The Stone Fairy Who Is Not Afraid of Thunder

Qin Shaochen was a little moved when he heard this!

Being promoted to a level out of thin air is a good thing that everyone wants.

"Second Grandpa wants to get that beast core, and who is it for?"

"Take a guess!"

"Mostly for Qin Changyun."

"Haha, that's right! Of course it's for his precious grandson."

Qin Nanshan smiled and nodded.

Qin Changyun is the eldest grandson of the second master Qin, and he is extremely favored by the second master Qin.

But his martial arts qualifications are average, and he can only reach the sixth level now. If you can directly advance to the first level with that beast core, you can also become a late-stage warrior.

"No wonder Second Grandpa asked you to come over and ask about the big black bear!"

"Actually, I came here this time, firstly, to inquire about the situation of the big black bear, and secondly, I also wanted to ask if you are willing to participate in this hunt."

After a pause, he added: "Your second grandfather is recruiting people. As long as you are willing to participate, you will have ten taels of silver."

Qin Shaochen suddenly became interested. Ten taels of silver was not a small amount for him.

"Okay! If you go into the mountains, you will get ten taels of silver. How could I not agree?"

Seeing that he readily agreed, Qin Nanshan was a little happy, so he told him to pack up quickly and set off tonight.

After a few more words of explanation, he went back first.

Qin Shaochen didn't waste any time, ate dinner in a hurry, tidied up briefly, went out and went straight to Mr. Qin's house.

When we arrived at Mr. Qin's house at Beijiekou, we saw a lot of people gathered at the door.

Many of them were carrying bows and arrows and holding weapons, and they were obviously warriors.

There are also some people wearing animal skins, holding various hunting tools such as long animal hooks, nails or ropes in their hands, most of them are nearby hunters.

While Qin Shaochen was looking at it, a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes walked over through the crowd.

"Cousin Shaochen, I heard Uncle Nanshan say that you also want to join the hunt, so I have been waiting here for you."

That young man was Qin Changyun, the most favored person in Master Qin's house.

He is only four months younger than Qin Shaochen, and they often played together when they were young.

Qin Shaochen also has a good impression of this cousin.

After meeting, the first thing I did was to pay back the five taels of silver.

That was the money Qin Shaochen borrowed when Qin's mother was ill.

"Changyun, why are you dressed like this? Do you want to go into the mountains together?"

Qin Shaochen couldn't help but be a little curious when he saw Qin Changyun dressed in smart clothes and neatly dressed, looking like he was going into the mountains.

"Of course, this operation is organized for me, of course I want to go!"

"Grandpa told me that after you get that thing, swallow it immediately for the best effect!"

"So let me get ready and follow the team. Once we successfully capture the big guy, we will cut it out and devour it on the spot."

Qin Changyun was obviously a little excited and talked a little too much.

The two of them entered the mansion while talking.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see some fun first!"

"We are recruiting martial artists in the backyard."

"Originally, we recruited three people, but grandpa felt it was still not enough, so he set up another arena and planned to recruit two more."

"We're just going to hunt a big black bear. Do we need to use five martial arts masters?" Qin Shaochen asked.

"There are more than five. Our family will also send three martial arts masters to go into the mountain together."

"In this operation, there are eight martial arts masters alone. Among them, two are in the mid-level."

Qin Shaochen couldn't help but shook his head.

It seems that rich people do things differently.

The two walked to the backyard and saw a large arena standing in the field.

There were many people from the second master's house around. They formed a circle and looked at the arena.

The two found an empty place to stand, and then carefully looked at the two people fighting on the stage.

I saw only one of them, a bald man with a scar on his head. He was wearing a yellow robe. He turned out to be a monk.

The person he was fighting with looked ordinary, but he had a beard on his face and had a somewhat majestic appearance.

Both men were empty-handed, running high and low on the ring, advancing and avoiding retreat, and the fight was in full swing.

Qin Shaochen only watched under the ring for a short while, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"Are these two martial arts masters? They don't look very powerful either!"

The two people on the stage were fighting so hard that their heads were sweating, and most of their clothes were soaked with sweat. They were shouting and shouting, and the fight was very fierce.

But in Qin Shaochen's eyes, although the moves of the two men were quite brilliant, the strength in their fists and kicks was insufficient, and there was always a feeling of weakness.

At least, it's far worse than that big black bear!

He even felt that as long as he used the "Fire Palm", he would be a little stronger than those two people.

"It must be an illusion! It stands to reason that a martial artist at the martial master level can knock away an eighth-level martial artist like me with just one palm."

In his mind, a martial artist shouldn't be like this!

"Even if I am much stronger than an average martial arts disciple at level 8, I can only compete with a martial artist by one or two at most?"

He stood in the audience, watching the battle, and he was full of doubts!

"But why do I feel like I can defeat them?"

"Okay! It's really powerful. The master's palm is so strong. After fighting for so long, the force is still so strong. If the big man is hit, his bones and tendons will be broken on the spot!"

Qin Changyun cheered loudly from the side, looking full of admiration.

Qin Shaochen shook his head and disagreed.

The palm that the cousin said was "extremely powerful" was not very good in Qin Shaochen's eyes.

"Good! Master turned one palm into three palms, and the power was not reduced at all."

"However, the big man is not weak either. He has great footwork and actually dodged it with a flash. He must have practiced light body martial arts!"

Qin Changyun's hand skills are not good, but his mouth is not bad. He kept chattering.

Qin Shaochen couldn't help thinking: "If I were on the stage, facing that palm, I wouldn't have to give in at all. I would just slap it back with one palm."

"The monk's palm looks powerful, but it lacks internal strength. I will fight him with a "Fire Palm" and will definitely force him to retreat two steps."

Two people stood in the audience, one was happily nagging and commenting. The other was secretly thinking in his heart!

For a while, they were all very interested.

The two people on the stage fought faster and faster, and they fought for a while. In the end, the monk was more skilled and hit the big man's arm with one palm.

The big man swayed and retreated several steps. Then he shouted, leaped up, kicked out two times in succession, and forced the monk back several steps.

But the injured arm could no longer be lifted.

When the monk approached again, he had to shout: "Stop, I admit defeat!"

The yellow-robed monk laughed, and indeed stopped.

"Master Zhang Wu is humble, thank you, thank you!"

The big man shook his head and exhaled a foul breath.

"Master's Vajra Palm is really powerful, I am not his opponent!"

"Haha, both of you have good martial arts. Although Master Pulin is better, Master Zhang Wu's skills are also very good!"

"How about this, both of you stay and help Qin?"

A man walked slowly onto the ring from the back of the ring, and spoke to the two people on the field with a smile on his face.

The man was an old man in his sixties, with a square face and a broad forehead, and an extraordinary demeanor.

It was Master Qin, the top martial artist in Qingzhu Town, whose martial arts cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Great Martial Master.

Facing the Great Martial Master, the two martial artists on the field were very respectful.

The martial artist surnamed Zhang sighed.

"Master Qin, although I want to help, my arm is not up to the task. I am afraid it will not recover in ten days or half a month. I am powerless to help you."

Master Qin smiled and stopped trying to persuade him to stay. He ordered his men to give him twenty taels of silver.

After thanking him, the martial artist accepted it without hesitation. Then he bowed and said goodbye.

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