In my evaluation, the basic conditions of the fat samurai belong to the lower realm of foundation building.

I was already in the groove before the first round of the fight, and my reflexes were only comparable to those of a fat samurai who hadn't warmed up.

He's going to get into an all-out fight in the second round, and my mind may not be as fast as his punches. If I give up blocking or dodging, I'll get three to five punches for every punch I hit him.

Even if my newly learned qi is still better than this tsukiki samurai's knowledge of qi control, there is still a gap in strength between us that cannot be crossed in one leap forward.

The meridians of the whole body of the foundation building realm martial artist are opened, and there is no obstacle to carrying Xiao Zhoutian, the flow speed of qi is fundamentally faster than mine, and the dragon descending palm method can only minimize the distance between us, and the gap still cannot be crossed in a short time.

The special case of the Skinny Samurai is impossible to replicate again.

But I have a new idea.

I struck eleven blows with my palms, and two balls of wind the size of a ball appeared in my hands.

The fat samurai's eyes widened,

"The kid turns out to be able to do sorcery!"

The Wind Spell is probably the most basic spell, and even the most powerful Thunder Spell I have now can't cause serious damage to the Foundation Builder, let alone this small technique?

Take advantage of the panic of the unknown people, this is what I did in the Falling Star Mountain Village, and I will not repeat that blackmail tactic in this battle.

I then calmly kneaded the two winds into the shape of wheels, and then stepped on them with both feet, which is the wind wheel I have been thinking of for the past few days.

- My reflexes aren't as fast as the fat samurai, but they're up to him.

This speed-boosting wind wheel consumes half of the energy I can still use, and it lasts from two to ten breaths, depending on the speed of the lift.

The rest of the vitality that I can use can hit fifteen punches and kicks that attach the general "rigid".

I began to slide around him on the grass like a rollerblading roller.

The fat warrior's expression was already full of incredulity, and his qi trembled violently for a while. But after all, at the critical moment, he still embodied the suzhì of an elite samurai, and after a moment, he immediately calmed down, shouted, and flew forward regardless of it.

A footprint sank where he got up, and the figure flickered, his iron elbow slamming into my waist.

I stepped on the wind wheel and gave way to it, and without blocking or dodging any of his attacks, I gave birth to ten arcs of electricity from my fingertips, attached the thunder curse to my fingernails, and just stepped on the wind wheel and grabbed all parts of his body.

The fat samurai's punches, feet, knees, and elbows rained down on all parts of my body, and my fingers were chipping at his tiny muscles everywhere.

The "rigid" qi is gathered in my ten fingers, and even the basic "middle" is withdrawn everywhere in my body, and I only eat the fat man's fists and feet with my body wearing a silkworm robe.

He may have been baffled that I had given up my defense altogether, but it was a good deal to trade the small scratches I had suffered in exchange for actually inflicting a heavy blow on my body.

For the simple-minded fat man, ignoring my attacks and hitting me directly in the flesh is the first method I expected him to be the first to fight in actual combat.

My speed is erratic when I step on the wind wheel, and playing hand-to-hand grappling with me should be the most annoying thing for a straight person.

If I choose to ignore a qiē attack, it is exactly the way he can't fight in his heart.

So he ignores other things.

......

I don't know how much blood poured up my throat from my abdomen.

I bit my lip and didn't dare to let go, as soon as I loosened my mouth and spurted blood, my vitality would be drained.

Be sure to survive this breath,

It's a breath that's longer than a day.

At the end of a breath, my wind wheel accelerated sharply, sliding far away from the fat samurai, and then the wind spell had passed.

I leaned weakly against an ancient tree, covered my mouth with my hands, and barely stood up. The fragments of the five internal organs did not seem to come out, and I looked inwardly at my internal organs, which were slightly displaced. The places where the body was hit by the fat samurai's fourteen blows began to turn red, blue, and black.

I didn't use the "medium" protector, and the fourteen blows he hit me had the power of the original twenty-five blows.

I was beaten half to death, and now I'm running out of energy, and I can't use my spells.

――It's about the same as I expected.

The fat samurai didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue.

"One breath, fifteen strokes, one hundred and thirty-four scars. ”

I say.

This is the scratch I inflicted on him with the ten fingers attached to the "Gang" and "Thunder Spell", half an inch to an inch of flesh for each time. Sixteen more did no damage, as the little finger's strength was so weak that some of the attacks only had time to scorch his epidermis with a thunder spell, and his fingers could not be pierced.

"Is this the fifteen blows you claim to have killed me in one breath? You could have avoided me at least nine or ten punches, and you gave up dodging in order to inflict the same damage as these rat bites?"

The fat samurai sneered disdainfully, he breathed, his muscles contracted and closed with his luck, and the more than a hundred wounds I had painstakingly caused disappeared magically.

"I said two breaths kill you, and one breath. I think this time it's all about punching. ”

"Then come and take my life. ”

He was about to step forward, but suddenly his feet could not move. The fat samurai moved the joints of his lower foot, and his foot did not stop his command, still standing still. He rubbed his feet with his hands, but found that he couldn't move.

He suddenly found himself paralyzed.

The fat samurai frowned and shouted,

"What kind of magic did you use again!"

"It's not a spell, it's something very common, something we've and your army dipped in the tip of a bone spear. ”

"The nails you grabbed into my flesh were coated with the poison of the five-step killer snake!"

"You're attracted to my wind wheels and the arcs on your fingertips, ignoring the smell of my nails. Before I fought you, my fingernails were covered in snake venom. I use the thunder spell to boil your flesh and skin, and then use my fingers to send the poison into your blood, the snake venom only dissolves in the blood, you just used all your strength, the blood and qi accelerated, and the poison flowed through your body as fast as you carried it all over the day. One hundred and sixty-four strokes is equivalent to one hundred and sixty-four strokes from the snake's fangs. Can't this poison poison poison an elephant?"

The colorless snake venom on my fingernails was applied before I designed to kill the skinny samurai.

The only large creatures on this island that can surpass the five-step killer snake are humans and wingless birds.

Wingless birds are immune to snake venom with their natural secretion of antivenomous bodily fluids.

Man uses the tempering of the body and medicine to defeat its snake venom.

In addition, there are no snakes on the island that are comparable to ordinary people in the upper five steps, and elephants and tigers can only reach the end of the island.

"Hmph, do you know what the foundation building realm is! I will use my luck to force poison, but elephants will not! I can drive out all snake venom in one hour. It's only a temporary paralysis now, and in half an hour I'll be able to force out a little bit and move freely, and you're probably barely able to stand now. I can see your legs shaking, and you can't even stand on your feet. In the end, it is still mine. I must kill you, you must be terrible when you grow up, you will be the scourge of our Baiyun tribe, despicable Chinese boy!"

"That's what I expected, but you don't have time to move freely again. ”

I took out a quarter of the Tsukidan from Na Ring and took it, and turned it into a cup of tea to refine it. New vitality grows in the body.

Swallowing the pain, I stumbled toward the immobile fat samurai and picked up the bone spear he had thrown on the ground. Indigenous bone spears are also generally impregnated with snake venom, which can be regarded as a compensation for the lack of damage caused by bone weapons.

"How can you still move! Your vitality should be exhausted! What did you just eat!"

The fat samurai finally couldn't hold his eggs and cried out in dismay, like a stupid boy worse than me.

"This is a secret. ”

I stabbed the fat samurai who couldn't move a dozen times with the bone spear, and learned about his life.

- This is called boiled eggs, the elixir used by our Central Plains warriors to restore their vitality, I used to be able to take only one-sixteenth of a pill at a time when I was in the early stage of internal strength, but now I can take one-quarter of a pill.

You natives must not have seen it.

Call.

It seems that I still need to take a longer cultivation time, and get to the upper level of internal strength and even the lower level of foundation building as soon as possible.

Now I can only use all the tricks to build the foundation of the two idiots separately.

It's still far from challenging the normal Tsukiki warriors.