Chapter 17: Who Gave You the Courage to Treat Me as an Idiot?

At the end of the day, Jiang Chen ate all the psychic cores, but his energy did not increase.

His psychic energy increased a little, but it was still weak, which could only be regarded as officially entering the door of psychic cultivation.

At midnight, after changing the psychic core, Jiang Chen did not live in the school, but chose to go home.

With the current [Swiftness], he could get home quickly.

Late at night, Jiang Chen walked alone on the deserted street.

Ding Dong

The phone rang, it was Wang Zhen calling.

Jiang Chen answered the phone: "Hello? What's the matter?"

"Brother Chen, don't leave the school these two days, they want to trouble you." Wang Zhen's anxious voice came.

"Zhang Yangming? Then let him come." Jiang Chen said lightly, not caring.

He has also reached level 4, even if he still can't beat Zhang Yangming, retreating should be no problem.

Wang Zhen said anxiously: "Brother Chen, don't take it lightly, Zhang Yangming is very strong."

Jiang Chen's tone, completely unconcerned, really made him worried.

"How are you now?" Jiang Chen asked with concern, "Did Zhang Yangming cause you any trouble?"

"No, I didn't go home last night and found a place to live outside." Wang Zhen said.

Yesterday, Jiang Chen injured three people, and Zhang Yangming was also causing trouble for him. How could he go home directly?

Of course, he would find a place to hide so that Zhang Yangming couldn't find him.

Hearing that Wang Zhen was fine, Jiang Chen was relieved: "I will be careful. I will live in the school these days."

"That's good. I'll hang up first." Wang Zhen hung up the phone after hearing her say that.

Jiang Chen continued to go home. As for Zhang Yangming, if he came, he would give it a try.

He was now worried about how to get energy. If he dared to come, he would dare to rob him.

If he couldn't rob him, he would run away!

Unfortunately, Zhang Yangming didn't let him do what he wanted.

Until he returned home, no one showed up to stop him.

Opening the door, Jiang Chen was about to go in when a cold breath came to his face.

Spirit Clan!

Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and the word "Spirit Clan" immediately appeared in his mind.

This aura was as cold and gloomy as the spirits who were breaking through the simulation level.

Are there spirits in the house?

He looked at the open door to make sure he was in the right place.

The temperature of the whole room dropped a few degrees, and the cold aura made his hair stand up.

The blood in his body flowed silently, isolating the cold aura.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Chen still closed the door and walked in.

He wanted to see what kind of spirits were so bold as to dare to enter the home of a body cultivator.

Turn on the light, go back to the room, start cooking, everything is normal.

He sensed that the source of the cold aura was in his room, and the aura fluctuation had reached the fourth level.

Jiang Chen's movements were normal, and there was no way to suppress the sound.

The spirits in the room also noticed that he was back and began to move.

Jiang Chen had just cooked the meal when a figure in red passed through the door and floated out.

The long hair was scattered, covering the face, the red clothes were like blood, and there was black air around the body.

Jiang Chen: "???"

This... came out directly?

I really can't do it for you!

Shouldn't you be hiding in the room, preparing for a sneak attack?

While he was in doubt, a black gas flew out of the red-clothed figure's body and landed on the psychic light switch.

Snap

The light went out.

The red-clothed figure pushed his long hair aside with both hands, revealing a pale face, and looked at Jiang Chen fiercely.

"Rich blood and qi are the best tonic!"

The red-clothed figure grinned, his nails swelled, and his claws pinched Jiang Chen's neck.

Jiang Chen: "..."

Are you just going to force it openly?

Seeing the sharp nails getting closer and closer, and the breath getting colder and colder, Jiang Chen still didn't react.

The red-clothed figure showed a rampant smile, and his hands had already touched Jiang Chen's skin.

Boom

Suddenly, a red blood wave rushed into the sky.

Three five-foot-long red streaks, filled with boiling heat, like lava burning everything.

Zizizi

The swelled nails dissipated instantly, and the three five-foot blood and qi streaks, like spears, strangled and killed.

Jiang Chen stretched out his palms, the air exploded, and he grabbed the red-clothed figure.

"Ah..."

A shrill scream resounded, and the red-clothed figure's hands disappeared, and his wrists were charred.

His pale face was full of fear and disbelief: "Can you see me? You are a fourth-grade!"

Fourth-grade body refining!

Condensed three blood and qi lines!

"Who gave you the courage to treat me as an idiot?"

Jiang Chen shouted coldly, carrying the power of blood and qi, and killed down.

The black air surged, the red clothes swayed, and the red-clothed figure gathered the black air and protected it in front of him.

Bang Ka

The three blood and qi lines fell, and the black air instantly dissipated, just like the scorching sun shining through the dark clouds and piercing the black air.

The palms sank into the black air, and the cold black air could hardly cause any effect.

Zizizi

The palms fell, black smoke filled the air, and the red-clothed figure screamed in pain and quickly floated out of the door.

Jiang Chen took a step forward, his figure was as fast as lightning, and his afterimages were numerous. He caught up with the red-clothed figure in an instant.

His right palm carried a stream of blood and qi, and slapped it down from top to bottom.

Boom

The violent blood and qi power fell on the back of the red-clothed figure, knocking her down directly from the air.

Bang

The red-clothed figure fell to the ground, and her body condensed into a physical form, and she could no longer maintain her spirit body.

Jiang Chen grabbed the red-clothed figure's long hair, and three blood and qi streams surrounded the red-clothed figure.

The terrifying blood and qi power, the rolling heat wave, made the red-clothed figure stiff and dared not move.

"Tell me, who asked you to come?" Jiang Chen said coldly.

The red-clothed figure looked embarrassed and ferocious, and said in disbelief: "How could you be a fourth-grade body cultivator? How could it be possible?"

"You should answer my question!" Jiang Chen held her hair and said coldly: "Spirit Clan, how did you enter the city?"

The city is protected by energy shields and patrolled by guards. If nothing unexpected happens, the alien race cannot enter the city.

Unless... the abandoned land outside the northern suburbs of the city?

Jiang Chen thought of the place Ning Baichuan mentioned, but that was a place for cultivators to hone their skills, and it was impossible for the spirit race to run out.

The red-clothed figure was fearless and said coldly: "If I can't kill you, naturally someone can kill you. Next time, they won't miss!"

"Really?" Jiang Chen looked indifferent: "Then, I'll wait for them to come! As for you, I will take you to see my teacher tomorrow."

Just because he couldn't ask, it didn't mean that Liu Jun, Ning Baichuan and others couldn't ask.

"You don't have this chance!" The spirit race snorted, and their life force was cut off.

Jiang Chen was startled: "Committed suicide?"

"Forget it, I'll ask Teacher Ning when I understand." Jiang Chen sighed and threw the body aside.

Without the influence of the Qi and Blood Force, the red-clothed corpse became illusory again.

Jiang Chen went to his parents' room, which had been searched and still had the cold breath of the Spirit Clan.

"Are they here for the Martyr's Medal again?" Jiang Chen thought: "Yang Xiaowen, Zhang Yangming, do they have a way to invite the Spirit Clan?"

Zhang Yangming's brother is in the guard team, but the guard team is only responsible for guarding and has no ability to open the city barrier.

As for Yang Xiaowen, an ordinary person who has not opened the door of spiritual energy, how could she contact the fourth-grade Spirit Clan?

The Qi and Blood Force swept over and cleared the cold breath.

After burning incense, Jiang Chen cooked and ate.

He dragged the body back to the room, sat cross-legged, and began to practice spiritual energy.

Although it was slow, he persisted in practicing every day, and accumulated little by little.

Before dawn the next day, Jiang Chen woke up and brought the body to his workplace.

Ning Baichuan had just arrived and looked at the corpse in his hand in surprise: "Spirit tribe? Where are you from?"