Chapter 3

The pharmacist had his own idea and said, "give him spiritual blood, drink it a lot, drink it desperately! Spiritual blood can improve his constitution a little every time. Drinking too much can't stimulate the spiritual body, but the physical quality must be better than any spiritual body!"

"Kill a dragon with one punch."

The village head laughed and said, "it must be able to scare those bastards outside the ruins."

They looked at each other and smiled. The pharmacist walked out of the room and closed the door.

The next day, the villagers brought in several iron tigers, green snakes, Thunderbirds and golden turtles. These old men and women had goals and were full of energy, but they made the pharmacist angry: "if you let him drink too much spiritual blood at one time, he will die!"

The dumb blacksmith who dragged in two Thunderbirds grinned, hehe smiled, and there was no tongue in his mouth.

"The shepherd can hold on!" Mother in law Si is full of confidence in Qin Mu.

The pharmacist stared at them, stopped talking, took out the eggs and continued to refine blood, but something happened. This time there was a lot of four spirit blood. Qin Mu's body seemed to inflate after drinking it, which made the old men and women very nervous, for fear that he would explode with a bang.

The pharmacist took out several hollow silver needles and inserted them into Qin Mu's back and the cover of the spirit. The pinholes of these silver needles were bubbling with red, blue and purple air.

After a while, the silver needle stopped blowing. The pharmacist took off the needle and stared at the old men and women again: "step by step, step by step, if you want to feed him into a big fat man, you will only prop him up to death! Now he is still in a hurry, and you are all busy. Later, the butcher and he will practice knives, the horse master and he will practice boxing, and the lame, you will practice legs with him to help him digest."

"Mu'er, come to practice your knife!"

The butcher sprang up with his hands on the ground and landed on a log post. He had no lower body, and his upper body stood on the log post, almost as high as Qin Mu.

The butcher holds two pig knives with both hands. Different from ordinary pig knives, ordinary pig knives are less than feet long, round wooden handles, and the blades are circular arcs, like the moon being cut off by three quarters.

The butcher's pig knife looks like an ordinary pig knife, but it is a few sizes larger. The knife is three feet and two inches long, the back is thick, the blade is thin, and it is polished brightly. The two knives together look like two arched doors, which are frighteningly large.

The pig killing knife in Qin Mu's hand is the same size, but only one knife is very heavy, and one knife is about 20 kilograms. In ordinary times, the teenager can only afford a knife, but since taking the four spirit blood, his strength is much greater than before, and he doesn't feel heavy when holding the pig killing knife with one hand.

"Grandpa Tu, be careful!"

Qin Mu Shan, holding a knife, rushed to the butcher on the log pile. The butcher laughed. Although he was only half full, he still looked heroic and dry.

Night battle, city storm!

Qin Mu's single knife flew up and down, his feet moved, and he cut at the butcher. The light of the knife became faster and faster, and the wind roared and became a piece.

"Slow, slow, you're too slow!"

The butcher shouted loudly, and his double knives flew like rain. The jingling sound of the blow was like a rainstorm hitting pear flowers, and he said in a harsh voice: "fast! No matter how fast! Your pig killing knife can be faster! The trick of fighting the city at night is to be fast. The pig killing knife should be as fast as the wind and rain in the night, spreading all over the city! Give me a little faster!"

The light of the knife is faster, like three silver dragons swimming up and down around the log pile. The wind is getting louder and louder. The Qi of the knife is mixed in the wind. When landing, I see deep traces on the ground suddenly.

It's a knife scar.

"Good, just be so fast! The faster your knife is, the stronger its Qi will be. But you're not fast enough. Be fast enough to make your knife like a fire, burn, and then burn!"

The butcher was as crazy as crazy, and his hands danced with knives, which dazzled Qin Mu. He shouted, "burn! Burn! Let your knife burn, let your Qi burn, and let your spirit burn! After burning, it is magic!"

Call——

His knife cut, the knife rubbed with the air, and even burned. The two knives shuttle back and forth like two fire dragons, and the momentum is more and more amazing.

The fire dragon rushed at Qin Mu. Qin Mu was unstoppable. Suddenly, two fire dragons burst into the sky and tore the night over the old village. It was amazing.

Qin Mu was stunned. The butcher's knife was really terrible.

Over the village, darkness surged, devouring the fire dragon and knife light and knife Qi.

The darkness, if alive, seemed very angry with the butcher raising his knife and cutting into the darkness. The extremely depressed darkness pressed on the village, as if it was going to devour the village.

However, the light of the stone statues in the four corners of the village suddenly became brighter, forcing the darkness back.

"Thief God!"

Holding a knife in both hands, the butcher stood on the log pile, looked up to the sky and shouted, a little crazy: "sooner or later, I will split the black, sooner or later, I will kill back! What I was cut off was my waist, what I lost was my legs, but not my head! I want to kill..."

"Grandpa Tu is crazy again. But grandpa Tu's knife is so fast that it has become a magic power. When can I practice as fast as him?"

Qin Mu looked at the crazy butcher with admiration, put down the pig knife and went to find the one armed horse master.

"The butcher's knife, to cut out the fire is the magic power, and my fist, is to play thunder is the magic power!"

The horse master looked serious, clenched his fist with one arm, and his bones made bursts of crackling noises, Calmly said: "mu'er, when you can hold the thunder in your hand, your fist will be a small achievement. The butcher's knife is very fast, and my fist is to break through the limitations of sound, break through the shackles of air, and burst out of unparalleled power! One hand can also practice boxing, one hand is also a thousand hands, and one hand can also make thunder!"

Boom——

A dull thunder came, which was the fist of the horse Lord, like thunder.

Boom boom!

A series of thunder came. Qin Mu couldn't catch the speed of the horse's fist with his naked eyes. The shadow of the fist made him see that the one armed horse was no longer one armed, but had thousands of arms.

Master Ma's fists are getting faster and faster. The thousands of arms are holding thunder and lightning in the palm of his hand. The thunder rolls and the lightning splashes with each blow!

"This is the thousand handed Buddha in the eight forms of thunder! As long as your fist is faster than your voice, you can control the thunder. One fist and one palm can destroy the soul and body of the other party, so that he can never be reborn!"

Ma Ye closed his fist and said in a deep voice, "attack me with the eight forms of thunder I taught you, play thunder, hold thunder and control thunder!"

Qin Mu calmed down. Today, master Ma and grandpa Tu taught him different skills than before. In the past, they both taught him to practice knife and fist skills, but this time they even mentioned a word.

Magic power!

This word is a little strange. It's his first time to hear it.

Qin Mu showed the eight forms of thunder sound and attacked the horse Lord. Although the horse Lord had one arm, any attack of Qin Mu was easily blocked by him.

Unlike the butcher, although the butcher seemed crazy, he was very measured every time he fought with Qin Mu and never hurt him, but the horse Lord was merciless. As long as Qin Mu's moves were flawed, he punched him. Although his fist was not heavy, Qin Mu was soon beaten with a black nose and swollen face.

Until Qin Mu couldn't fight, Ma ye let him rest.

"Legs are the wind, the earth, and the root of power."

The lame man leaned on crutches, and he had only one leg left, but it was he who taught Qin Mu leg skills. In the past, Qin Mu thought that the most normal person in the village was the lame grandfather, who always smiled simply and honestly, giving people a very reliable feeling.

However, since the lame river side stabbed the woman who crawled out of the cow hide with a simple smile, Qin Mu was a little unsure.

The lame man's smile is a smile with a knife in it. No one knows whether his smile is true or false.

He smiled and said to Qin Mu: "Shepherd, butcher praises his knife, horse Lord praises his fist, and the real magic power is legs. You can't kill each other, but you can't beat each other. Of course, you have to run, and life is the most important! Life is not only poetry and distance, but also linger! So living is victory! As long as you run fast enough, you can gallop on the wall, on the water, and even in the sky! Run fast enough, everything is flat, Fire and air are flat! When you run to the sound behind your ears and can't catch up with you, then you can be regarded as the magic power of preliminary leg cultivation. Mu'er, come on, put on the iron ingot. "