The soul of Wujian was damaged and fell into a deep sleep. Qin Long did not dare to stay too far away from him and could only guard him silently.

Having just gone through a big battle, he did not look tired, but instead looked full of excitement.

There is no other reason. This is the first time Qin Long has fully controlled the power of violence. If his dantian had not dried up, he would even want to try again now.

Quietly feeling the sense of integration coming from the red lines on his chest and back, Qin Long was overjoyed.

"Just a continuous red line can have such a powerful effect. If I practice these two techniques to perfection, what kind of power will it unleash?"

Qin Long clenched his fist hard, already feeling some anticipation in his heart.

Seeing that no one around him was paying attention to him, Qin Long focused part of his mind to observe the surroundings, and devoted the rest of his attention to the Yin-Yang fish.

The slowly rotating Pisces accelerated under his urging, absorbing and peeling off the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and strands of essence and spiritual energy were produced from it.

"My father and martial arts master uncle both said that after the war is the best time to practice. It would be best to take this opportunity to increase the red lines by a few points. It would be great if you can condense another one."

Run the will-o'-the-wisp body entanglement technique to encourage the fire-attributed spiritual energy to open up new paths on the body surface, and a faint red line slowly appears from the Dantian.

"You arrogant boy, you dare to practice, you really don't know how to live or die!" In the dark corner, a pair of greedy eyes stared at Qin Long's figure.

After leaving Wei Tongchu, Zhang Lin quietly lurked here to observe. Qin Long's every move was seen by him. Of course, what Zhang Lin focused on observing was the most valuable space bag.

"It seems that Wenhuo cultivator also has a lot of good stuff. Killing you two will not only give you a blowjob in front of Boss Wei, it's really a good deal."

Zhang Lin gave a strange laugh, and slowly approached Qin Long while running his skills out of the darkness.

His strength was not outstanding, and the reason why he was able to get a place next to Wei Tong was because of planning and the techniques he cultivated in a fragment of the book.

This technique can temporarily seal the spiritual energy of the whole body to avoid enemy detection. Relying on this strange technique, Zhang Lin has killed many monks who are a level above him in sneak attacks.

"Jie Jie, suffer death!"

In his opinion, Qin Long, who was so close at hand, was completely a lamb to be slaughtered.

"who?"

However, before he got close, Qin Long suddenly opened his eyes, stared at him and yelled.

No matter how shrewd Zhang Lin is, he never imagined that Qin Long did not observe his surroundings with spiritual energy. With the help of internal energy, his five senses had made a qualitative leap.

Zhang Lin had discovered him when he was lurking for observation, but the distance was too far, so Qin Long didn't take it to heart. He didn't open his eyes until the other party approached the warning range.

Zhang Lin's face was full of surprise. There was something wrong with his previously invincible technique, and it was discovered by a foundation-building monk. He couldn't believe it.

"How did you notice it? Could it be that spiritual weapon? But it doesn't matter anymore. Whether it's you, the monk behind you or Cha Ku, your treasure and spiritual weapon today are all mine!"

Zhang Lin stopped pretending, turned his hand and revealed a short thorn hidden in his sleeve, and stabbed Qin Long in the head.

"hateful!"

Qin Long cursed secretly. In order to seize the opportunity to practice, he had used all his strength to shape the red lines. After Zhang Lin stabbed him like this, he realized that he didn't have much power to fight back.

Fortunately, the foundation was still there, and the short stab was so quick that there was no spiritual energy attached to it. Qin Long turned his head to avoid the cold blade. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ground, and his feet shimmered, and the remaining energy was injected into it.

One of them kicked Zhang Lin's knee.

"With this three-legged cat skill, I really don't know how this idiot Cha Ge fell into your hands." Zhang Lin mocked, turning over and jumping to easily dodge his attack.

"What a flexible body. It seems that this is a monk who takes the agile route."

Qin Long is in a bit of a dilemma. The technique Zhang Lin is practicing is currently the most troublesome for him. He would rather deal with two Qin Chengs using flying knives than see Zhang Lin.

Throwing knives can also be blocked with gloves. People like Zhang Lin will definitely not be able to keep up with the opponent's speed just because of their tired body.

Wu Jian is still in a coma and cannot participate in the battle. Zhang Lin is targeting him now, so he has not discovered Qin Long's weakness yet. Once the fight lasts for a long time, Wu Jian will attract the opponent's attention sooner or later.

"His mobility must be eliminated as soon as possible!" Qin Ling's eyes flashed fiercely, thinking about how to use his gloves to give the opponent a fatal blow.

"Boy, do you think you still have a chance to use that spiritual weapon?" Zhang Lin seemed to be able to guess Qin Long's thoughts. He shook his left hand and threw a short handleless thorn towards the sword.

Qin Long was so anxious that he didn't even bother to put on his gloves and stretch out his arms to block the short stab. The sharp blade pierced Qin Long's palm, and the bright red blood immediately dyed the ground red.

"mean!"

"Haha, good scolding, kid. It seems like you must be a descendant of some family if you have a Wenhuo guard by your side. Today I will teach you a lesson for your father. In the world of cultivation, despicable is a complimentary word. I like it most when others use it.

This word compliments me."

The cold light flashed forward, Zhang Lin raised his thrust forward to attack the sleeping Wu Jian, but when Qin Long came to rescue, the thrust cut across his body, stabbing his vital part from the left side which was inconvenient to defend.

"What a treacherous trick."

Qin Long was unable to defend himself and hurriedly retreated to Wu Jian's side with another scar on his waist and abdomen.

Zhang Lin did not pursue. He enjoyed the cat-and-mouse feeling. He avoided the battle circle and looked at Qin Long triumphantly. His eyes wandered to the empty areas of Qin Long's defense. From time to time, he made sudden attacks, consuming Qin Long's physical strength.

"This guy is not at a high level, otherwise he wouldn't have adopted such a disgusting method to kill me."

Qin Long's prediction was good. Zhang Lin's strength was only in the late stage of foundation building. Due to his skills, his strength was even lower in terms of frontal combat.

This was also the reason why he did not dare to confront him head-on. Once Qin Long fought against him regardless of the safety of his sword, Qin Long, who was holding a fourth-level spiritual weapon, would have an overwhelming advantage.

Qin Long stayed by Wu Jian's side, which happened to comply with Zhang Lin's wishes, so that he could let go and attack to consume Qin Long's physical strength. Once the opponent's energy and blood were exhausted, it would be his chance to win.

However, there were more and more blood stains on Qin Long's body, the black market robe was stained dark red, and his reaction speed was getting slower and slower, but there was no flaw in it.

This made Zhang Lin extremely uncomfortable. The damaged soul of Wujian was now a burden to Qin Long, but once he woke up, the weak Wenhuo's combat power was not something he could handle.

The speed of the short stab swing was getting faster and faster. He wanted to push Qin Long to the limit as soon as possible so as to have a chance to kill him.

After Qin Long blocked Zhang Lin's short thrust again, he staggered and almost fell due to lack of blood. The large flaw in his chest was exposed to Zhang Lin's eyes.

Good opportunity!

The tired Qin Long finally gave him hope and stabbed him directly in the heart without any concealment. He enjoyed watching Qin Long's panicked face.

"Haha, die!" Zhang Lin laughed proudly.

"It's you who should die."

A strange smile appeared on Qin Long's originally panicked face. His left hand, stained with blood, returned to its original state at some point, and the wound that penetrated his palm disappeared.

Pale white dragon scale patterns are spread all over the palm. Although it is a little thin, it gives people a simple sense of strength.

The hard third-order fine iron was unable to penetrate the skin of a foundation-building monk.

Zhang Lin watched as his weapon disintegrated little by little on the surface of his fist, and the broken pieces together with the rock-hard fist were stamped hard on his chest.

"puff…"

With one punch, Zhang Lin flew backwards, and the blood mist he spat dyed Qin Long's face red.

"You... despicable!!" He said unwillingly as he looked at Qin Long who was like a hellish Rakshasa.

"Boy, today I will teach you a lesson. In the world of cultivation, despicable is a compliment!"

Qin Long changed his stumbling appearance before and walked towards Zhang Lin at a snail's pace. After many life and death experiences, he had already understood that people cannot be merciful. He raised his fist high and was about to kill him on the spot.

Night is coming.

The interior of the black market gradually fell into silence, but Chongzhen could not calm down and practice breathing regulation in the room.

The scene of Wei Tong throwing a giant hammer at his face during the day was still vivid in his mind, but Chong Quan was not dissatisfied with this. Wei Tong's fiery temper was well known to everyone, and it would have been the same for someone else.

What he hated was Zhang Lin, that treacherous villain who always tried every means to show off in front of Wei Tong.

"It's bad, he won't go looking for those two monks, right?"

Thinking of Zhang Lin asking him about the details of Cha Ge's murder, Chong Quan felt bad. With his character, he would go directly to those two people, and maybe kill them directly. Then Wei Tong would be blamed again.

It's myself.

Chong Quan suddenly lost the mood to practice and hastily stopped his practice and rushed to the edge of the black market.

A low sound of fighting came from a distance. Chong Quan looked closely and found that it was Zhang who was assassinating Qin Long. He was anxious and was about to go over to stop him, but saw the situation of the battle suddenly reversed.

Qin Long, who was about to die, changed his previous disadvantage and punched out suddenly. Not only did he break Zhang Lin's short stab, but he also flew him away. He pursued him and wanted to kill him.

Although Chong Quan hated Zhang Lin, he was still a subordinate of Wei Tong. When he saw the foreign monk trying to kill him, he still couldn't stand it, so he rushed forward with his spiritual energy.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Chongzhen, who was covered in ice-blue light, slammed into Qin Long. It was the Ice Shield Art, a low-grade heaven-level skill.

"Ahem..."

Qin Long focused all his attention on Zhang Lin and was caught off guard by him. He coughed several times before regaining his breath.

"Here comes another one, the situation is not good!"

He was slightly shocked. In order to deal with Zhang Lin just now, he hid the Yin-Yang fish in his body and replenished his energy during the battle. Only then did he hold on until he succeeded. The punch he hit Zhang Lin had already used up all the energy he had accumulated.

There is no remaining strength to deal with Chongjuan.

"Chong Quan, you came just in time, help me kill this bastard!" Zhang Lin saw his colleagues appearing and took two steps back and said urgently.

However, Chong Quan shook his head and said: "No, Brother Wei said that he would take them two to see him, so we can't kill them now."
Chapter completed!