Hu Lie looked at Qin Cheng, who was lying on the ground panting, and was thoughtful in his heart......

The expression is also becoming more and more solemn, "Agile skills, self-taught use of aura, if it weren't for the lack of experience in fighting demon beasts, I'm afraid that this middle-grade python is really not the opponent of this kid, could it be that he is ......"

Speaking of this, he shook his head again, "Impossible, since the rise of the Battle Cultivators and the establishment of the Imperial War Alliance, the so-called martial artists have disappeared for hundreds of years, and it is impossible for the Imperial War Alliance to allow their existence." ”

Before the rise of the Twelve Prefectures of the Sleepy Dragon in the Battle Warriors, there were a group of secular mortals who acted chivalrous and righteous, except for the strong and the weak in the martial arts, they were warriors.

These people pay attention to the practice of internal strength and martial arts moves, and they are different from the cultivators of Buddhism, but they also have the same magic. Because whether it is a martial artist or a cultivator, it is a dantian, but one is the qi of cultivation, and the other is the aura between heaven and earth.

Although the lifespan of a martial artist is not as long as that of a cultivator, and the power is not the same, but fortunately, the internal strength and the move can attack faster than the cultivator. A true martial artist grandmaster can compete with a cultivator at the peak of the Naling Period.

The Naling period is not so much the entry of a cultivator, but rather the qualification for cultivating the truth. Although the monks at this stage can use some low-level spells and attack the internal strength of the warriors, the consumption of the monks is also huge.

And the martial artist is different, the so-called internal training of a breath, external training of muscles and bones. Internal strength, combined with moves, can make their attacks flow smoothly and last for a long time.

People have the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, whether it is a martial artist or a cultivator, they all rely on the operation of the dantian in the body, and then mobilize the aura or internal strength to their own Qi Jing Eight Veins to achieve the means of enhancing their own attacks.

Although the monk of the Naling period has the title of cultivator, in addition to the eight veins of the Qi Sutra are tougher than normal people, they are also mortal fetuses.

Although it only takes a low-level spell to beat a warrior half to death, a powerful attack means a large attrition, and a large attrition means that the pace of the attack is slower than that of a warrior.

Just like we usually play games, others are using ordinary skills and you are holding back the ultimate, the damage of the ultimate, of course, is undoubted, but the problem is that you have to be able to use it to hit others.

Although the warrior's attack is weak, it is also relative. The blessing of internal strength is enough to make them as light as a swallow and split gold and broken stones. Therefore, when the monks of Naritsu met them, they always had a feeling of power and nowhere to go.

But what kind of existence is the immortal cultivator, before there was no battle monk, the Buddhist monk has been living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, not asking about the world, how can ordinary mortals be able to see it easily?

Until five or six hundred years ago, with the rise of the Battle Warriors, these warriors became a stumbling block for them. In order to be able to quickly expand their own strength, how could the Imperial War Alliance allow the existence of threats to their follow-up forces?

Therefore, in order to protect the Naling monks who were willing to join the Imperial War Alliance in the world, the Battle Monk began to deliberately target the warriors. With the passage of time, the rise of the battle duel has gradually disappeared with it, and it has been hundreds of years since then.

Thinking of this, Hu Lie's face was a little gloomy, and he looked at Qin Cheng who had regained some strength on the ground and was sitting cross-legged on his knees, and muttered to himself: "What a pity! If the martial artist had not disappeared and could become a monk, then what kind of scene should the cultivation realm be like at this time? I'm afraid that the entire Twelve Prefectures of the Sleepy Dragon would ...... Huh?......"

Speaking of this, Hu Lie's voice suddenly stopped, and then stared at Qin Cheng deadly!

"That's right! There are no martial artists in the Twelve Prefectures of Sleepy Dragons, but this doesn't mean that there are no martial artists in other planes!" Looking at Qin Cheng, he couldn't help but think of the scene when the two first met, and he suddenly slapped his head and almost screamed.

"Haha! It must be like this, this kid must be a martial artist! This is really a cycle of heavenly principles!" Qin Cheng is not a person from this plane, others don't know that Hu Lie has seen it with his own eyes, and seeing Qin Cheng can use his aura so dexterously, his heart is naturally excited.

Qin Cheng, who was sitting on the ground, had almost recovered at this moment, and he was naturally using the qigong he had learned in Huaxia to sit cross-legged just now. As for the monk's pranayama method, he simply doesn't.

After two months of penance, he didn't have the slightest aura in his body, and he was kicked out by Hu Lie just after cultivating his aura, where did he have time to ask?

Qin Cheng stood up and moved his hands and feet, making a crackling sound. He was only temporarily unconscious by the python before, but after this period of pranayama, he naturally recovered as before.

Looking at the jungle in front of him, Qin Cheng's eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam, and with just a force, his body quickly entered the jungle again......

"Hey, boy, you're dying?"

Hu Lie was thinking about things, he didn't pay attention to Qin Cheng's side at all, and when he found out that he wanted to call Qin Cheng, it was already too late.

But what Hu Lie didn't know was that what Qin Cheng did in his previous life was the business of licking blood on the knife edge, and all his skills were fought for in the rain of bullets and bullets, and he fought for his life on the edge of death. He is not afraid of losing, the big husband is in the world, if he loses, he loses, there is nothing to say, if he wants to kill or chop, listen to him. But if he doesn't die, then the opponent can only fill it with his life! The name of "Living Hades" is not called for nothing!

Black Disc Python For Qin Cheng, it was enough to suffer a loss once. If a beast like this keeps it any longer, Qin Cheng himself will not be able to sleep well! Not to mention that the black python is already injured now, even if it is good and suffers such a big loss, Qin Cheng will definitely not keep it.

After entering the jungle, Qin Cheng went straight to the place where the black python had been. Although there were thousands of demon beasts in this forest, Qin Cheng knew that this guy must still be in that place.

Because he had learned from Hu Lie before that this demon beast had its own area and territory like a human. When he first came here, he didn't find any other demon beasts around, so Qin Cheng believed that this should be this guy's territory.

Coming to the previous stone, Qin Cheng really found the black python on it, and on its head and seven inches, there were the scars that Qin Cheng had punched with Zhan Yuan Chong before.

In addition, there was a more eye-catching blood hole near its tail, seeing this wound, Qin Cheng couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't remember when he had caused such damage to this big snake, but he didn't care too much.

When the python saw that it was this kid again, his huge head stood up directly, and a pair of blood-red snake eyes looked at Qin Cheng angrily, and there was a hissing sound in his mouth.

"Hmph, brute, this time the master is here to take your life!" Qin Cheng stared at the python, snorted evilly, and said coldly.

Feeling the other party's ill intentions, the python spit out a mouthful of venom......