The medicine man had his own thoughts, and said: "Give him spiritual blood to drink, drink a lot, drink it to death!" Spiritual blood can improve his physique a little bit every time, and if he drinks too much, although he can't stimulate the spirit body, but that physical quality must be better than any spirit body!"

"Kill a dragon with one punch. ”

The village chief smiled: "I will definitely be able to scare those bastards outside the ruins." ”

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

The next day, the villagers brought in a few more iron-boned tigers, frog snakes, thunderbirds, and golden turtles, and these old men and old ladies had a goal and were full of energy, but they made the medicine man angry: "Let him drink too much spiritual blood at one time, and he will be strangled to death!"

The mute blacksmith who dragged the two Thunderbirds grinned and grinned, with no tongue in his mouth.

"Mu'er can hold on!" Granny Si was full of confidence in Qin Mu.

The medicine man glared at them, stopped talking, took out the worm eggs and continued to refine the blood, but something still happened. This time, there was a lot of four spirit blood, and Qin Mu's body swelled up like an inflatable after drinking it, making the old man and the old lady very nervous, for fear that he would explode with a bang.

The pharmacist took out a few hollow silver needles and inserted them on Qin Mu's back and the Heavenly Spirit cover, only to see that the pinholes of these silver needles were spraying red, blue, and purple air currents outward.

After a while, the silver needle stopped spurting, the pharmacist took the needle off, and glared at the old man and the old lady again: "Step by step, step by step, if you want to feed him into a big fat man, you will only kill him! Now he is still a little panicked, you all have to be busy, the butcher will practice the knife with him, and the master will practice boxing with him, lame, you accompany him to practice his legs and help him digest." ”

"Mu'er, it's time to practice knives!"

The butcher supported the ground with both hands, and actually jumped up and landed on a single stake, he did not have a lower body, and the upper body stood on a single stake, which was about the same height as Qin Mu.

The butcher holds two pig-killing knives in both hands, unlike ordinary pig-killing knives, which are less than a ruler long, with a log handle and a rounded blade, like the moon has been cut off three-quarters.

The pig-killing knife in the butcher's hand looks similar to the ordinary pig-killing knife, but it is a few sizes larger, the knife is three feet and two inches long, the back of the knife is thick, the blade is thin, and it is sharpened brightly, and the two knives are put together like two arched doors, which are frighteningly large.

And the pig-killing knife in Qin Mu's hand is also the same size, but there is only one knife, which is very heavy, and one knife is more than twenty catties. When he was a teenager, he could only afford to carry a knife, but since he took the Four Spirits Blood Strength, he didn't feel heavy when he picked up the pig-killing knife with one hand.

"Grandpa Tu, be careful!"

Qin Mu held the knife in one hand and rushed towards the butcher on the stake. The butcher laughed, and even though he was only half a body, he still looked arrogant.

Fight at night!

Qin Mu flew up and down with a single knife, his footsteps moved, and he slashed towards the butcher, the knife light became faster and faster, and the wind whistled, connecting into a piece.

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

The butcher shouted loudly, his twin knives flew like rain, and the sound of clanging crits was like a torrential rain hitting pear blossoms, and he said sharply: "Quick! Faster! Your pig-killing knife can be faster! The trick of fighting the wind and rain at night is to be fast, and the pig-killing knife must be as fast as the wind and rain in the night, sprinkled all over the city! Give me faster!"

The sword light was faster, like three silver dragons shuttling up and down around the stake, the wind was getting louder and louder, and the sneering knife qi was mixed in the wind, and when it landed, I saw that there were suddenly more deep traces on the ground.

That's a knife mark.

"Very well, just be so fast! the faster your knife, the stronger the knife will be. But you're not fast enough, you have to be fast enough to make your sword like a blazing fire, burning, burning again!"

The butcher was like crazy, dancing with both hands, making Qin Mu dazzled, and shouted: "Burn! Burn! Let your knife burn, let your qi burn, let your spirit burn! After burning, it is a supernatural power!"

Whew-

His knife cut, the knife rubbed against the air, and it actually burned, and the two knives were like two fire dragons shuttling back and forth, and the sound became more and more amazing.

The fire dragon rushed straight towards Qin Mu, Qin Mu was unstoppable, and suddenly two fire dragons rose into the sky, tearing apart the dark night over the remnant old village, which was amazing.

Qin Mu was stunned, the butcher's knife was too terrifying.

Above the village, darkness poured in, engulfing the fire dragon and the sword light and sword qi.

The darkness was like life, and it seemed to be very angry with the butcher raising his knife to cut into the darkness, and the extremely oppressive black pressed down on the village, as if it was about to swallow the village.

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

"Thief God!"

The butcher held a knife in both hands, stood on a stake, looked up to the sky and shouted, a little crazy: "Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will split this black, and sooner or later he will kill back! Lao Tzu will cut off his waist and lose his legs, but not his head! Lao Tzu will kill ......."

"Grandpa Tu is crazy again. However, Grandpa Tu's knife is too fast, and he has refined his sword technique into a supernatural power, when will I be able to practice as fast as him?"

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

"The butcher's knife is a magic power to cut out the flames, and my fist is a magic power to hit the thunder sound!"

Ma Ye looked serious, clenched his fist with one arm, his bones made a crackling sound, and said indifferently: "Mu'er, when can you hold the thunder and lightning in your hand, your fist will be regarded as a small achievement." The butcher's knife is fast, and my fist is to break through the limitations of sound, break through the constraints of air, and burst out with unparalleled power! One hand can also practice boxing, one hand is also a thousand hands, and one hand can also make thunder and thunder!"

Boom –

A muffled thunder came, it was Ma Ye's fist, like thunder.

Boom Boom!

A series of thunder sounds came, Qin Mu could hardly catch the speed of Ma Ye's punch with his naked eye, and the afterimage of the fist actually made him see that the one-armed Ma Ye was no longer one-armed, but had thousands of arms.

Ma Ye's fists were getting faster and faster, and the thousands of arms were holding thunder and lightning in their palms, and the electric light was swishing, and every blow was thunder rolling and lightning splashing!

"This is the Thousand-Armed Buddha in the Eight Styles of Thunder Yin! As long as your fist is faster than your voice, you can control the thunder, and with one punch and one palm, you can destroy the opponent's soul and body, so that he will never recover, and he will never be reborn!"

Ma Ye retracted his fists and said in a deep voice: "Attack me with the eight thunder sounds I taught you, hit the thunder sound, hold the thunder and lightning, and control the thunder!"

Qin Mu settled down, the skills that Ma Ye and Grandpa Tu taught him today are different from before, in the past, they both taught him to practice sword techniques and fist techniques, but this time they both mentioned a word.

Avatar!

The word was somewhat unfamiliar, and he had heard it for the first time.

Qin Mu Shi displayed the Thunder Yin Eight Style and attacked Ma Ye, although Ma Ye was one-armed, any attack by Qin Mu was blocked by him easily.

Unlike the butcher, although the butcher seems to be crazy, he is very measured every time he fights with Qin Mu, and he has never hurt him, but Ma Ye is merciless, as long as Qin Mu's moves are flawed, he will punch him, although the fist is not heavy, but soon Qin Mu was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.

It wasn't until Qin Mu couldn't fight anymore that Ma Ye let him rest.

"The legs are the wind, the earth, and the root of strength. ”

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

However, since the lame riverside stabbed to death the woman who crawled out of the cowhide with a simple smile, Qin Mu was a little less sure.

The lame man's laugh is a smile with a knife hidden in his smile, and no one knows whether his laugh is real or fake.

He smiled and said to Qin Mu: "Mu'er, the butcher praises his knife, Ma Ye praises his fist, and the real magic power is the legs. What should I do if I can't kill the other party, but I can't beat the other party? Of course, if you have to run, life is the most important thing! Life is not only poetry and distance, but also reluctance! So being alive is victory! As long as you run fast enough, you can run on the wall, on the water, and even in the sky! If you run fast enough, everything is flat, fire and air, all are flat! When you run to the sound and can't catch up with you behind your ears, then you can be regarded as a supernatural power that has initially cultivated the leg method. Shepherd, come, get on the iron ingot. ”