With a cold shout, Jing Sichu's body rushed out like an arrow, her palms bent slightly, and the fierce wind was under her head.

The figure brought out three afterimages, and the iron scorpion tiger swayed its tail and stabbed it into the air.

roar!

The Iron Scorpion Tiger screamed, and a large piece of fur with flesh was torn off, which was visible to the bones.

At the same time, Zhou Xueer drew a beautiful arc in her hand and tied it several times on one of the hind legs of the Iron Scorpion Tiger. The fine sword light followed closely and attacked like a tide. There was also a red spear, as if lightning was coming. A red light flashed and three gun holes were pierced. The Iron Scorpion Tiger had three additional gun hole wounds on its body.

After struggling unwillingly for several times, the Iron Scorpion Tiger softened and fell to the ground with a bang.

"So strong... so strong martial arts, so strong spiritual weapon!"

Jing Shifang looked at the dead iron scorpion tiger and couldn't help but take a breath. This was a low-level monster, but he killed it without paying any price with the four people.

Among them, in addition to Jing Sichu's good command and excellent combination of formations between advance and retreat, each of them has powerful in-class martial arts and low-level spiritual weapons, which is the more important reason.

Luo Ning cut off the scorpion tail of the Iron Scorpion Tiger with one sword. This is the most valuable material on the Iron Scorpion Tiger and can become the raw material for making low-level spiritual weapons.

With their wealth and wealth, they still look down on a scorpion tail, but the meaning of getting it from the iron scorpion tiger that they killed by themselves is different. It is worth bragging about returning to Wanluo Academy.

After the Iron Scorpion Tiger died, the chaotic convoy quieted again, with five servants and three guards in trouble, and were bitten to death when the Iron Scorpion Tiger rushed out.

"Who brought the Iron Scorpion Tiger?"

Jing Sichu took off the boxing gloves, and a few drops of blood were stained on his gorgeous clothes, and asked lightly.

The second butler pointed at Jing Shifang and said, "Second Young Master, it's him!"

"It turns out that he has the fifth level of body refining cultivation. No wonder he can run out of the iron scorpion tiger's hand. However, when he saw the monster, he didn't pull it away in the opposite direction, and dared to return to the convoy. Do you know your mistake?"

Jing Shifang lowered his head and said, "The villain knows his mistake."

"If you have any mistakes, you have to be punished. The rules of the Jing family cannot be messed up."

Jing Sichu waved his hand, and the strong wind stormed. A palm print appeared on Jing Shifang's chest, and his body flew backwards.

"After all, I'm going to come back in time to report the news. I'll reward him with ten thousand yuan in a waste of money."

Before leaving, the man in Angzang's black robe threw ten gold coins on the ground. The 10,000 gold coins sounded like a big number, and there was not much money converted into gold coins.

Of course, this is for those big men. A servant can't afford to save a few gold coins even after working hard for ten years.

Jing Shifang spit out a mouthful of blood, picked up the golden and deserted money, and got up with difficulty. The bones all over his body seemed to be slapped away by this palm.

That palm was clearly the Tiangang Locking Cloud Hand. He didn't dare to stop it. He saw the gap between himself and the genius young master of the Jing family for the first time. If Jing Sichu was willing, he could kill him in one move.

"Boy, you've made a lot of money this time, and you can get so much money with just one palm!"

Uncle Ma came up to support him, his eyes showing envy.

Jing Shifang laughed dryly, causing a severe pain in his chest and sweating profusely.

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"Although Dacheng and Xiaocheng are only one level apart, they are very different. The Tiangang Lock Cloud Hand can actually exert such power in Jing Sichu's hand. However, this is also related to his high cultivation level. He has great power in every move, and his punch and kick are more than three thousand kilograms."

Jing Shifang's chest was covered with black green, and he wiped it back and forth with medicinal wine. The severe pain and a hint of coolness made his expression complicated.

"This injury will probably take one or two months to improve, and it is not easy to deal with."

Qi and blood are stagnant, and it is particularly difficult for the true energy to run to this point, just like a few big rocks thrown into a stream.

"Fortunately, it's not that there is no gain. I'm also a master of Yanyun Sanzong. As long as you practice more, you will definitely be able to master it better. In the future, if you meet an opponent who is stronger than you, you can escape even if you can't beat it, and you will have more guarantees in your life."

Sitting cross-legged, Jing Shifang used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna, and it was twice as long as it was before. There was no way, so he could only slowly resolve the blood stasis in the chest with water grinding skills.

When he entered the practice, he immediately had no distractions and integrated into the essence of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna.

The more you practice, the more you can feel the profoundness of this technique. Once he wanted to try to practice the second level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna, his true energy was immediately disordered and he collided in his body. Fortunately, he stopped in time. The mystery of the first level alone was enough for him to continue to understand it for a long time.

In the Niwan Palace, a trace of light gradually lit up, and a giant elephant was moving slowly.

Every time Jing Shifang practices the first level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna, such a giant elephant will appear in his mind, and it will become clearer and clearer.

The giant elephant shook its long nose and made a roar like thunder. With Jing Shifang as the center, an invisible airflow appeared in the house, pushing nearby objects away and falling all over the floor.

Puff! Jing Shifang spit out a mouthful of blood, which contained a few small pieces of blood stasis, and his whole body was relaxed.

The giant elephant roared in the sea of ​​consciousness, roaring all the blood in his body, and unblocking the qi and blood. It was an incredible miracle.

I stood up and stretched my hands and feet a few times, and it was true that it was gone, and even the pain subsided a lot.

Jing Shifang was surprised and happy. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique also had such a miraculous effect, which could accelerate the recovery of internal injuries in the body. The injury that could recover at least one month would be able to recover within three days.

It seems that this martial art from Kashyapa Tantra will bring him more surprises in the future.

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When he got up early in the morning, the servants outside were already working. Jing Shifang washed up and opened the door to go out.

Because he had taken off the granary to take care of the granary, to outsiders, he was very leisurely every day, and his eyes looked at him behind his back were a little strange.

"San Sister-in-law, your sixth son brought back five-foot green silk yesterday. You can make two more new clothes for your family during the New Year."

"This child knows to send it to his home if he has good things. I have said that he has been several times but he just doesn't listen!"

"Liuzi is a promising person. He will be a steward in the future when he is with the second young master. Unlike some people who stay in the house all day."

The voices of two middle-aged women came from his ears, both of whom were servants living next door to Jing Shifang. One of them, the fat aunt, Xiao Liuzi, was the one who was Jing Sichu's personal martial arts boy.

Jing Shifang smiled silently. He didn't care about the opinions of these women. No matter how they laughed at them, the eyes of both were no longer on the same level.

How can the sparrow know the ambition of a swan? His sight has long been turned to Wanluo Academy, which has walked out of countless powerful people, and wants to make himself one of them.
Chapter completed!