Time flies, and a long time has passed since the last time he returned to the territory with Cú Chulainn.

Although the power in caliburn made Qi Wuce's physical appearance cut off the possibility of continuing to grow, it was a blessing rather than a curse, of course, for young boys and girls who desperately needed height or bust measurements, this had to be said separately.

In short, although the power of the holy sword made Qi Wuce's body no longer grow, this power did not inhibit the growth of Qi Wuce's strength, but because of the power of the holy sword, the growth rate of Qi Wuce's human body became more rapid.

As a son of a god, Cu Chulainn's growth rate is not unfast, and under the condition that Qi Wuce deliberately worked hard for him, Cu Chulainn's strength grew almost every day.

Seven-year-old Cú Chulainn, after Qi Wuce's nine years of compulsory education, has now evolved from a little Zhengtai who is eager to pinch his face to a handsome young man who is popular with thousands of girls, and at the same time, Cú Chulainn has also crushed Qi Wuce in the first real sense - in terms of height.

Cú Chulainn is indeed talented, just relying on Qi Wuce's teaching from time to time, today's Cú Chulainn is already the first-class level of Ulster in terms of martial arts, that is to say, in just nine years, Cú Chulainn has honed his martial arts to the first-class of Ulster almost by his own pondering, which can be described as a genius, but so what?

Qi Wuce is still a gifted person, and even Cu Chulainn's talent is not worth mentioning compared to Qi Wuce's talent.

Coupled with that old experience, there is no difference between Cu Chulainn and baby huskies in front of Qi Wuce.

Lying on the ground weakly again, signaling the end of the day's training, and feeling the tearing pain coming from his body, Cúchulainn laughed abnormally.

From head to toe, from bones to internal organs, it felt as if his body had been completely shattered into powder, and he had lived this life for nine years, and although every day made him miserable as if he was being tortured, he still enjoyed torturing himself at the request of Qi Furu.

Every day he could feel his body strengthening by leaps and bounds, if when he first came to Qi Wuce territory to train, he only had the power to smash rocks, then now even the thick and impregnable walls of the capital city of Yiwan were just a layer of tissue paper to him, and he could poke a hole with a single shot.

Although the walls of Iwan are not like the later Camelots, they are built by elves and are beyond the reach of human beings.

But the walls were the result of decades of painstaking polishing by Ulster's forefathers and magically reinforced by the best craftsmen in Ireland. If you want to break the city wall of Yibend, at least it is possible to do it with high-end combat power of the level of Fergus who is holding a spiral sword.

In other words, at the age of sixteen, Cú Chulainn now has the strength to fight against Ulster's strongest man, Fergus.

"Hey...... Top dog...... You said...... Now I'm with you...... What is the difference...... How much? ”

Lying on the ground, Cú Chulainn, like a dying man, exhausted the last bit of strength in his body and asked Qi Wuce.

Qi Wuce thought for a moment, walked to the position above Cu Chulainn's head and stood in front of him, he stretched out his hand and gestured with his index finger and thumb.

"I'm probably just a little bit better than you."

Cú Chulainn's eyes began to become confused, and he seemed to see the vast starry sky through the gap between his fingers.

In fact, Qi Wuce was telling the truth, he didn't deceive Cu Chulain, in terms of the strength that this human body could exert now, his strength was indeed only a little stronger than Cu Chulin.

If you fight to the death, it will probably look like six or four, Qi Wuce six, Cuncui relies on supernatural martial arts, Cu Chulainn four, relying on the strength of all aspects of the demigod body, it is not surprising that Cu Chulainn can occupy the fourth layer.

Qi Wuce grabbed the heel of Cu Chulainn's right leg and dragged him towards the bathroom like a dead dog.

Poof! After the sound of entering the water, he threw Cú Chulainn into the medicated bath tub and sat down on a bench in the bathroom to rest.

After a few bubbles, there was no breath in the medicinal bath, because Cu Chulainn was thrown in by Qi Wuce's feet, so his head was immersed in the medicinal liquid first, which naturally led to a few hard sips.

Even the clothes Qi Wufu didn't take off for Cu Chulalin, and it was estimated that after the medicinal power of the liquid medicine was absorbed by Cu Chulalin, the clothes that fused with the solidified liquid medicine should make him feel bad.

After all, the feeling of being completely deprived of freedom of movement is indeed quite uncomfortable.

It's a pity that Qi Wuce didn't have the idea of bathing and changing clothes for a big man, so Cú Chulainn could only suffer unluckily.

In fact, the only people who have enjoyed Qi Wuce's personal bathing and changing clothes and a series of meticulous personal services are Enqidu and Skaha.

The potion was carefully blended by Qi Wuce for the demigod bloodline of Cu Chulainn, and after intense training, the potion was able to stimulate the potential of the demigod bloodline in this tired body to the greatest extent.

Because it is a special potion, there is no need to worry that Cú Chulainn will be drowned alive by the liquid in this bucket, although it is inevitable to feel the pain of choking on water.

"Wang Chan, there's a letter from your hometown, you have to take the time to go back recently, and now that you're an adult, it's time to go out and have a good time."

A few bubbles, a phenomenon caused by Cú Chulainn's desire to speak but choking on the liquid into his lungs.

"Baba yes, learning to endure the pain of suffering is also a practice of a warrior."

"Goo-goo-goo (I don't want to be said by you)."

Ignoring Cu Chulainn's muttering, Qi Wuce continued to say to himself: "It's time for you to gallop on the land of Ireland, saying that you have been polishing the foundation with me for nine years, if I haven't heard you make a name for yourself within three years......"

"I think you should know what the result will be."

Goodo!!!

The liquid in the medicinal bath was like boiling water, and Qi Wuce knew that this was a sign that Cú Chulainn had lost consciousness, because all the air in his lungs was squeezed out by the thick liquid.

The dog he had raised for nine years now was also the time to let the dog go back to the mountain, and after a while he would have to take the time to go back to the Shadow Country, even if it was at the risk of being held in Skaha's arms as a toy puppet and losing his male dignity, he would have to go back to the Shadow Country to report Skaha's safety.

"Is it a big joust at Ulster...... It seems that the plot is about to start on the right track, and the next thing is the story of Wang Jiang marrying his daughter-in-law. ”