Chapter Ninety-Three: Practicing the Lightning Rush Thunder Fist at the Peak of Qi!

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Back in Yizhuang, it was three o'clock in the morning, put away the mobile phone without signal, Feng Wanli rubbed his eyes, tonight was really a moment without stopping.

"Of course, the harvest is not small!"

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, looking at more than five hundred points of life energy, smiled, and finally in order to escape the pursuit of the zombie king, he threw the talisman wildly, although he consumed all his talismans, but looking at the more than five hundred points of life energy, it was really profitable.

"Ascend to the third level of the Lightning Rush Thunder Fist. ”

Feng Wanli silently chanted, and the more than five hundred points of life energy instantly decreased, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than three hundred points missing, and at the same time, all kinds of knowledge of the third layer of lightning and thunder fist appeared out of thin air in Feng Wanli's mind.

"After the pit kills Shi Jian and obtains the last six layers of the Lightning Thunder Fist, I can break through. ”

Feng Wanli sat down cross-legged, his heart condensed, and he looked at the spiritual power exuding three colors in the dantian, the soul condensing technique, the King Kong immovable Ming King body, and the lightning rushing thunder fist.

Gray, golden yellow, purple, the spiritual power of the whole three colors each occupies three parts of their dantian, among which the purple spiritual power group condensed by the lightning thunder fist is the most domineering, occupying three-sixths of the territory, followed by the body of King Kong Fudo Ming, occupying two-sixths of the area of the dantian.

And the gray-white spiritual power condensed by the Soul Condensation Technique, which had been cultivated from the beginning, occupied the smallest place, only one-sixth.

"After the foundation is built, the rest of the xenomorph spiritual power will dissipate!"

Feng Wanli looked at the Buddha light condensed by King Kong Fudo Ming's body, and felt quite a pity, you must know that this exercise can not only condense the Buddha's light, but also improve your physical fitness, if you rely on the lightning thunder fist to successfully build a foundation, then the Buddha light condensed by King Kong Fudo Ming in your body will dissipate, and you will not be able to continue to improve your cultivation in the future, and your physical fitness will not be able to continue to improve.

"It can't be helped!"

Feng Wanli shook his head, among all the exercises obtained so far, only the Jin Dan condensed by the Lightning Thunder Fist is the highest, Zhengyi Jin Dan, although I don't know what kind of Jin Dan is condensed by King Kong Fudong Ming, but its highest grade is only seven grades, and it cannot reach six grades, in terms of value, it is still the largest of six grades of Zhengyi Jindan.

"It's a bit far!"

Feng Wanli laughed at himself: "Let's build a six-grade Dao foundation first." ”

Since all the talismans on his body were consumed tonight, even at three o'clock in the morning, Feng Wanli had no time to rest, so he had to continue refining the talismans to prepare for the final confrontation with Shi Jian.

After drawing the talisman for an hour, the spiritual power in Feng Wanli's body was exhausted, but looking at the seven talismans on the table, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he returned to the bed and recovered his spiritual power cross-legged.

There is no time for cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sudden knock on the door outside the window.

"Knock knock!"

Feng Wanli squinted slightly, his mouth opened, and a snow-white turbid breath exhaled from his mouth, and then he said to the door: "Who?"

"Senior Brother Feng, it's me, Wencai! Master said to go shopping today, do you want to go shopping together!"

Looking at the blurred figure outside the window, Feng Wanli touched his chin, according to the plot, this trip out of the street, he will meet Shi Shaojian, who has turned into a corpse demon.

"Let's see what this corpse is!"

Thinking of this, Feng Wanli hurriedly replied: "Senior Brother Wencai will wait for me, and I will change my clothes together!"

Compared with Feng Wanli's cultivation of talismans overnight, Qiusheng Wencai and the others rested early, although they didn't sleep enough hours, they were more energetic than Feng Wanli.

"Although cultivation can reduce fatigue, it is still not comparable to sleeping. Feng Wanli scratched his head, followed behind the three of them, and wandered around the street.

"Oh no!

"There have been deaths! A lot of people have died!

。。。。。。

At this moment, a little brother suddenly ran in the distance, holding a gong and drum in his hand, constantly beating, and shouting that he was killed.

The ancients couldn't change the problem of seeing the excitement, and soon, the crowd was surging, and in the blink of an eye, the front was surrounded by a group of people, and the water was impassable.

"Uncle Shi, let's take a look?"

Although he was just asking, Feng Wanli had already begun to push, and a wide path appeared behind Feng Wanli.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying side by side on the ground, and a layer of white cloth completely covered the corpses, and several soldiers dressed as guards were on the side.

"What's going on?"

Qiu Sheng pointed to the corpses lined up on the ground and asked the guards in front of him.

"Uncle Nine!"

Seeing the arrival of Uncle Jiu, the escort team looked happy and hurriedly asked, "Let's see how they died." ”

Uncle Nine nodded slightly, walked to a corpse, squatted down, gently lifted the white cloth with his left hand, and saw a blue talisman written on the corpse's forehead, and couldn't help muttering:

"All of them are born on a cloudy day in a cloudy year!"

Immediately, Uncle Nine looked at the neck of the corpse, and saw that there were two tooth bite wounds on the neck of the corpse, and his face changed: "The blood has been sucked dry!"

Feng Wanli simply glanced at the corpse on the ground, and turned to look around.

Soon, a familiar figure appeared in front of Feng Wanli's eyes.

Shi Shaojian!

At this time, Shi Shaojian had fully recovered, and the scars on his neck and arm had long disappeared, as for whether the organs under his crotch were still there, it was unknown whether the wind was long.

"Sure enough, his father turned into a corpse demon!"

Feng Wanli secretly said in his heart, and then said to Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Shi, look at it! Shi Shaojian!"

Uncle Nine didn't care: "The coffin fungus has taken effect, what's so curious?"

Qiusheng shook his head again and again, his face turned pale, and said to Uncle Jiu: "No, master, he has been bitten by wild dogs underneath, how can he walk?"

Hearing Wen Cai's words, Uncle Jiu's face changed slightly, and he scolded: "Just now, why did you come here earlier?"

"Master... What now?"

Looking at Shi Shaojian, who was like an ordinary person, Wen Cai felt worried in his heart and couldn't help asking.

Uncle Nine took out the cloth bag, took out a silver needle more than 20 centimeters long, and handed it over: "Poke his yang point and see what the reaction is." ”

Feng Wanli's eyes widened: "A silver needle about twenty centimeters long, will it be too conspicuous to be so long." ”

"Conspicuous your size, don't go quickly!"

Uncle Nine glared at Feng Wanli, and then handed the silver needle to the three of them.

The three of them glanced at each other, and the silver needle quickly stepped forward and chased after him quickly.

Looking at Shi Shaojian, who was two meters away, Feng Wanli licked his lips and quickly pricked it.

When the silver needle enters the body, normal people will definitely be in pain and scream, but this Shi Shaojian is like no one, as if the silver needle is not himself.