Chapter Ninety-Three: Twenty-One Strings (1)

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However, in the face of Qi Mu's knife before, Yu Xi did not use spiritual power, but relied on the power of internal force cultivated by Shen Fengxing.

Now it seems that the internal force cultivated by a normal martial artist is much stronger than that cultivated by Qi Determination!

Facing the attack of the three-star martial artist is not weak!

Sure enough, the inner strength is very important!

Boom Boom!

Between the flashes of the sword and the shadow of the sword, Yu Xi quickly fought with Qi Mu Ruyan, and when she fought, she became more and more courageous, and the swing of the long sword was not weak at all under the attack of the two.

Although her swordsmanship is not as good as her legs, she is also very good!

However, after fighting for a while, Yu Xi didn't want to waste time entangled with these two people.

So his legs flew, and in a few moves, he kicked the two of them into the water and turned them into reservoir dogs!

"You! You deceive people too much! Don't think that you are a master and you can be so arrogant with a heavy cover, you wait for me, our Qi family demon hunting group will not let you go!"

In the end, Qi Mu had to drop a cruel word, and then left in a hurry with Ruyan.

When she heard this, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but the patrol that sensed that it was getting closer and closer could only let them go.

He pursed his lips and looked in the direction the two left, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Qi Mu is really a member of the Qi family!

I really didn't expect to meet them so soon, it seems that she will speed up her plan and go hunting in the demon domain as soon as possible!

Only by constantly fighting can her strength grow faster.

Glancing at the sky, Yu Xi decided to simply go to the Demon Hunter Guild to register as a demon hunter today, and by the way, take a look at what demon hunting tasks are suitable for her.

The Demon Hunter Guild, which is located in the center of Greenwood, is not close to this place, and she returns to the house to clean up and is about to leave, but when she is cleaning up, she accidentally finds a box that she has almost forgotten.

It was the wooden box that Feng Yao'er had filled her with the silkworm spider silk in the cave of the silkworm spider.

She originally planned to exchange this for a little silver to settle in the town temporarily, but then so many things happened, and she accidentally bet that she won a thousand spirit crystals from Lin Jue, and she had enough money, so she forgot about its existence.

Now that I see this wooden box again, I suddenly have an idea.

Can silkworm silk be used as a string?

Thinking like this, Fei Xi opened the wooden box directly, and saw the faint light of the silkworm spider silk in it.

The wooden box seems to have the effect of preserving freshness, and the spider silk is not much different from when it was first picked.

However, just rough spider silk can't be used directly as strings, and it must be refined.

Fei Xi is not a refiner, and after thinking about it, she remembers that the low-level Fang City in Greenforest Town seems to be on the way to the Demon Hunter Guild, maybe she can take the spider silk to the refining workshop inside to process and refine it.

Thinking like this, Yu Xi naturally brought a wooden box when he went out.

The little black fox on the side saw that she was going out, but hurriedly ran to the feet of the concubine and whined, afraid that the concubine would forget herself!

Fei Xi didn't want to take it with her, but when she thought of it, she had been stuffed in the house for more than a month.

Demon beasts are born to love freedom, but they are a little embarrassed.

So I squatted down, reached out and grabbed it, put it on my shoulder, and went out together.

"Whew!" the little black fox suddenly shouted happily, and carefully squatted on the shoulders of the concubine, so that the side face could touch the inky hair.

The faint fragrance brushed the tip of the nose, making it a little fluttering and intoxicated.