Chapter 137: Still eating

The one hundred and thirty-seventh chapter still eats.
The practitioners themselves are also good at fighting. People who practice walking often will always carry some weapons and practice them as a device to defend themselves. Zeng Luoshu’s Zeng Yishu is no exception. His favorite instrument is the ghost knife with nine steel rings behind it.
This is a man-made instrument, it is already a rare instrument. Because this ghost knife has a sample of things, that is, cut into the human body, you can the other's flesh and blood, and always the other party into a terrible dry body.
It is also because of this ghost knife that Zeng Yishu can practice so fast. His entry is later than Zhou De, but he is a level higher than Zhou De.
Today, the Qin Dynasty made him very angry, and the grievances in his heart continued to burn. Then he pulled out the ghost knife and hoped to the flesh and blood of the Qin Dynasty and clean up his grievances.
"Hey, you can die under my ghost knife, and you can't live without it!"
This book once smirked, waving the ghost knife in the hand, the blade whistling in the air, and the nine iron rings on the back of the knife were also squeaking.
"To accompany you to play a game, I really think of myself as a personal thing." Qin Chao mouth, could not help but said.
"Wow!" This book was unclear by Qin Chao. He only felt that his throat was sweet and seemed to spit out a blood. He immediately rushed up with this gas. At the same time, the ghost knife in his hand, also according to the neck of the Qin Dynasty, smashed out.
"When!" a clear sound. Qin Chao sat there with a smile, and did not move, letting the opponent's ghost knife fall to his neck.
However, Zeng Yishu was shocked. He felt that his knife seemed to be cut on the iron plate. The blade trembled constantly. The tiger's mouth felt a tearful pain and almost dropped the ghost knife.
"Mom, hell!" This goods actually shouted such a sentence, retracted the ghost knife, the muscles on the arm soared two laps, it seems that the flesh and blood seems to burst open, it looks very scary.
He screamed and used the power of his whole body to squat down the neck of Qin Chao again.
"Call!" The wind rang, it seems that the air was torn apart by the knife of Zeng Yishu.
"When!" is still a crisp sound, Zeng Yishu's hands and a numb, the ghost head knife actually came out, whistling to the air, a knife into the ceiling on the head.
And he himself was shaken back a few steps, his hands trembled, and he didn't listen to him for a long time.
"Why, you have practiced the gold bell iron shirt!" I once asked for a book, and there was some panic in the voice.
"Actually..." Qin Chao looked at this one book with pity, and suddenly mysteriously said, "In fact, I am... Hulu Xiaojingang!"
"The trough!" Zeng Yishu also listened very seriously, I really thought that this guy is a master of internal and foreign martial arts. Unexpectedly, I heard that I was still playing myself.
"Yellow mouth children, I want to tear you!" Then a book screamed, stepping forward two steps, the ground shook loudly. He stretched out his hands and placed it on the shoulders of Qin Chao. His face was stunned, his muscles on his arms skyrocketed, and his blood vessels twisted like a mole.
"Ha!" Zeng Yishu's face was red, which gave him the strength to eat milk. He grabbed the two arms of Qin Chao and wanted to tear this guy directly into two halves.
Qin Chao sat there, still holding a small song.
"I want you to accompany me, watching the turtle swim in the water. Gently sitting 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 discouraged, and both hands and muscles squeaked, but Qin Chao sat there easily, leaving his strength so strong that he did not move.
He felt that he was pulling a hard rock, not to mention tearing it, pinching it!
"Hey, muscle man, there is no touch." Qin Chao suddenly grinned. "If you only have this strength, I will not have the patience to play with you."
The Happi in the heart of the Qin Dynasty, this diamond is the calf. If you put it in the past, even if it is the devil in the refining stage, you must have a fight with this guy.
But after practicing the Diamond Sutra, he was like a cheating device, and he was invincible. No matter how the other party attacks, it is impossible to help yourself.
It seems that if you meet the vampire again, you don't have to worry anymore. Although the vampire is as fast as a ghost, as long as you stand here, wait for the opponent to appear to attack yourself, defensive counterattack, and then kill, you can kill the enemy.
Thinking of this, Qin Chao’s heart was set aside, and he had to squander it.
"Wow!" Zeng Yishu has had such a shameful humiliation since he debuted. He no longer tore the Qin Dynasty, and he simply lifted him into the air, and placed it on top of his head. After a few turns, he would go to the ground.
However, Qin Chao reached out and grabbed his head.
The arm was straight, and it supported me so that Zeng Yishu could not throw himself to the ground.
And Zeng Yishu was almost overwhelmed by his strength, and his heart was suddenly shocked.
"Hey!" Qin Chao turned over and flew up and kicked in the chest of Zeng Yishu.
"Hey!" This book has been retired four or five steps, and finally hit the shelf behind it. Some vases placed on the shelf, all falling, and blossomed on him.
"These are all you broke!" Qin Chao fell to the ground, saw this scene, and quickly said, "You have to remember compensation!"
"Compensate you for the Male Gobi!" Zeng Yishu was mad, and suddenly opened his mouth and squirted a black stinky blood. Just now Qin Chao’s foot, but it’s not light. Coupled with the fact that he has been possessed for so long, the ghost has 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.
A pill swallowed, his pale, unspoken face, immediately a little more blood.
Qin Chao’s eyes lit up. What he ate seemed to be a lot better when it hurts. Could it be that this is the essential medicine for the legendary upgrade of blame, red syrup?
Of course, it is just a metaphor. Qin Chao understands that this should be the medicine for refining the real world, to restore its vitality.
Comprehension, cultivation is the vitality of the human body. The fight in the realm of cultivation is based on the vitality of the human body. If you are seriously injured, you need to recover for a long time.
Replenishing with food is a bit too much trouble. Therefore, there is such a convenient medicine. As long as a small pill, you can immediately add a lot of energy.
The people of this Solomon practice the ghosts themselves, and they are hurting themselves. Therefore, they have a unique Dan Fang, they can refine this kind of Dan products to supplement their lost energy.
Qin Chao saw that Zeng Yishu stuffed the small bottle back into his trouser pocket and immediately moved his mind. Such a good thing, it seems a waste of the guy who is not a ghost or a ghost.
Adhering to the great traditional virtues of the motherland, I have to take back this thing.
Qin Chao smiled twice, letting Zeng Yishu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was a little scared.
"Who are you?" Zeng Yishu wiped the blood from his mouth and couldn't help but ask.
"I? I am an ordinary bodyguard." After that, Qin Chao smiled and looked at the young master Zhong Jia who was already stupid.
"Zhong Shaoye, are you saying that?"
"Kill him!" Zhong Liangguo suddenly understood that this guy will become a big problem in his heart. He completely smothered the killing and shouted to Zeng Yishu, "kill him, I will give you another one million!"
"Great handwriting!" Qin Chao was also shocked. "So much money! Otherwise, I will kill myself half a half, you give me 500,000, how?"
"Oh..." Zeng Yishu laughed twice. "No matter who you are, you are dead..."
When he finished, he pulled out a blue flame and stuffed it into his mouth.
"I rely on, still eat?" Qin Chao was shocked, only to see that once a book wailing, the muscles of the body expanded again, two or three times thicker than ordinary people.
At the same time, his height has grown a lot, almost three meters in an instant, if you raise your hand, it is estimated that you can touch the ceiling.
One of his trousers has now become a shorts, Qin Chao stared at the two long legs of Zeng Yishu, some evil thoughts. The whole body is long, I don't know where it is and not long.
Don't be so big, but in the end it's a yang-hee... that's a bit of a tragedy.
"Hey!" This book has a red eyes and a strange smile. Like a little giant, it stretches out a pair of giant hands and grabs it toward the Qin Dynasty.
The double yin possesses the strength, and the strength is also geometric growth. Zeng Yishu thinks that this time it will definitely tear the Qin Dynasty into two halves~EbookFREE.me~Sister, but also my brother! "Qin Chao did not want to be this experimental product. He stepped back two or three steps and avoided the hands that Zeng Yishu had extended.
At the same time, he raised his right hand, the ghost knife inserted in the ceiling, immediately swayed twice, "Hey!", popped out of the ceiling and fell into his hands.
"I still have my knife!" Zeng Yishu screamed again and again, and saw that the Qin Dynasty took away his own love knife, and it was even more angry. Pulling his legs, with a boom, chasing the Qin Dynasty.
"Go!" Qin Chao threw the ghost knife, while waving his left hand, pointing to Zeng Yishu who ran across.
The ghost knife immediately flew out like a stimulant, and suddenly inserted into the arm of the book.
"Ah!" Even if it was possessed by the ghost, the taste of the fangs was quite uncomfortable.
The flesh and blood in the body was stirred up, and the ghost knife seemed to be a greedy tiger, swallowing himself.
Zeng Yishu was sweating, and the painful soul was shaking. He was still quick, frowning, and stretched out his other hand, and he threw off his arm and threw it on the ground.
When the arm fell to the ground, it had become particularly dry, like a broken branch.
Zeng Yishu wail, forcibly controlling the blood in his body, not coming out of the broken arm. At the same time, he took out his own small black porcelain bottle and prepared to take the next medicine.
"Sorry, I have this thing."
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