"Cangtian, how can this chick still have a conscience, shouldn't she be angry and split people with reason. Shen Cong wailed in his heart, and then stared at Lin Liting with an even more unscrupulous gaze, almost going up to strip his clothes. However, this trick can't be done yet, otherwise what Shen Cong needs to bear is not the anger of Lin Liting alone, but the anger of the elders of the sect, and Shen Cong can't bear that kind of anger.

The thunderball disappeared in Shen Cong's desperate gaze, although Shen Cong's eyes were already red, and Lin Liting's face was blushing, but the thunder in his palm just didn't come, and what came was a fireball.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound in the cultivation room, and Shen Cong left the place. Shen Cong wants Lei to split, although there is a suspicion of self-abuse, it does not mean that Shen Cong is really a masochist. Just like Shen Cong stared at Lin Liting's Miaoman body just now, but Shen Cong would never admit that he was a pervert, although Lin Liting's figure was indeed intriguing, but Shen Cong thought that he was definitely not a pervert.

"Boy, die!" The spell arrived first, and after the scolding, you can imagine how high Lin Liting's skill level is, but Shen Cong is not bad, although it is still a little worse than Lin Liting, but it is not so much that even these small spells cannot be avoided.

Dodging several spells in a row, and finding that Lin Liting didn't seem to have any intention of blasting herself with the thunder in her palm, Shen Cong finally despaired. Glancing at Lin Liting with a complaining look, Shen Cong disappeared into the cultivation room.

Shen Cong's glance before leaving made Lin Liting shudder. But because of the shackles of the cultivation room, Lin Liting's strength was affected, and she could only watch the hateful pervert run away, "You wait for me, the next time we meet again, I will definitely dig out your thief's eye!"

Lin Liting said angrily, with the continuous trembling of the waves in front of her, Huo Wei's eyes were straight, but Lin Liting immediately noticed it. has been stared at by Shen Cong for too long before, especially this key part, which has not stopped for a moment, which makes Lin Liting sensitive and abnormal.

"Ahh

Huo Wei's mournful shouts sounded in the cultivation room, he didn't have Shen Cong's cultivation, his eyes dared to be unruly, and he naturally had to suffer a little.

Escaping from the cultivation room, Shen Cong looked a little helpless. In the end, it was almost successful, but such a change happened in it, which was not expected. But now that he has remembered Lin Liting's appearance, after being promoted to an inner disciple, Shen Cong will really go to Lin Liting.

After all, such a young master of magic is really too difficult to find, and the worst plan Shen Cong made at the beginning was to let those fifth-order cultivators split a thunderbolt, after all, under normal circumstances, only fifth-order monks would contact the thunder method, and they were also very talented monks.

It is really difficult to find a monk like Lin Liting who is only in the late stage of the third order, but who can master the thunder method. Now that the computer is out of power, Shen Cong is dying of hunger and thirst, Lin Liting can satisfy herself, how could Shen Cong let Lin Liting go, Shen Cong silently shouted a sin in his heart, but in his heart he was thinking about how to provoke Lin Liting and let her squirt at herself.

However, today's failure was not successful, and it is not the worst outcome. After all, the day after tomorrow will be a big competition with the outside door. Although Shen Cong was confident that he would not die even if he was hit by a thunderbolt, and it would not affect the result of entering the inner door, after all, he would be injured and prone to some more variables. Now that there is a spare charger, the worst result is gone, Shen Cong's heart is also relieved, and his spirit is fully relaxed, which makes his mood faintly increase, and the true qi in his body has become a little impatient.

However, it is not surprising that the function of the computer has now become the hope of whether Shen Cong can take revenge, or even whether he can continue to survive. Death is something to be afraid of, and such a great pressure is on Shen Cong, and the burden that Shen Cong needs to bear can be imagined. And now that the burden has been removed, Shen Cong is naturally happy, and it is reasonable for his mood to grow.

There are only two functions that the computer has opened up now, and there must be other functions, but they are all sealed. In order to unlock the seal, Shen Cong guessed that he might need more electricity, or even higher-level electricity, such as the pure natural and pollution-free Heavenly Thunder. Maybe when a thunderbolt comes down, most of the seal can be unlocked, but there will probably be no Shen Cong between heaven and earth.

After returning to his broken thatched hut and resting, Shen Cong slept very peacefully, and appeared in the sect's fang market in good spirits the next day. Today's market is a bit lively, but most of them are disciples from the outer sect who walk around and buy and sell in it.

Tomorrow is the outer door of the big competition, grinding guns, although a lot of things are prepared, but it can't stop these disciples from coming to the fang market to wander their minds, if you can't say it, you will encounter good things, and if you can't say it, these things will be good for tomorrow's big competition. With this in mind, the market seems to be very prosperous, and all kinds of shouting and bargaining voices are mixed in it.

Shen Cong didn't need much things, after all, everything that should be prepared was prepared, and the state was at the peak moment, Shen Cong didn't have anything to worry about. However, when he came to Fang Market today, Shen Cong did have something to buy, and he would leave immediately after buying it, and he would not waste his time wandering here.

"How do you sell this flying knife?" Coming to a stall, Shen Cong looked at the stall owner and asked.

The stall owner looked at Shen Cong, especially at the somewhat exaggerated big knife on Shen Cong's back, and there was a hint of discoloration in his eyes, "The best Feiyan knife is absolutely sharp, and piercing it is the result of putting half a bowl of blood, thirty taels." ”

Shen Cong smiled dumbly, "Three taels, I want ten." ”

"This brother, you didn't follow the rules in this counteroffer, how can you be so ruthless. ”

"It's you who are carrying it too hard, if you don't sell it, I'll go to the next place to buy it, there are still many places where such flying knives are sold. Shen Cong shook his head, this stall owner probably recognized himself, after all, Yan Qing worked very hard to promote himself, and the dragon bird knife on his back was also easy to recognize.

When Shen Cong is a wronged boss to slaughter, but Shen Never is a wronged boss, and he will not let others slaughter, he slaughters others is almost the same, the dragon bird knife goes down, but it is very easy to chop.

The stall owner was helpless and found that he couldn't take advantage of it, so he finally set the price at five taels in the bargaining. The price is quite fair, Shen Cong bought ten and put it on his body. Martial artists are somewhat lacking in long-range attack methods, especially for a martial artist like Shen Cong, who is not highly cultivated, and even more so in this regard, so it is necessary to buy a few flying knives.

After buying some emergency medicine in other places, Shen Cong left Fang City, came to a secluded place where no one was, and took the dragon bird knife on his back in his hand. Shen Cong has not learned knife techniques, mainly because the time is a little tight and he has no time to learn, but Shen Cong can still learn the basic chopping.

Using the Dragon Sparrow Knife, Shen Congwei hid some abnormalities on his body, and did not regard the use of the knife as his most powerful means, otherwise if he accidentally lost the knife, Shen Congwei would not be half weaker? But now with Shen Cong's inhuman strength, even the simplest knife move, it has great power to use it.

If he is really slashed by Shen Cong, the monks of the same level will definitely be cut in two, and the martial artist will be better, and he will not be broken in two, but death is inevitable, and only those who specialize in refining the body, as well as those who cultivate higher than Shen Cong, can be spared.

The sword wind was whistling in the forest, and the few days of cultivation in the Lonely Mountain Range gave Shen Cong a trace of murderous aura, and when he used the knife technique, he could see some ruthless aura, if it was those cultivators who had never seen blood in the face of Shen Cong, I am afraid that they would be frightened before they fought.

The huge Dragon Bird Knife seemed to be as light as nothing in Shen Cong's hands, it could be taken care of from any angle, and it could be resisted anywhere, just like using a small wooden stick. Suddenly, the light dragon bird knife suddenly became heavy, and the whistling sound that burst into the air was even more exaggerated, as if it was about to burst the air.

The blade of the Dragon Sparrow Knife fell on a boulder next to it, and the boulder was like tofu, directly cutting into two halves from it, and more importantly, the two separate stones immediately exploded, and the end of the broken stone exploded in all directions, hitting Shen Cong's body with a crackling sound.

With all his strength injecting the true qi into the Dragon Bird Knife, the weight of the Dragon Bird Knife has increased a lot, and the power has been raised to a new height. Shen Cong put away his knife and stood up, looking at the scenery under the mountain, and a sense of pride arose.

The next day, Qin Wu got up early and woke Shen Cong up, and his mood was much more excited than Shen Cong, who was about to compete. Of course, the reason for the excitement is not because Shen Cong participated in the competition, in Qin Wu's opinion, Shen Cong is going to make up the numbers this time, and the best result is to come back safely. If there is any expectation, it is that Shen Cong can have more experience, so when next year, the two may be able to have some opportunities.

Qin Wu felt that Shen Cong hadn't done anything reliable recently, first he practiced a book of health preservation scriptures that all cultivators would spurn, then he participated in the outer gate competition, and finally bought a knife of that size and came back.

That knife, not to mention the big one, the weight alone scared Qin Wu, and when he tried to inject true qi, he found that the weight was becoming more and more exaggerated, Qin Wu was directly helpless. He repeatedly dissuaded Shen Cong from taking this knife to the competition, but Shen Cong always smiled and shook his head, making Qin Wu eager to pry Shen Cong's head open to see what was going on inside.

"I really want to participate, in fact, we will have a chance next year, and you don't know, how many people are waiting to teach you a lesson in the competition, I'm afraid that when the time comes, I'm afraid it will be" Qin Wu wanted to speak and stopped.

"You don't understand. Shen Cong pretended to be profound.

"Why don't I understand!" Qin Wu was dissatisfied.

"I'm coming, I'm conquering!"

"You're pretending, and you're over. "The word was taught by Shen Cong, and Qin Wu just used it today, which made Shen Cong helpless for a while, and he must not teach Qin Wu messy vocabulary in the future.

What Qin Wu is really excited about today is that he will meet his idol, who is also an outer disciple, his strength is not only strong, but also quite popular, sometimes even Shen Cong has to admit that that kid is the real master of pretending.