Chapter 350: A rake? [Third more]

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When a man was later beaten into a comminuted fracture, the leader was completely mad. He screamed and gasped, stumbling around in the same place, his fists hit the air scattered, leaving a white frost on the ground. At this time, he had already invested half of his mana into the body protection, and the thick blue ice almost covered his figure.
Only in this way can he feel a trace of peace of mind.
Wang Qi's breath is still everywhere. He diffused his mana and carefully radiated a little light to maintain the order of mana. He carefully circled the leader and continued this unequal battle.
"Don't you just say that disciples of Wan Famen can't do anything without Warrior Blade?"
Hearing Wang Qi's voice, the leader's throat cried out with a "ho-ho", and his teeth flew towards the sound source. But Wang Qi had already bypassed him a step earlier. The leader tried a few more times and found that he could not help Wang Qi. He knelt down on the ground in pain, trembling all over, salivating in his mouth. After a while, he smirked: "You are finished ... you are dead ... you are finished ..."
"What the monk Faman can do compared to what you saw-oh, sorry, you can't see it from the beginning." Wang Qi sneered. "But it seems that you don't understand? It seems that this ear is also There is no need to keep the display. "
The leader shivered, and then burst into an amazing momentum, shouting: "Come on! Come! You have a small period of Qi practice, and you want to break through my body protection? Come on!"
"Cut." Wang Qi operated the sky entropy tactic, first burned the dirt on his hands, and then turned it to the extreme, pressing the leader.
Then, the ice gas was chaotic and collapsed.
The leader feels that the remaining mana in the body has gone through all the time and space, just like chasing into the devil. He protruded a black blood and shouted: "Who are you! The door to the door of Wanfa is impossible ... ah!"
Wang Qi's palm clapped heavily on his ear, and his palm destroyed the inner ear.
Then, the teenager clapped his hands and replied in a plain tone: "Wan Famen, foreign disciples-although you can't hear it."
Then, he picked up the long sword that was frozen, and used the entropy of the enemies to break the ban. The long sword came out of the sheath, the blessing of the phase wave, the three swords superimposed. A pulse of a phase wave flew around, breaking the barrier that blocked the breath.
Wang Qi hurried forward. Somehow, his mood was particularly bad.
The foundation of Wanfamen is mathematics, and ability is analysis and analysis. It is not entirely natural science, so it is not as good at borrowing power from the world as other schools. In the early days, the combat power of Wanfamen was indeed not very high, and even Su Junyu could only cast spells by the deck, and he had nothing to do with it.
This pre-weak and post-super-spiritual mentality can only be realized in this era when everyone has a knot. Jindan and below will not be regarded as fighting power, but as seeds. In the age of ancient law, not every disciple could be a pill, and training disciples and building disciples also required resources. In order not to waste, they had to base their energy training on the strength of the entry school
Before Jindan, the disciples of Wanfamen could only use swordsmanship to defeat the enemy. This situation improved only after the Jindan period. With the improvement of computing power, the mastery of mathematics itself is deepened, and then the manipulation of mana is deepened ... After all these elements are improved, they can begin to master the true meaning of the magic of the Department of Mathematics. Calculate space, time, energy, everything, everything.
Of course, some disciples will choose to continue to strengthen their ability to control swords and magic instruments. They can even transcend space with pure swordsmanship, turning impossible into possible.
Most of the disciples who choose this path have a magic weapon ...
Wang Qi thumped the wall angrily. Jumbo Sheng seemed to have affected the residents of the house, and there was a vague scolding inside. Wang Qi shook his head and went on.
"What stuff." Wang Qi struck the ring angrily: "Old man, where did the come from?"
"Don't knock on your boy, let the old man calm down!"
"Really ... I was actually attacked in Shenjing City by a group of monks weaker than Ancient Faxiu! No, this hatred ..."
"The old man thinks that most of you can't report it." Zhen Jiezi said: "These few people should be the sons of the Chen family, and most of them are black households, not registered in Dalian household registration, let alone Xianmeng Xian Ji. "
Wang Qi frowned: "Why?"
"Because they are secretly slaves and dead men cultivated by the Chen family." Zhen Jiezi laughed and said: "The old man actually had similar things in that era. The secret hall of the sect can only be born and raised in the sect. Of the dead. "
The teenager looked disgusted: "In modern society, we still despise human rights in this way ... Are these ancient law descendants brains rusted?"
"In the eyes of Jin Fa Xiu, only those who can embark on the path of seeking can be regarded as talents. The seeker needs a lively mind and a firm will. These qualities are more likely to appear in a bright environment. However, most descendants of Shenjing will not It does n’t matter whether the civilization of Xiandao has progressed. As long as they can control the power, even a tiny bit is stronger than none. "
Wang Qiqi said: "Then you don't have to choose rapid forming?"
"The master must always be able to overwhelm the minions. Now everyone can form a golden pill. If you can't excel, you can't draw a substantial distance from other monks." Zhen Jiezi said sharply: "The ancient law is here. If you cannot strengthen yourself, you can only weaken the minions. "
"What does this mean ..."
"Fight against other Shenjing family, fight within the family. It is something that is particularly boring in your opinion." Zhen Jiezi's tone is full of ridicule: "Anyway, if you go to the police, Xianmeng will kill those few at most. The guy grabbed it, and maybe healed it in the spirit of good life—especially if you did n’t die, and the blind and deaf could be recovered. The Lord behind the scenes would kill them. Say no sense. "
"Also, let them howl for a while."
Piaoyun, Chen ... Hehe, Joker, I remember.
Wang Qi dissipated. But at this moment, another hostile spiritual consciousness locked him. Wang Qi irritatedly explored his spiritual consciousness, but found that the other party was a modern practitioner.
An Xianmeng law enforcement officer wearing a black robe came up. He could not help but twist Wang Qi and asked, just now that a vicious brawl occurred in Baishui Alley, combined with the remaining mana and energy of the scene and you are all angry, I suspect you are related to the case, please come back to the altar with me for a cup of tea.
"So fast?" Wang Qi raised an eyebrow, realizing that the trouble was not over.

The update owed when I finally got sick.
After I became ill, I was in a terrible state, and then I had to prepare the manuscript according to the editor's requirements, and it was not updated until today. I'm really sorry.
Also, the management of the comment area is indeed a problem-once again invite moderators.
Finally ... for the sake of Sangen ... can I give a recommendation ticket?
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