The pharmacist had his own idea and said, "Give him a lot of spiritual blood, drink more, and drink hard! The spiritual blood can improve his physique a little bit every time. If he drinks too much, although he cannot stimulate the spirit body, his physical fitness must be better than any spirit body!"

"Kill a dragon with one punch."

The village chief smiled and said, "It will definitely scare the bastards outside Daxu to death."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the pharmacist walked out of the room and closed the door.

The next day, the villagers brought a few more iron bone tigers, green dragon snakes, thunder birds and golden beetles. These old ladies had a goal and were full of energy, but they made the pharmacist angry: "If he lets him drink too much spiritual blood at one time, he will be able to death!"

The mute blacksmith who dragged two thunderbirds grinned and chuckled, with no tongue in his mouth.

"Mu'er can hold on!" Grandma Si is full of confidence in Qin Mu.

The pharmacist glared at them, stopped talking, took out the insect eggs and continued to refine blood, but something happened. This time, the four spirits were a little bloody. After Qin Mu drank it, his body swelled like an inflatable, which made the old men and women very nervous, fearing that he would explode with a bang.

The pharmacist took out a few hollow silver needles and inserted them on Qin Mu's back and on the Tianling cover. The pinholes of these silver needles were spraying red, blue and purple airflow outwards.

After a while, the silver needle stopped spraying. The pharmacist took the needle off and glared at the old ladies and said, "Go step by step, step by step. If you want to feed him into a fat man in one bite, you will only support him to death! He is still a little overwhelmed now, you are all busy. The butcher will practice knife with him, Ma Ye practice boxing with him, and lame, you can practice legs with him to help him digest."

"Mu'er, come and practice knife!"

The butcher supported the ground with both hands and actually jumped up and landed on a single-wood stake. He had no lower body, but his upper body stood on the single-wood stake, which was about the same height as Qin Mu.

The butcher held two pig-killing knives in both hands. Unlike ordinary pig-killing knives, the ordinary pig-killing knives are less than a ruler, with a log handle and an arc of the blade, like the moon being cut off by three quarters.

The butcher's hand looked like a pig-killing knife, but it was a size that was three feet and two inches long, with a thick back and thin blade, and was sharpened. The two swords were put together like two arched doors, which were frighteningly large.

The pig-killing knife in Qin Mu's hand was the same size, but it was only one knife, which was very heavy, and it was about twenty pounds. In his normal youth, he could only carry a knife, but since he took the four spirits' blood power, he was much larger than before, and he didn't feel heavy when he picked up the pig-killing knife with one hand.

"Grandpa Tu, be careful!"

Qin Mu held a knife in one hand and rushed towards the butcher on the single-wood stake. The butcher laughed, although he was only half a body, he still seemed proud and arrogant.

Night battles are storms and wind!

Qin Mu flew up and down with his sword, his footsteps moved, and he cut towards the butcher. The sword light became faster and faster, and the wind whistled, forming a whole.

"Slow, slow, you're too slow!"

The butcher shouted loudly, his swords flew like rain, and his jingling critical strikes hit pear blossoms like rain, and he said sternly: "Hurry! No matter how fast! Your pig-killing knife can be faster! The move of night battles with Liancheng Fengyu is to be fast, and the pig-killing knife should be fast like the wind and rain in the night, sprinkling all over the city! Give me a little faster!"

The sword light was faster, like three silver dragons swam up and down around the single-wood stake. The wind became louder and louder, and the hissing sword energy mixed in the wind. When it landed, it suddenly saw deep traces on the ground.

That's a knife mark.

"Very good, just be so fast! The faster your knife is, the stronger your knife energy will be. But you are not fast enough, you must be fast enough to make your knife intent like a fire, burn, and burn again!"

The butcher was like crazy and danced with both hands, dazzled Qin Mu and shouted: "Burn! Burn! Let your knife burn, let your gas burn, let your spirit burn! After burning, it is magical power!"

call--

His knife cut through, and the knife rubbed against the air, and it started to burn. The two swords were like two fire dragons, and the momentum became more and more amazing.

The fire dragon rushed towards Qin Mu. Qin Mu was unstoppable. Suddenly, two fire dragons soared into the sky, tearing apart the darkness above the Can Lao Village, which was extremely amazing.

Qin Mu was stunned. The butcher's knife was so terrible.

Over the village, darkness surged, swallowing all the fire dragon and sword light.

The darkness seemed to be alive, and seemed to be very angry at the butcher raising his knife toward the darkness. The extremely depressing black was pressing towards the village, as if he was going to swallow the village.

However, the light of the stone statues at the four corners of the village suddenly became brighter, forcing the darkness to retreat.

"God, thief!"

The butcher stood on the single-wood stake with his hands in his hands, screaming to the sky, a little crazy: "I will split the black sooner or later, and I will kill it sooner or later! What I was cut off is my waist, and what was thrown away is my legs, but not my head! I will kill..."

"Grandpa Tu is crazy again. But Grandpa Tu's sword is too fast. He has refined the sword technique into magical powers. When will I practice as fast as him?"

Qin Mu looked at the crazy butcher with admiration, put down the pig-killing knife, and went to find the one-armed Ma Master.

"The butcher's knife is to cut out flames, and my fist is to make thunder sounds, which is to make thunder sounds!"

Ma Master looked serious and clenched his fist with one arm. His bones made crackling sounds, and he said calmly: "Mu'er, when can you hold lightning in your hand? Your fist has achieved some success. The butcher's knife is very fast, while my fist breaks through the limitations of sound, breaks through the constraints of air, and bursts out with unparalleled power! One hand can also practice boxing, one hand is also a thousand hands, and the other hand can also emit thunder and thunder!"

Boom-

A muffled thunder came, and it was Ma Ye’s fist, like a thunderous sound.

Boom boom boom boom!

A series of thunder sounds came, and Qin Mu could not catch the speed of Ma Ye’s punching with his naked eyes. The afterimage of his fist actually made him see that Ma Ye was no longer one-armed, but had thousands of arms growing.

Ma Ye's fist was getting faster and faster. The thousands of arms actually held lightning in their palms, sizzling lightning. Every strike was thunder and lightning splashing everywhere!

"This is the Thousand-Handed Buddha among the eight thunder sound! As long as your fist is faster than the sound, you can control thunder. One punch and one palm can destroy the other's soul and body, making him unable to recover and never be reborn!"

Mr. Ma closed his fist and said in a deep voice: "Use the eight thunder sound styles I taught you to attack me, make thunder sounds, hold thunder lightning in your hand, and control thunder!"

Qin Mu calmed down. Today, the skills taught to him by Ma Ye and Grandpa Tu are different from those in the past. In the past, they taught him how to practice swordsmanship and boxing, but this time they even mentioned a word.

Supernatural powers!

This is a little strange, and it was the first time he heard it.

Qin Mu performed the eight thunder sound styles and attacked Ma Ye. Although Ma Ye was one-armed, any attacks were blocked by Qin Mu were effortless.

Unlike the butcher, although the butcher seemed crazy, he was very sensible every time he met Qin Mu and had never hurt him. However, Ma Ye was merciless. As long as Qin Mu's move had flaws, he would punch him. Although his fist was not heavy, Qin Mu was soon beaten to a bruised face.

It was not until Qin Mu could not fight that Ma Master asked him to rest.

"The legs are the wind, the earth, and the root of strength."

The cripple was leaning on a crutch, and he only had one leg left, but he was the one who taught Qin Mu's legs. In the past, Qin Mu thought that the most normal person in the village was Grandpa Lame. He always smiled honestly, giving people a very reliable feeling.

However, since the cripple man smiled honestly by the river and stabbed the woman who crawled out of the cowhide to death, Qin Mu was a little less sure.

The lame man's smile is a smile with a knife hidden inside the smile, and no one knows whether his smile is true or false.
Chapter completed!