In the ruins, Qin Shaobai staggered up against the wall, his white clothes had become beggar's clothes, and the broken strips were on his body, which really responded to the sentence "clothes are not covered". His hair was unkempt, his face was stained, his mouth and nose were stained with coagulated blood, and his eyes were full of panic. If any of the Tianyi Sect members see it, they will be dumbfounded-this is Senior Brother Qin Shaobai, a white-clothed scholar who is famous for his personable demeanor in the sect?

Qin Shaobai's panic was not only the catastrophic terrorist attack, nor was it just the unknown life and death of his fellow sects, but the aftermath of his violent attack in order to resist the purple electric giant fork - well, just the aftermath, he was still lucky, and he was not in that hundred-zhang attack belt. But even the aftermath had damaged his dantian true yuan, and he had desperately absorbed seven spirit stones before he could barely survive it.

It seemed that there was no movement after the blow of the North Sea Yaksha, but now his true yuan was exhausted, and his meridians were still filled with miscellaneous qi that could not be discharged in time due to the hasty absorption of spirit stones, and his whole body was indescribably uncomfortable, as if his mouth and nose were covered with a thick cloth, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Qin Shaobai gasped and supported his body with the scabbard, gritted his teeth, and shook his hand to reveal the eighth and last spirit stone. This is a quasi-medium-grade spirit stone, if it is in the mountains and seas, he will not even look at this quality, even if he has no choice but to use it, the effect is not much better. But this piece of spirit stone is different, this is snatched from Wen Ruyi's hands (that is, Luo Xiao's inventory), the effect is miraculous, although it has not reached the middle grade, but it is still better than the middle grade, and he has been deeply benefited by it before.

Qin Shaobai was like a dried sponge, absorbing the spirit stone in just a few breaths, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the pieces flew away in the wind.

Qin Shaobai immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, with his sword on his knees, and with a deep breath, light gray miscellaneous exhaust gas erupted from his nostrils, and the dirt on his face fell off in a stream, revealing a face that was gradually ruddy.

At the critical juncture, a pile of rocks not far from his side was pushed away, and in the mud and dust, the figures of three gray-faced sailors were revealed.

The three sailors were covered in injuries, their faces were full of horror, their hands and feet were trembling, and they only glanced at Qin Shaobai and waited to flee.

One of them suddenly said, "Wait, I know this man, who and his accomplices brought this calamity to it." ”

"What? bastard! I'm going to kill him!"

"You're crazy! He's a cultivator......

"No, can't you see that he's a badly injured cultivator, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up. ”

"That's right, he doesn't have a bit of aura in his body. ”

"Kill him!"

The three sailors, who were no more than a martial artist, pulled out the short knife and hand axe they carried with them, and surrounded Qin Shaobai. When they approached, the sailors exchanged glances and threw their swords and axes in unison—they still had some scruples and did not dare to get too close.

Qin Shaobai, who was doing the exercises, tightened his hand holding the scabbard and was about to move.

Suddenly, a broken wall exploded, and the rubble flew wildly, not only shooting down all the knives and axes that flew halfway, but also beating the three sailors with their heads full of bags and howling miserably.

In the fog of smoke and dust, a figure stepped out of the gap in the broken wall, holding a weapon like a long stick in his hand, and walked straight towards Qin Shaobai.

The three sailors scolded and threw themselves at the figure, and the man spun his long stick, and the three sailors fell in three directions, unable to get up for a long time.

The man walked on, and as he passed one of the sailors who was struggling on the ground, the sailor laboriously reached out and grabbed the man's ankle with a hairy hand. The man turned the long stick in his hand upside down and stabbed it through the sailor's wrist with a poof.

It turned out not a stick, but a spear.

In the boatswain's howl, the man pulled out his gun and brought out a slip of blood, the tip of the gun dragged the ground, made a piercing scraping sound and continued to move forward, until he stopped ten steps in front of Qin Shaobai, stared at him coldly, and said nothing.

Half an hour later, Qin Shaobai took a long breath, tore off his ragged coat indiscriminately, took out a clean white robe from the collection vessel and put it on, and then brushed his hair, more or less recovering a little chic. After doing this series of actions, he nodded to the visitor: "Thank you for this junior brother...... Looks familiar, we know each other?"

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, there was still a faint electric snake infested, the light was much better than before, and the person who came raised his hand and wiped a few handfuls of mud on his face, revealing his face, and most importantly, revealing the long centipede-like scar on his right cheek.

Qin Shaobai's face was strange: "It's you?!"

"It's me, Konghemen Miaocheng. Miao Cheng's fingers gently rubbed the scar on his face, his eyes getting colder and colder, "Don't thank me, I just don't want these deflated people to disturb our interest in fighting." ”

"Fighting, are you going to challenge me?" Qin Shaobai looked incredulous, and almost laughed, "Are you serious?"

"My induction tells me that there is not much True Yuan left in your body, and if you don't get a timely and sufficient amount of spiritual energy replenishment, you will soon fall out of the ranks. If you still have a spirit stone on your body, it is impossible not to use it......" Miao Cheng slowly raised his spear and pointed at Qin Shaobai obliquely, "Such a good opportunity, you say, am I serious?"

Qin Shaobai's face did not change, his hand was on the hilt of the sword, and he said proudly: "Even if I don't use the True Yuan, I am still the strength of a cultivator after all, do you think that you can be a mere scum warrior who can help me?"

Miao Cheng showed a strange smile on his face: "If it were someone else, I really couldn't help it, but a natural psychic like you...... Hahahaha! Bear the wrath of my Miao Cheng!"

A shot was stabbed, and the scream was deafening.

This shot has no true element, no yuan power, it is a simple single gun, but it pierces a shocking whistling sound similar to a sonic boom.

Qin Shaobai's face finally changed, he couldn't have imagined that the guy he had never put in his eyes would have such superb spear skills and such a solid foundation. If there is still a true yuan, he doesn't need to draw his sword at all, he can break it with a snap of his fingers, and he can still poke the opponent through with his remaining strength.

But now, Qin Shaobai could only draw his sword with great grievances, and then with what he thought was the most powerful sword style "Wind into Song", he also pointed the tip of the sword at the tip of the spear - he didn't believe it, the opponent's skill could be stronger than him.

The tip of the sword and the tip of the spear collided fiercely, and the sword and spear bent into a bow at the same time, and then under the simultaneous force of both sides, they snapped straight.

With equal strength on both sides, the charged rebound of the sword is in no way inferior to the charged rebound of the gun. Qin Shaobai suffered a big loss at once, the tiger's mouth cracked, the long sword almost took off, and he retreated in shock, and this retreat gave up the opportunity.

Miao grows into a spear like a dragon, pointing, piercing, dialing, blocking, and picking...... He used his pistol skills to the fullest and completely controlled the whole fight.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, there were dense gun holes in the ruins of the broken wall, filled with smoke and dust, and debris was splashed everywhere, cutting through Qin Shaobai's handsome face and neat white clothes, Qin Shaobai was extremely embarrassed and jumped and jumped, and even rolled to barely dodge, so as to avoid the misfortune of piercing the heart and abdomen. At this moment, he regretted that he had not practiced his superior footwork and, of course, swordsmanship......

He also finally understood what Miao Cheng meant, "If it were someone else, I really couldn't help it, but a natural psychic like you ......" meant.

Born psychic, that is, congenitally psychic realm, the realm that others can't reach in their lifetime, he reached it after he turned twelve years old. Born with a spiritual root, born with a true cultivation, and directly skipping the stage of martial artists and samurai, such a person is indeed the pride of the sky.

The advantage is that natural psychics do not need to go through a long period of accumulation in the martial artist and samurai stages, and they can become strong cultivators at a very young age.

The disadvantage is that without accumulation, there is no foundation, I have not learned martial arts, I have not learned mysteries, and I have not even learned basic fists, feet and footwork. Because you don't need to—you can split mountains with a sword, and are you willing to stupidly use your sword to cut a wooden stake?

Normally, this "disadvantage" is not a disadvantage at all, which cultivator does not have a true element? Is he still a cultivator without a true element?

It's a pity that Qin Shaobai doesn't have a true yuan at the moment, so he, a pseudo-cultivator who has a mess of basic martial arts, was wantonly beaten by the "scum warrior" he despised for a full moment.

In the end, the spear pierced through Qin Shaobai's belt and nailed it to a broken wall.

The spear cut through Qin Shaobai's waist, blood overflowed, and his clothes gradually stained, but he didn't dare to move a little, as soon as he moved, his belt would break, and then ...... Qin Shaobai's face turned blue for a while, and he stared at Miao Cheng without saying a word.

Miao Cheng stepped forward slowly and stretched out his hand to Qin Shaobai: "Sword." ”

Qin Shaobai's face twitched, gritted his teeth and reversed the hilt of the sword, and handed it to Miao Cheng. He originally thought that the other party was just going to disarm himself, and it wasn't until Miao Cheng's next action that he understood what "what you planted, what you get".

Miao Cheng used this sword to break his own appearance and give himself great shame, and also pierced Qin Shaobai's right cheek, and slashed diagonally.

The tip of the sword slashed from the corner of the forehead to the corner of the mouth, stabbing extremely deeply, the skin and flesh rolled up, the blood flowed for a long time, and even the sockets of the teeth could be seen.

Qin Shaobai never said a word, sweating like rain, blood running through his eyes, muscle spasms, and his face distorted...... In an instant, he turned from a human to a ghost.

Miao Chenghun didn't care about the other party's hateful eyes, and in addition to inflicting the pain of flesh and skin, he gave the opponent a heavy blow to his heart: "I just want to tell you that I don't have a true yuan, I'm still a samurai, and you don't have a true yuan, but nothing, no, yes!"

Clang!

The sword weapon was thrown down, the spear was drawn, Miao Cheng turned around, and walked away.