Since being slapped by Yan Cheng, the trainees at all levels of the training camp have obviously noticed that Fang Qing has been much more low-key, and he can hardly see his shadow, and it is even rumored that Fang Qing's martial arts have been abolished by Yan Cheng. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in front of me......

Rumble!!

The sword qi of Zheng Liang killed and slashed down on the Singh Xingluo battle armor.

This knife was full of Fang Qing's anger.

Yan Cheng's so-called lesson, he endured it, but it doesn't mean that a garbage like Singh can be humiliated as much as he wants. With this knife, Fang Qing wants to warn some people, don't think that if he doesn't make a sound, it is equivalent to being a bully.

Singer-Rawls was first shocked by the coercion of the thousand-sided amplification, and before he could react, Fang Qing had already slashed down, he desperately defended, his heart was shocked and angry, and then a storm-like force ruthlessly drowned him.

A mouthful of blood sprayed the ground, and Singh staggered, barely standing.

The two hands he protected in front of him seemed to have lost consciousness, and in his body, the genetic force was even more chaotic, and the blood and qi continued to surge, and he couldn't help but have another mouthful of blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Those who were close or saw from afar had frightened eyes.

Singh can't even carry Fang Qing's knife?

Is this vomiting blood?

This Fang Qing, wasn't he abolished by Yan Cheng from the martial arts?

Immediately, everyone laughed in their hearts, the bullshit rumors released by this Tamar are not shallow!

Fang Qing was still the same Fang Qing, and after being slapped by Yan Cheng, it seemed to be even more terrifying, and he dared to do it in person if he didn't agree with him. This posture, I'm afraid that even the students of the advanced class can't take his three swords.

A gust of wind blew, raising the war book on the ground.

happened to land at Fang Qing's feet, and was crushed by leather boots, leaving black shoe prints.

Fang Qing's eyes were cold, and when he passed by Singh's side, he said lightly: "You are a waste, you are not qualified to challenge me, and next time, my knife should drink blood." ”

When the voice faded, Fang Qing had already walked away.

Leaving Singh trembling in his heart, he was involuntarily afraid, and from Fang Qing's voice, he smelled the breath of death.

Why?

Singh's eyes were blank, he cultivated to the sixth order of special warfare at the age of twenty-three, and he was already very good in the family, and he went through layers of competitions and competitions before he got the opportunity to enter the training camp.

But I didn't expect that it was just a knife.

He was actually defeated in the hands of a newcomer at the Yuan Wu level.

"Let's go, don't look at it!"

The surrounding students sighed and said, "Fang Qing, that madman, it's better to provoke less in the future." ”

"Yes, I'm afraid that in the entire training camp, only the students of the elite class can suppress him. So far, no one seems to know how strong Fang Qing's strength is!"

In the distance, in the shade of trees.

Murong Tianzi frowned slightly, "This Fang Qing, I haven't seen him for a while, it seems to be much stronger." ”

"Sister, Fang Qing may be able to help with that matter!"

"Hmm!"

Murong Tianzi nodded silently, "It can be seen that his strength is far more than just the surface. ”

"Hurry up, Bingbing can't wait to go. The voice inside excited.

"Shut up!"

Three days later, in the Extreme Killing Gladiatorial Arena, Fang Qing killed to seventy times the gravity.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, using the Heavenly Dragon Technique to recover his internal strength, and thought: "This challenge is obviously much faster than before, which means that after my strength has become stronger, the combat efficiency is higher." ”

I vaguely remember that the last time I killed seventy times the gravity, Fang Qing was already covered in wounds.

And this time, he just accidentally got a bloody cut on his left arm.

The twenty-minute break is over, woo-woo, and the battle horn resumes.

Fang Qing had already recovered his internal strength, and stood up, the Xuantie Tang Sword in his hand was murderous, and under seventy-one times the gravity, he was not afraid in the face of increasingly powerful monsters.

A low roar, "Kill!"

......

Inside the Extreme Temple, the students who passed by the Extreme Killing Challenge couldn't help but glance at the red light on the alloy gate.

"This is the eighth day, right, Fang Qing is still inside?"

"Tsk, what a madman!"

Several senior class students couldn't help but whisper.

A certain student of the Battle Alliance said: "Don't laugh, which of you can stay in the Extreme Killing Test for five days?" We have to admit that this guy Fang Qing is getting stronger and stronger, and the older he gets, the more terrifying he becomes, I dare to say, when he enters the elite class, he will definitely be in the top ten!"

Another said: "Yes, it is estimated that within two years, Fang Qing will be able to enter the elite class." ”

Suddenly, their faces changed, and they all shut up.

Yan Cheng, who had a cold face, walked in front of several people, so frightened that they didn't dare to come out.

After Yan Cheng walked away, these students breathed a sigh of relief.

No one noticed, Yan Cheng glanced at the Extreme Killing Test Gate, and snorted heavily in his nose, "Top ten, can he enter the elite class alive." ”

......

Finally, late at night on the tenth day, the alloy door "clicked" open.

Fang Qing was covered in blood, staggered out, and smirked in his mouth: "Not bad, not bad, one hundred and twenty times the gravity, real Tama Shuang!"

Compared with the last time he was dying, Fang Qing chose to give up and quit.

However, he already had experience and probably knew where his limit was, so there was no need to kill until he was seriously injured all over his body, and then be taken advantage of by that Shangguan Wu.

At this time, the Extreme Temple was dim and deserted, with only a few wall lamps on.

Fang Qing walked back alone, suddenly, there was a palpitating footstep behind him, followed by a familiar cold air without wind, Fang Qing immediately guessed who it was, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it, at present, his mind was all on cultivation, and the red jade dragon carving didn't care about it for now.

Unexpectedly, Murong Tianzi took the initiative to speak.

She slowed down, and the female ghost followed behind Fang Qing, as if she was born with a cold voice and asked, "How many times this time?"

"One hundred and two!"

Fang Qing didn't hide it, his voice was a little weak.

"Not bad!"

Murong Tianzi swept past behind him, walked in front in the blink of an eye, suddenly stopped again, turned around and said, "Fang Qing, are you interested in doing a task with me, 500,000 credits, all of which are yours." ”

Fang Qing was stunned, 500,000 credits?

He shook his head in fright, what is the difference between this and suicide, fools go.

Murong Tianzi said tentatively: "It has something to do with the Heaven and Earth Fire Spirit, are you really not going?"

Hearing this, the little fire in Fang Qing's body said excitedly: "Go, go, the master must go, if you refine the fire spirit again, the master's dragon flame will be stronger, and the little fire can also evolve." ”

"you!"

Fang Qing couldn't cry or laugh, the other party was so obviously tempted, how could he not see it?

Murong Tianzi also has a fire spirit in her body, she will be so stupid as to give it to others? Moreover, there are so many masters in the elite class, even if they cooperate, it will not be their turn to be Fang Qing.

However, Xiao Huo's words made Fang Qing very interested.

It seems that the Heaven and Earth Fire Spirit can also evolve and upgrade, and if Long Yan refines another Fire Spirit, it will definitely be stronger. It's a pity that Fang Qing's current strength is limited, this kind of thing, let's talk about it later.

Thinking of this, Fang Qing smiled at Murong Tianzi, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"You don't have to pretend!"

Murong Tianzi glanced at Fang Qing and snorted: "We are all people with fire spirits, Fang Qing, the reason why I am looking for you is because all fire spirits with spiritual wisdom can sense each other, and the fire spirit I accidentally found is a little strange, sometimes I can't sense it, maybe you can." ”

"I'm sorry, I refuse!"

Right now, Fang Qing was already too tired to do anything, and he just wanted to go back to Meimei to sleep quickly.

Murong Tianzi smiled, but this smile made her scalp tingle, and after she finished laughing, she suddenly stretched out her hand, picked Fang Qing up and ran away, and disappeared into the Extreme Temple in the blink of an eye.

Under the darkness of the night.

"Hey, I have something to say, we can talk about the conditions!"

"Shut up!"

...... (To be continued.) )