Legendary Pharmacist

Ding, ding, the skinny cultivator no longer urged his strength, but swung the soft sword in his hand, and stabbed the tip of the sword into the gap between the wall bricks.

The city walls of the Great Wilderness Gucheng are not the kind of wall that is pasted with bricks and filled with loess inside. The city walls here are tall and strong, and they are completely built of stone bricks from the inside to the outside.

Every 40 to 50 years, the city lord will personally preside over the repair work of the city wall to ensure that the only protection of the deserted and isolated city can stand upright.

The tip of the soft sword pierced, and immediately hit the wall brick inside, making a crisp sound like iron striking.

Probing forward bit by bit, suddenly, the soft sword stopped slightly, and then completely sank into the wall.

The thin man's eyes widened suddenly, the wall at this position is empty, he found it!

He immediately mobilized his strength, raised his foot and kicked hard, and there was a sound, and several pieces of broken bricks were scattered on the ground, revealing a small hole one foot wide.

Seeing the hole, the thin man shook his head in disappointment. The hole can be stepped on to the bottom, and it is not a place for little beggars to hide at all.

So he slapped off the gravel on the upper of the shoe, picked up the soft sword and continued to stab along the wall.

In the hole in the wall, the eared cat sealed the bricks at the hole again, and said to his companion in a low voice: "The cultivator is approaching this way, and he is stabbing into the wall with a soft sword. What to do, he will find something inside the wall when he gets here. is empty."

Ma Peng suggested: "Then let's seal up another layer of bricks to block his sword and trick it."

Zheng Qiu groped in the cave for a while, then shook his head and replied, "No, there are not enough wall bricks inside, so we have to pry the walls of the cave. But the man is so close, he will hear us prying the bricks."

"This..." Ma Peng clenched his fists and cheered everyone up, "Sure enough, the only way is to go all out. Show your confidence and believe in Zheng Qiu's judgment. That cultivator must be incapable."

Ding, ding, the sound of the sword point hitting the wall tiles was getting closer, Zheng Qiu suddenly thought of an idea.

He pulled his companion over and whispered in their ears: "I have an idea, let's do this... and do this..."

The sun went down little by little, and the sky began to darken. The skinny cultivator was still stabbing the wall with his soft sword.

Repeating the same movement, his arm felt a little numb. At this moment, the sword tip suddenly lost resistance and sank into the wall again.

Anticipation flashed in his eyes, and he pulled the hilt of the sword with his arm, ready to pull out the soft sword and kick the wall bricks with his feet.

But the soft sword just shook, but was not pulled out, as if it was stuck in it by something.

The thin man was puzzled, put more strength in his hand, and drew his sword out again.

Following his movements, the wall protruded outwards. It seemed that there was a big thing on the other end of the sword. If he wanted to pull out the soft sword, he had to pull the wall along with it.

He froze for a moment, and then showed a ferocious smile, little beggar, do you think that if you don't let me draw my sword, I can't help you.

He took a deep breath, and slowly exercised his energy to push the energy to his arms, then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly pulled it outward with force.

Crash, a large piece of wall bricks fell, and a figure was brought out hugging the soft sword.

The thin man looked intently at the soft sword, and found that the sword was wrapped in torn clothes, and a child was clinging to the clothes tightly, preventing the soft sword from being pulled out.

He was furious, pulled back the hilt of the sword with his right hand, raised his fist with his left hand and smashed the little beggar's face: "Get off!"

As soon as he raised his fist, two stone bricks flew out of the hole in the wall, heading straight for his head.

At the same time, two other little beggars ran out from inside, holding up stone bricks to hug his legs.

The thin man turned his fist into a palm, slapped away the flying stone bricks, raised his foot and kicked it.

The eared cat had no time to dodge, was kicked to the shoulder, rolled somersaults and fell to the edge of the city wall.

Before the skinny man kicked the second kick, Zheng Qiu on the other side hugged his leg, swung a stone brick and smashed it hard on his knee.

With a click, the stone brick snapped, Zheng Qiu was stunned, the other party didn't cry out in pain as expected, but just let out a muffled grunt.

Before he could react, the thin man's foot kicked in front of him, hitting his temple hard.

Zheng Qiu only felt that his eyes were dark, there was a loud noise in his head, his body was uncontrollably off the ground, and he was kicked flying into a hole in the wall.

After kicking Zheng Qiu away, the thin man raised his fist again and smashed Ma Peng who was hugging the blade of the sword to the ground, and then tore the clothes wrapped around it.

There were pieces of stone bricks mixed in the clothes, and Ma Peng used this to make the clothes firmly hold the soft sword.

"Little bastard, do you think cultivators are made of mud!"

The thin man glared at Ma Peng and the ear cat who were lying on the ground and howled, and raised his soft sword to slash at the nearest Ma Peng.

But the sword stopped halfway down, and he thought of the commander's request, if he wanted to show his skills, he couldn't kill him with one sword, he had to torture him slowly.

So he raised his soft sword and aimed at Ma Peng's ankle, ready to cut off the little beggar's tendons one by one.

"Stop!" Zheng Qiu crawled out of the hole in the wall in disgrace, and lifted the water bag in his hand high, "Didn't you want clean water, this is it! Let us go, and the water will be given to you."

The thin man stopped and licked his chapped lips, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, even if you pour out the water, it doesn't matter, as long as you take your lives, I can have as much water as I want!"

The thin man laughed arrogantly on the surface, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart: "This kid is just the one who seemed to have some cultivation skills, and he really has some skills.

Just now, my foot hit my temple. Ordinarily, if an ordinary person is kicked like this, he will lose half his life if he doesn't die. But the child crawled out of the hole in the wall so quickly, and nothing happened, and he was still full of anger when speaking. "

The thin man rolled his eyes, and the soft sword trembled slightly and stabbed at Ma Peng's ankle.

"Stop!" Seeing that the cultivator ignored him and continued to attack Ma Peng, Zheng Qiu hurriedly threw away the water bag, shouting and rushed over.

Coming just in time, the thin man caught a glimpse of Zheng Qiu approaching, suddenly swung his wrist, turned the soft sword around, and stabbed at Zheng Qiu's chest.

Zheng Qiu was shocked when he saw the tip of the sword approaching, the other party actually led him over, but it was too late to dodge at this time, so he instinctively stretched out his hand to grab the soft sword.

Chi la, the blade touched the palm of the hand, red blood flowed from the fingers immediately, the soft sword swayed from side to side and couldn't go any further, but Zheng Qiu grabbed it tightly.

This time it was the thin man's turn to be surprised. Although his soft sword was not sharp, it had been filled with energy when stabbing it, how could it be possible to grab it with bare hands.

The sense of stagnation from the hilt of the sword proves that the child's palm is stronger than that of ordinary people.

The thin man's heart beat suddenly, his body was stronger than ordinary people, this was a sign of physical training, and sure enough, this child was not an ordinary person.

He became murderous in an instant, a person who refines his body cannot be measured by strength, God knows how capable this child is, he must be eliminated immediately.

He raised his foot and kicked Zheng Qiu hard in the chest, at the same time he pulled his arm back and pulled out the soft sword forcefully.

Then with a loud shout, he pulled out all the energy in his dantian and urged it towards his arm, the light gray halo completely covered the soft sword.

"Take your life!" The thin man took a step forward and quickly chased in the direction where Zheng Qiu fell.

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