"The Shen Feidao is indeed well-known. The mere yellow-level magical powers can actually exert the effect of the mysterious magical power in his hands."

"Just as I observed it just now, Shen Feidao's average flying knife can shoot the heads of seven or eight demon corpses. How terrifying is it."

"Wouldn't Shen Feidao have a frame of flying knives, and tens of thousands of demon corpses are no problem for him alone?"

“It should be feasible!”

...

Human worship psychology has always been the worship of the strong by the weak, and the same is true for worshiping Buddhism and religion.

If you cannot enter heaven, if you are reincarnated in the next life, who will believe in the pile of mud above the ancestral temple?

It is precisely because the strong are instilled with magical effects that people worship. When among the thousands of war soldiers on the city walls, they suddenly felt that Chen Qiye could deal with tens of thousands of demon corpses by themselves, most of them showed a yearning for worship.

Only a few older third-level combat soldiers who are good at power can barely remain rational.

"The Shen Fei Dao cannot do it." A young veteran soldier with a 60-year-old head fighter retorted.

At this moment, the soldiers on the adjacent city walls all came to watch Chen Qiye's flying sword skills, which was amazing. The idol in his heart was insulted and someone refuted it in public.

"Old Niu, what are you talking nonsense? What you can't do, but the other person can't do it? A young warrior is dissatisfied.

This warrior named Lao Niu is 89 years old this year, but for the lifespan of the warrior, he is now middle-aged and elderly. There are many warriors with veteran qualifications like Lao Niu on the Ural front, and he is also very good at power.

Lao Niu has the most say in the proposition that Chen Qiye can kill ten thousand demon corpses under the premise of sufficient number of flying knives.

"You have misunderstood what I mean. I admire Chen Feidao but it's too late, so how could I slander him?" Lao Niu shook his head lightly and said.

"What do you mean?"

"Old Niu, I advise you to be careful. You are only a third-level combat soldier. How can you understand the power of the disciples of Mengxi Temple?"

"Look at the mysterious totem of Shen Feidao, it is Longzi's bloodline, which is tens of thousands of times stronger than ordinary people."

The disciples of Mengxi Temple, blessed by the Long Zi's Xuan Qi Totem, Chen Qiye had already established a tall, mighty and mysterious image among the thousands of young third-level combat soldiers. They were too late to worship Chen Qiye, so how could Chen Qiye be slandered? If Lao Niu hadn't been kind in normal times, a group of young third-level combat soldiers would have risen up to attack them.

"There is a limit on human power. Let's put it this way. Our sword and crossbow uses the tendons of the third-level wild beast Iron Cattle beast. How many times can the tendons of the iron cattle beast be ejected? Five hundred times? Eight hundred times? One thousand times?" Lao Niu said: "Even if the arm of Shen Feidao can eject one thousand times and shoot out a thousand flying knives, there will always be a time when the mysterious energy is exhausted."

As soon as these words were said, the crowd's fanaticism about Chen Qiye was cooled down a lot. After all, everyone was a warrior with combat experience.

On the Ural city wall, there is a large killer weapon every ten feet, a large sword crossbow made of iron beef tendon. Every time a large killer weapon is ejected a hundred times, the beef tendon used as a thrust must be cooled with cold oil, otherwise the beef tendon will easily break.

Is this true for wild beasts, and isn’t human race like this?

What's more, a high-intensity flying knife shot like Chen Qiye is particularly wasteful of mysterious energy, but Chen Qiye's admirers are still dissatisfied.

"If it's within one day, Chen Feidao will kill one hour first, and after two hours of rest, and after one hour of killing the demon corpse, who can you definitely deny that Chen Feidao will not shoot ten thousand demon corpses in one day?"

"This seems a bit irritating..." The bull frowned slightly, how could he tolerate assumptions on the battlefield?

Just as he wanted to refute, two young soldiers wearing armor and strolling dragons and tigers came from a distance, and thousands of war soldiers piled up on the city walls immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Because these two people are their city chiefs and are disciples of Mengxitang, it is always bad to talk about others behind their backs.

"Hmph, a group of little things, I don't know what they are talking about again. If I hear it, I will tear their mouths apart!" The city chief on the left said majestic.

Although he and the city chief on the right are only in their early thirties, in Xuanyuan world, they are not respected by age, but by force. They are both level 8 combat troops, so why should they take a group of level 3 combat soldiers seriously?

"It should be saying bad things about Ma Weishan?" another slightly burly city chief on the right said lightly.

When talking about Ma Weishan, the face of the city chief on the left immediately became angry and said angrily: "One day, I will become a level 10 warrior. I will kill this beast with my own hands!"

Qian Kui, a second-grade disciple of Mengxitang and an eight-level combat master, also entered Mengxitang in the same month as Ma Weishan. However, when he first entered Mengxitang, Qian Kui had only the strength of a third-level combat soldier, and Ma Weishan was already a fifth-level station master. At that time, Ma Weishan had not bullied him a lot.

It was not until Qian Kui's cultivation level was tightly tied to Ma Weishan that the latter changed his partner and bullied him, but this revenge was planted in Qian Kui's heart forever.

Ma Weishan guessed it well at all. If there was a problem with the city section where he was guarding, the first person to die would be Qian Kui.

As for the disciples of Mengxi Hall next to him, or Zhang Zhaotian, the good brother who was Qian Kui in teaming up in Mengxi Hall, they would not help Ma Weishan.
Chapter completed!