Chapter 137 Still Eating [Second Update]

Chapter 137 Still eating

Practitioners, their own fighting skills are also good. Practitioners who often walk outside will always carry some weapons and cultivate them into magical weapons for self-defense. Yan Luomen's Zeng Yishu is no exception, his favorite magic weapon is the ghost head knife with nine steel rings on the back.

This is a fourth-grade magic weapon, which is already a rare magic weapon. Because this ghost head knife has one thing, that is, it can suck the flesh and blood of the opponent when it cuts into the human body, until it sucks the opponent into a terrible mummy.

With this Ghost Head Saber, Zeng Yishu was able to practice so quickly. He started later than Zhou De, but he was one level higher than Zhou De.

Now, Qin Chao made him very angry, and the resentment in his heart continued to burn. So he pulled out the ghost knife, hoping to suck up Qin Chao's flesh and blood, and end his resentment.

"Hey, if you can die under my ghost knife, it's considered that your life was not in vain!"

This Zeng Yishu smiled sinisterly, brandishing the ghost knife in his hand, the blade whizzed in the air, and the nine iron rings on the back of the knife also rattled.

"It's just playing with you, I really think of myself as a character." Qin Chao curled his lips and couldn't help saying.

"Wow!" Qin Chao was so angry that he couldn't understand Zeng Yishu, and felt his throat was sweet, as if he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. Relying on his blood, he immediately rushed forward angrily. At the same time, the Ghost Head Saber in his hand slashed viciously at Qin Chao's neck.

"Dang!" There was a clear sound. Qin Chao sat there with a smile on his face, motionless, letting the opponent's ghost knife fall on his neck.

But Zeng Yishu was startled, he felt as if his knife had been cut on an iron plate, the blade was trembling constantly, and the tiger's mouth felt a tearing pain, and he almost dropped the ghost knife.

"Damn it, hell!" This guy actually yelled such a sentence, retracted the ghost knife, and the muscles on his arm swelled twice, and it looked like the flesh and blood were about to burst, looking very scary.

With a loud roar, he used all the strength in his body to slash at Qin Chao's neck again, slashing fiercely.

"Huh!" The wind rang, as if the air had been torn apart by Zeng Yishu's knife.

"Dang!" There was still a crisp sound, Zeng Yishu's hands numb, and the Ghost Head Saber was released from his hands, flew into the air with a whirring sound, and stabbed the knife into the ceiling above his head.

And he himself was shaken back a few steps, his hands were shaking, and he didn't listen to him for a long time.

"Could it be, could it be that you have practiced the golden bell shield iron shirt!" Na Zeng Yishu asked again as a matter of course, with a little panic in his voice.

"Actually..." Qin Chao looked at this Zeng Yishu pitifully, and suddenly said mysteriously, "Actually, I am... Little Calabash King Kong!"

"Damn it!" Zeng Yishu listened very seriously just now, he really thought this guy was a master of both internal and external kung fu. Unexpectedly, at the end of the hearing, he was still kidding himself.

"Huangkou kid, I'm going to tear you apart!" Na Zeng Yishu yelled strangely, took two steps forward, and the ground shook loudly. He stretched out his hands and rested them on Qin Chao's shoulders, his face was ferocious, the muscles on his arms swelled, and the blood vessels twisted like earthworms.

"Ha!" Zeng Yishu's face turned red, and he used all his strength to grab Qin Chao's arms, trying to tear this guy in half.

Qin Chao sat there, still humming a little song.

"I want you to stay with me, watching the turtle swim in the water. Sit gently on the beach, bursting with chrysanthemums... Don't be afraid, you won't leak, I will gently take you to enjoy , I promise to be gentle..."

Zeng Yishu's nose was about to twist from anger, and the muscles in his hands creaked, but Qin Chao sat there relaxedly, no matter how much strength he had, he just remained motionless.

He felt like he was pulling a hard rock, let alone tearing it apart, he couldn't even pinch it!

"Hey, muscular man, have you touched enough?" Qin Chao suddenly grinned, "If you only have this strength, I won't have the patience to play with you."

Qin Chao was very happy in his heart, this Diamond Sutra is amazing. In the past, even a demon in the Qi refining stage would definitely have a fierce fight with this guy.

But after practicing the Diamond Sutra, it was like turning on a cheating device and adjusting invincibility. No matter how the opponent attacks, he can't help himself.

It seems that if you encounter that vampire again, you don't have to worry anymore. Although the speed of the vampire is as fast as a ghost, as long as he stands here, waits for the moment when the opponent shows up to attack him, defends and counterattacks, and kills the enemy with one blow.

Thinking of these, Qin Chao decided to let Zeng Yishu do whatever he wanted.

"Wow!" Ever since Zeng Yishu made his debut, had he ever suffered such a great humiliation? He stopped tearing at Qin Chao, and simply lifted him up into the air with all his strength, put him on top of his head, turned around a few times, and was about to smash him to the ground.

But Qin Chao stretched out his hand and grabbed his head.

With his arms straight, he insisted on supporting himself, so that Zeng Yishu couldn't drop himself to the ground.

And Zeng Yishu was almost overwhelmed by his own strength, and was shocked in his heart.

"Bang!" Qin Chao rolled over and kicked Zeng Yishu in the chest.

"Push, push, push!" Zeng Yishu took four or five steps back, and finally bumped into the shelf behind him. Some of the vases on the shelf fell off and bloomed on him.

"You broke all of these!" Qin Chao fell to the ground, saw this scene, and said hastily, "You have to remember to pay for it!"

"Compensate you Mahler Gobi!" Zeng Yi went mad with bookishness, and suddenly opened his mouth, spewing out a stream of black and smelly blood. Qin Chao's kick just now was not light. In addition, I have been possessed by ghosts for so long, and ghosts have also received a lot of damage.

He immediately took out a small black porcelain bottle from his trouser pocket, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After swallowing a pill, his pale and shameless face immediately turned a little more bloody.

Qin Chao's eyes lit up. What he ate, his injuries seemed to heal a lot... Could it be that this is the legendary red potion, a necessary medicine for leveling up and killing monsters?

Of course, it's just a metaphor. Qin Chao knew in his heart that this should be the medicine refined by the cultivation world to restore vitality.

Cultivation, what one cultivates is the vitality in the human body. Fighting in the realm of comprehension also relies on the vitality in the human body. If the vitality is seriously injured, it will take a long time to recover by self-cultivation alone.

Relying on food to supplement is a bit too much trouble. Therefore, there is this convenient medicine. As long as a small pill, a lot of vitality can be replenished immediately.

The people of Yan Luomen practice ghosts, which themselves hurt their vitality. So they have their own unique pill formula, which can be refined to supplement their lost vitality.

Qin Chao saw Zeng Yishu put the small bottle back into his trouser pocket, and immediately moved his mind. It seems a bit wasteful to give such a good thing to this person who is neither human nor ghost.

Adhering to the great traditional virtues of the motherland, I have to take this thing back, right?

Qin Chao chuckled twice, making Zeng Yishu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, tremble with fear.

"Who are you?" Zeng Yishu couldn't help asking, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Me? I'm just an ordinary bodyguard." After speaking, Qin Chao looked at the eldest young master of the Zhong family who was already looking silly beside him with a half-smile.

"Master Zhong, do you think so?"

"Kill him!" Zhong Liangguo immediately understood that this guy would definitely become a serious problem for him in the future. He completely wanted to kill, and shouted at Zeng Yishu, "Kill him, and I'll give you another million!"

"What a big deal!" Qin Chao was also taken aback, "So much money! Otherwise, I'll beat myself half to death, how about you give me half a million?"

"Jie Jie..." Zeng Yishu sneered, "No matter who you are, you are dead..."

After speaking, he took out another blue flame and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Damn, still eat?" Qin Chao was shocked, only to see that Zeng Yishu wailed, and the muscles on his body swelled again, two or three times thicker than ordinary people.

At the same time, his height has grown a lot, and he is close to three meters in an instant. If he raises his hand, he can probably touch the ceiling.

His pair of long trousers had also turned into shorts now, Qin Chao stared at Zeng Yishu's two long legs, thinking evilly. The whole body is growing, and I don't know if the growth will follow.

But don't be so big, but in the end he is impotent... That would be a bit tragic.

"Jie Jie!" Zeng Yishu's eyes were red, and he laughed strangely. Like a little giant, he stretched out a pair of giant hands, and grabbed Qin Chao.

The double ghost possessed the body, and the strength also increased geometrically. Zeng Yishu felt that this time he would definitely be able to tear Qin Chao in half.

"Sister, brother!" Qin Chao didn't want to be the test subject, he took two or three steps back, avoiding Zeng Yishu's outstretched hands.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, and the Ghost Head Knife stuck in the ceiling immediately shook twice, "Canglang!", it popped out from the ceiling and fell into his hand.

"Give me back my knife!" Zeng Yishu yelled again and again, seeing Qin Chao take away his favorite knife, he was even more angry. As soon as he pulled his legs, he came chasing Qin Chao with a booming sound.

"Go!" Qin Chao threw the ghost knife up, and at the same time waved his left hand, pointing at Zeng Yishu who was running towards him.

Immediately, as if he had taken a stimulant, the ghost knife flew out with a whoosh, and immediately plunged into Zeng Yishu's arm.

"Ah!" Even if possessed by a ghost, the feeling of being stabbed by a ghost knife is quite unpleasant.

The flesh and blood in the body was stirred up, and the Ghost Head Knife devoured itself like a greedy tiger.

Zeng Yishu was sweating profusely, his soul trembling in pain. He reacted fairly quickly, frowning, stretched out his other hand, forcibly tore off the arm in his chest, and threw it to the ground.

When the arm fell to the ground, it had become extremely dry, like a broken branch.

Zeng Yishu wailed, forcibly controlling the blood in his body so as not to flow out from the severed arm. At the same time, he took out his small black porcelain bottle, ready to take another pill.

"Sorry, I want this thing."