Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 78 The Taste of Power

Yan really didn't dare to stop him.

This kid, Jing, didn't react when others hit him, but he was a little different when it came to his brother.

If I punch you, you might die.

It's still an ugly death.

That's probably what it means.

What kind of truth is this? Sheng Fei was very angry.

Yan has also had a headache recently. Ever since his brother, who had never said a word in the past, started calling his name, many things have become out of control.

In this regard, Sheng Wei said that she really controlled her hands and crossed out many names written in the booklet one by one.

"The great elder's Qinglu beat Jing sixteen times, and Jing's hand was broken three times. I broke ten of his teeth, so I barely managed to even out the situation."

"Jiang Miao took advantage of Yan to go out and surrounded me one hundred and sixty-nine times. I ran away seventy-two times. I made them unable to walk on the ground for half a year. This is fair."

"Lian Lou from the escort team repeatedly insulted my brother and I as bastards who don't know where they came from. I taught him how to write blind characters."

Sheng Fei paused and the pen tip stopped in front of the next name.

The sharp howl of the well echoed continuously in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and she shook her head in irritation.

But this seemed to be of no use. Sheng Fei put down his pen, was silent for a while, and took off the bloody long bow hanging on the wall.

The origin of this bow is unknown, and it is extremely heavy. But after she tried to punch through a mountain wall with one punch, everything else was trivial!

Well, who has not started practicing, has destructive power comparable to that of a monk in the Golden Core stage.

No, the Golden Core Stage monks may not have as strong physical strength as him.

However, Jing's physical strength is much weaker than that of ordinary people, and it is difficult for him to recover even if he is injured. This is something Sheng Wei doesn't understand.

Why would you rather be beaten than hide the fact that you possess great power from outsiders? Why should you pretend to be an idiot?

Jing's memory did not give the answers to these two questions.

He may have his own considerations in it, but to Sheng Wei, this is just an illusory dream, not reality, and she is not a well. Of course, she can do whatever she feels like.

The taste of power is too wonderful.

Sheng Xi stood on the stone bench by the window. Her room was located on the top of the stone castle and had a good view.

Looking down, you can have a clear view of the entire square.

He closed his eyes and focused his consciousness on the man in Tsing Yi in the middle of the square.

The captain of the Zhushan tribe's first escort team, Luo - the strongest and youngest warrior in the clan besides the clan leader and a few elders.

Jing is very insensitive to pain and doesn't like to talk. Generally speaking, he won't make a sound if he can.

Even though the fragments of Luo in her memory were all blurred, Sheng Wei could still clearly feel the piercing anger coming from the little boy, and it continued to affect her thoughts.

She didn't like this feeling.

Jing learned a good bow from Yan, and she also had some understanding of the power and strangeness of her soul. It was difficult for others to capture her consciousness, and she had no scruples in her dreams.

However, based on the principle of respect, Sheng Fei would hardly use his spiritual consciousness to sweep away those beings with independent thoughts.

It is very impolite to sweep around at all times.

According to the body's instinct, raise your hand, turn your back, draw the bow, and draw the arrow.

"At this moment, as long as I pull the bowstring, I can send him directly back to the embrace of heaven, thereby cutting off the interference to my mind."

She closed her eyes because she was afraid that her sight would be caught by Luo, who had strong combat intuition.

Zhu Shanbe highly values ​​a strong body, and most of the cultivation methods within the clan are related to body training. The warriors wander among the mountains and rocks, fight against ferocious beasts, and are very keen on the crisis between life and death.

There was a slight noise outside the door, and Sheng Wei was startled. He carefully jumped off the stone bench, hung the blood-colored long bow back to the distance, and then tore off the page full of names from the book and threw it in.

In the brazier.

"Mother!"

Seeing that extremely familiar face, Sheng Wei controlled his strength and threw himself into the arms of the visitor with joy.

It's no wonder she was so excited. Little Zhu Shanbe was giving people surprises one after another. It turned out that Yan and his sister Ai Luoluo had the same face, and it could be explained as a kind of bad taste.

As a senior game enthusiast and an investor in a virtual space development company, Ai Luoluo found it easy to get some little surprises.

Well, surprise may turn into shock.

Yan is Iwa Yokai's mother. Not only does she have the same face as her mother, she even has the same body shape and voice, and her names are also very similar.

If she could still go home, the first thing she would do after returning would be to file a complaint against the developer. She would steal data without the consent of her relatives. It was extremely shameless!

Having said that, I couldn't help it after all - it was the same warm and friendly atmosphere as in my memory.

Now she completely doesn't understand what the existence of Tianxiao Realm is like, so for the time being, she allows herself to be greedy for a moment of sweet dreams...

Sheng Fei's eyes were slightly red, and he rubbed his little face against the palm of his cigarette, "Mother, I miss you so much."

Perhaps the sad emotion was too straightforward, Yan was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately put down the stone bowl in his hand, his eyes sweeping over the young son's shoulders and neck covered with bruises.

She still didn't dare to reach out and touch it.

"Well, come and take medicine."

The stone bowl was filled with a dark, burnt and bitter medicinal soup, in which the smell of ecstasy leaves and magic grass were too obvious, and there were also some spiritual plants that Sheng Pei could not recognize.

She let go of the cigarette and picked up the bowl. Without hesitation, she swallowed it in one breath and wiped the corners of her mouth. She seemed to glance at the rising sun outside the window inadvertently.

"The time has come, Mother, it's time for me to go find my brother."

Seeing "Jing" finish the medicinal soup in the bowl honestly and with a smile on his face, he didn't do anything to stop him.

"Go ahead and take that bow with you." She paused and then said, "Remember not to go to the edge of the cliff and come back early."

After leaving the stone castle and confirming that he was out of Yan's sight, Sheng Wei punched himself in the stomach without hesitation.

"Bah."

It's just that I can't vomit up the food I swallowed.

Just for a moment, the medicinal soup began to exert its effect, and she didn't feel much pain after the punch.

There are many spiritual plants and elixirs that can numb consciousness, and some of them do have very good pain relief effects, but Bian Zheng has always been cautious in this matter and never allowed her to use them too much.

The loss of pain sensation is essentially a very scary thing, which means that the perception of the passage of life will also become equally dull.

Sheng Fei calculated that she had been in the dream for half a month. Most people could not believe the changes "Jing" had made during these days, but Yan Yan acted like a normal person and didn't ask any questions.

She only insists on three bowls of medicinal soup every day, and she will never waver no matter how "well" cries, rolls around and acts coquettishly.

This is very interesting.

Should it be said that Yan is overconfident in his medical skills, or does he have ulterior motives?

The author really wants to eat spicy crayfish o(╥﹏╥)o

(End of chapter)