exciting!"
…
The mansion of the top-grade cave is not small. Not only are there many houses, but there are also gardens, herb gardens, alchemy rooms, animal pens, basements, etc.
Moreover, the spiritual energy here is much richer than that of other caves.
Fang Xing only stood there for a while, and he felt his blood and qi become extremely active. The speed of converting internal energy was nearly twice as fast as that in the temporary camp! 'What a great place! The concentration of spiritual energy alone is equivalent to eating half a bowl of spiritual rice every day...'
He sighed silently and went to the basement.
This basement was converted into a prison cage, temporarily holding an unconscious late-stage Qi training cultivator.
Fang Xing silently picked up a flying sword.
This is the most valuable trophy of this battle, a first-grade top-quality flying sword. After all, the robe had been damaged in the battle... The sword is about one foot long, which is about 33 centimeters. The sword body is bronze with ancient cloud patterns and double-edged. There is also a sword inscription on the hilt, which is the word "Qingque".
"Qingque Sword... Unfortunately, I don't have any mana, so I can't fly it... I can only use it as a dagger..."
He complained, then grabbed the hand of the late Qi training cultivator, pierced his finger, took a drop of blood, and put it into a white suitcase at hand.
This is a 'home portable medical kit' purchased on the black market.
The medical kit took in the blood and began to work rapidly.
In less than ten minutes, a detailed physical examination report was sent to Fang Xing.
"As expected of a cultivator, he looks old, but his body functions are still good... He can live for more than a hundred years? Could it be related to his cultivation in the late stage of Qi training?"
"but……"
Fang Xing saw the end, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face: "There is no abnormal body structure... It seems that the so-called 'spiritual roots' are not flesh and blood tissues, and cannot be transplanted..."
Naturally, he still had some fantasies about cultivating immortals.
But this time, the physical examination of the living cultivator ruthlessly shattered this delusion.
"But this portable medical kit can only treat minor illnesses, and the examination may not be detailed enough..."
Fang Xing fell into deep thought: "It would be best to send this precious living body to the top medical laboratory of the Blue Star Federation... But obviously, I will never do that."
He raised his hand and pointed, and a stream of innate true energy as sharp as a sword pierced directly into the cultivator's forehead.
The immortal cultivator snorted and woke up immediately.
The first time he saw Fang Xing, he subconsciously made hand gestures and chanted a spell.
"Don't count on it. I just fed you the 'Erosion Immortal Grass'. Although this 'Erosion Immortal Grass' can be used to refine elixirs that increase mana, it is poisonous and will make it difficult for cultivators to concentrate their mana. For a cultivator like you in the Qi training stage, it will take at least twelve hours to force out the poison from the 'Erosion Immortal Grass'!"
Fang Xing said coldly.
"I am sorry for being rude. What does this gentleman want? I will fully cooperate with him!"
The Qigong cultivator immediately looked at Fang Xing, a humble and flattering look appeared on his face, and he knelt down quickly.
The independent cultivators in the market town are all so realistic.
"Well, a real man is one who can bend and stretch... What's your name?"
"The villain 'Zhou Tong'."
"Do you know about the black market and the ghost market?"
…
Fang Xing asked for some random information, which matched what Yu Xia had asked before.
It’s a pity that this cultivator in the late Qi training stage didn’t know the detailed information about the secret realm, but he was very familiar with the black market.
"One last thing. Do you remember how many people you have killed?"
Fang Xing asked to the end without any expression on his face.
Zhou Tong's expression froze, and then turned into a ferocious one, obviously seeing Fang Xing's murderous intention: "I curse you..."
Swoosh! A stream of innate true qi fell, killing Zhou Tong instantly.
"You are not a good person, and I don't have the habit of leaving hidden dangers..."
Fang Xing shook his head. Judging from Zhou Tong’s collection, he knew that this person was no ordinary person and was most likely a Tribulation Cultivator.
Since you are a cultivator of catastrophe, you can die after making your contribution to the medical cause.
Ever since he learned that the Jindan Zhenren had left, Fang Xing had indeed become a lot bolder.
After all, with his current martial arts and equipment... he can almost sweep the market.
Even if you meet a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, at least you have a chance of escaping.
What's more... both Yu Xia and Zhou Tong revealed that the foundation-building cultivators in the market town were either dead or had run away with that Jindan Zhenren, which led to the current disorder in the market town.
…
A few days later.
Southeast of the city, an underground cave.
Fang Xing, wearing a black robe covering his face and carrying a large package, walked in.
Under the mask, he still had that ferocious look on his face.
Ever since he refined his skin, flesh, tendons and bones, he can now change into whatever he wants, tall or short, fat or thin, handsome or ugly.
"I've been to the ghost market before. The goods traded there are really too low-quality. They are mainly daily necessities..."
Thinking of this, he felt helpless.
After reaching the Unpolished Jade Stage, cultivation becomes even slower than that during the Muscle and Bone Stage. In order to search for suitable elixirs and sell the stolen goods, one still has to come here once.
This underground cave was originally formed naturally, and later seemed to have been modified by monks and now has many entrances.
In the largest cave, strange pearls are inlaid on the walls, emitting a soft and cool light.
On the ground, there were already groups of independent cultivators setting up stalls and trading.
Fang Xing walked around before stopping in front of the stall of an old man with a white beard.
The old man with white beard was very stout and looked strong despite his age. The monks passing by quickened their pace because he was a great master who had perfected Qi training.
In Qinglin Market, where there are no cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage nowadays, it is the top level.
What interested Fang Xing was that there was a small flag on top of this old stall, with the mark of the Fire Refining Workshop on it.
"It seems that the incident happened suddenly, and not all of these big merchants have left..."
He said to himself, and stepped forward and clasped his fists and bowed: "Old man... I wonder if this place can accept monster materials, second-hand magic tools, and spiritual herbs?"
The old man looked up at Fang Xing, nodded, and said sparingly: "Receive it!"
"good!"
Fang Xing nodded, opened the package, took out the items one by one and placed them in front of the old man.
When the old man saw the boxing gloves and the Qingque sword, his expression became more serious. He looked at Fang Xing in surprise and picked up a wolf skin. "First-grade, mid-quality, skin of the Qingfeng Wolf. Estimated value: twenty low-grade spirit stones..."
Fang Xing frowned: "This price is a bit low..."
"If nothing had happened in the market before, the price would naturally be higher. Now it's only this price."
The old man shook his head and answered with extraordinary firmness.
(End of this chapter)
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