Chapter 127 Demon Pill, Lingfeng Finger Completed

"Master Shen?"

Shen Qing was suddenly a little uncomfortable being called "Master".

After a killing spree, he was sweating profusely, and his hair was stuck to his scalp.

His breathing became a little rapid, and his face showed a bit of fatigue.

However, his posture was as tall as a mountain.

After just killing the tiger monster, he had an inexplicable aura of oppression on his body, which even Shen Qing himself did not notice.

He did not pay too much attention to the change in the way Lian Bing and the others addressed him, and turned his head gently to focus on the tiger monster.

Born as a hunter, he knew that a tiger was full of treasures.

In particular, tiger skin, tiger bones and tiger whip were the most valuable.

Not to mention a tiger monster.

The flesh and blood of the intelligent beast contained powerful essence, and these valuable places would only be more valuable.

Shen Qing looked around and quickly found a knife on the ground.

In front of Senior Brother and Lian Bing, he skillfully cut open the belly of the tiger demon, and then reached into the tiger's belly and rummaged around for a while.

After a while, Shen Qing touched a round hard object in his hand, and said in surprise: "It's true."

He reached out and took out a blood bead.

The blood bead was filled with a red halo and was slightly hot.

During the fight just now, Shen Qing found that when the tiger demon used the blood shield, bursts of red light appeared in its abdomen, which was very surprising.

Shen Qing guessed that this should be the "demon pill" that the tiger demon refined after becoming a demon, which is a tiger treasure.

The luck is really good.

"I don't know how to refine and use this demon pill. I'll go back and ask the hall master uncle and others or check the information."

Shen Qing put the demon pill close to his body, and his heart was moved, so he called out the ink panel.

A drop of ink dripped from his sight and slowly gathered into lines of text.

[Skill: Lingfeng Finger (Great)]

[Progress: 401/400 points]

[Status: Upgradable]

‘Is the progress full? ’

‘I didn’t expect that in the process of fighting the tiger monster, I had already maxed out the progress of Lingfeng Finger. If that’s the case, then…’

‘Upgrade! ’

The status on the ink panel suddenly refreshed.

[Skill: Lingfeng Finger (Perfect)]

[Progress: 1/500 points]

[Status: Unable to Upgrade]

[Note: The disciple is better than the master. After continuous practice, you have practiced this martial art to perfection. Continue to practice and master the Lingfeng power to break the limit of this martial art. ]

Shen Qing was shocked, and bursts of tearing pain came from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fortunately, he had long been accustomed to this feeling. He calmed his mind, suppressed the pain, and felt all kinds of changes.

In a moment, the memory of practicing Lingfeng Finger kept emerging in his mind.

He practiced the martial art of Lingfeng Finger thousands of times.

Until the last moment, he completely understood and mastered the essence of Lingfeng Finger taught by Li Linfeng.

A familiar feeling came from his fingers.

The dull feeling in his mind was swept away.

Shen Qing was in a good mood.

‘Actual combat is the best practice, this is absolutely true. ’

“Master Shen, should we notify others?”

Lian Bing behind him was very humble, completely different from before.

After working in the Weiwu Division for a long time, Lian Bing knew it without anyone telling him.

Shen Qing, who killed the tiger monster, will definitely be ranked among the many figures in Taiping County in the future. Even the county magistrate will be polite when he sees him. He is no longer someone that a small constable can afford to offend.

Shen Qing said without comment: "You can do it yourself."

Lian Bing hesitated for a few seconds, but still took out the fireworks he brought with him, raised them above his head, and pulled off the bottom rope. A puff of green smoke rushed out of the earth-colored roller in his hand and went straight into the sky.

...

In an unknown village in Shicheng Mountain, Wang Yanjun, the head of the Weiwu Division, slapped a ghost with a palm and had a bit of impatience on his face.

"Hurry up, don't delay the master's important matter!"

Behind her, several middle-aged men dressed as martial artists, and after they worked together to punch a ghost to death, they said: "Don't worry, it won't be delayed."

Bang!

Another ghost was killed.

Wang Yanjun was a little impatient because of these ghosts.

Just when she was about to slap a ghost to death, the ghosts still wandering around suddenly stopped their actions and looked towards a certain place in the forest.

Then, the faces of these minions flashed with ecstasy.

In the surprised eyes of Wang Yanjun and others, they scattered and disappeared completely, so that they were a little puzzled.

"Wang Bantou, should we continue to chase?" A burly martial artist with iron rings wrapped around his arms grinned.

Wang Yanjun said without hesitation: "Let's go up the mountain first and deal with the tiger monster first."

"Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone heard a "boom" explosion from another direction.

Without any hesitation, Wang Yanjun jumped up and hurriedly ran towards the location where the fireworks appeared in the forest just now.

After a month or two of encirclement and suppression, the large and small forces in Taiping County that were not obedient and close to the county government were weakened by the county magistrate through the tiger monster.

Even the four major bosses had more or less bleed.

Basically, they couldn't make much money.

Next, as long as they killed the tiger monster on behalf of the county government, the prestige of the county magistrate would be raised to a higher level.

Even if her strength is damaged, she can rest assured for a while.

The people following her were all experts in the Qi-nourishing Stage summoned by the county magistrate. No matter how powerful the tiger monster was, it could not withstand the combined strength of these people.

The only thing to worry about was that if the tiger monster went into the vast mountains, it would take a lot of effort to find its trace again.

Wang Yanjun spread her arms, moved quickly in the deep mountains and old forests, and rushed forward, fearing that the tiger monster would escape.

After two incense sticks of time, Wang Yanjun suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

She suddenly stopped, and her right hand couldn't help but touch the sword hanging on her waist, and her face couldn't help but become more solemn.

"Get ready."

Wang Yanjun didn't show any fear on her face, and led the remaining few people to rush straight in the direction of the fireworks.

In just a moment, Wang Yanjun led everyone through many trees and came to an open space, where the scenery in front of them was unobstructed.

At this time, in the open space in front of them, a young man was sitting cross-legged next to the tiger demon corpse.

His clothes were tattered, and he was quietly regulating his breath. Lian Bing and the other two did not dare to breathe and stayed aside.

Suddenly, she saw the dead tiger demon, and the expression on her face suddenly froze.

Dead!

The tiger demon they wanted to kill was dead!

Wang Yanjun walked over solemnly, opened her big almond eyes and asked: "Did you kill it?"

Shen Qing looked at Wang Yanjun, and after his eyes paused on her two principles for a while, he smiled and said: "I killed it, I wonder if the military registration promised by the county magistrate counts?"