Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 38

On Yinshi the next day, Feng Ping, as usual, opened his shop, held a hammer, and started his blacksmithing career.

With the passage of time, coupled with his own strong comprehension ability and the owner of the fire attribute spiritual root, after several times of accumulation, his blacksmithing level has made great progress.

Let’s not talk about whether you can hit the sword or not, but some simple objects are still no problem.

After all, blacksmithing is not something that can be achieved overnight, and Feng Ping didn't expect to become fat with just one bite.

After Maoshi, Zhang Mazi really came to the blacksmith shop with a bitter face.

Can't come!
Unless he escaped from Shuntian Mansion overnight, he could be found anywhere!

When they entered the shop, the two of them didn't speak.

Zhang Mazi added some carbon to the stove, and began to push and pull the blower box, while Feng Ping continued to jingle and wave his hammer, quietly waiting for Zhao Yunlong's arrival.

Near noon, a person really came to the door.

But it wasn't Zhao Yunlong, nor Duan Lin!

This person looks simple and honest, but he came with anger, which surprised Feng Ping.

He was already prepared for these monks to come to find trouble, besides, he was here for conflict!

However, the true master did not come, but someone else came.

"Are you the Niu Shen blacksmith shop?" Wu Hu's expression was very displeased, his eyes almost rolled up to the top of his head in aloofness, and when he spoke, there was an obvious sense of dissatisfaction.

It seems that monks see ordinary people like this.

It doesn't matter, it's not human.

How could Feng Ping get used to him?He was afraid that the visitor would be too polite and would not cause conflict, so he pretended not to hear without raising his head.

Zhang Mazi, who was pushing and pulling the blower, didn't recognize the other party's monk status for a while. After all, he was not himself, so it was difficult to sense the spiritual energy fluctuations in the other party's body.

Seeing that Feng Ping didn't speak, he was happy to relax!

"Snapped"

How could Wu Hu stand such neglect?
He raised his hand and slapped it on the iron felt, accompanied by "crackling" but generally powerful electric lights.

This slap completely stopped Zhang Mazi, his face was pale, he looked at the other party with fear in his heart, he hesitated and wanted to speak.

But after looking at Feng Ping, he swallowed the words back.

"So you're a monk, sorry for your disrespect." Feng Ping finally stopped his movements and said "I'm sorry", but his eyes were not friendly at all.

"Did someone pre-order a sword from you?" Wu Hu asked straight to the point.

He was already dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, and now he was ready to kill them just waiting for the sword in his hand!
"That's right." Feng Ping nodded, turned around and went back to the room to take out the long sword, and said, "It's still 90 taels of silver."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hu attacked with his palm.

The opponent's attack came with a piercing sound and a trace of electric current, and it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Without saying a word, Feng Ping threw the long sword in his hand to Zhang Mazi who was at the side, took a "hard" slap, turned his head and ran out of the blacksmith shop.

While running, he yelled: "The monks have killed people! The monks have killed people!"

It doesn't matter if he doesn't shout, the neighbors just want to watch the fun, but in this way, those tailor shops, steamed stuffed bun shops, rice noodle shops, etc. closed their doors tightly, not daring to see the light.

For fear of harming the fish in the pond.

Wu Hu wanted to go after him, but the long sword Lin Xin was talking about was in the hands of another person, so after hesitating for a moment, he attacked the person holding the sword.

Zhang Mazi was completely dead at this moment, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, raised the long sword in his hand above his head, and said tremblingly:

"True... real man, this sword belongs to you. The shopkeeper asked me to give it to you. I am just a mistress, the mistress who is in charge of blowing the wind. How dare I oppose you, how dare I accept your money."

boom!
After the other party said it, Wu Hu would let him go easily?

He took the long sword, kicked it flying, and then punched and kicked Zhang Mazi with such force and ruthlessness that he wanted to put him to death.

Zhang Mazi wanted to resist, but he was not his opponent at all!

Gradually, his brain began to appear comatose, his body became extremely heavy, and even the opponent's figure became blurred.

After venting, Wu Hu sneered and pulled out the long sword he had just obtained, and was about to swing it down, cutting off Zhang Mazi's head...

Suddenly, a strong force grabbed his head and threw it onto the street with a "bang".

At this time, Zhang Mazi was dying, and he vaguely saw a white giant ape, kicking back to the street.

Wu Hu was thrown by Feng Ping, and fell half to death. He was staring at the other party, trying to see the appearance of the opponent, only to see a terrifying giant ape jumping to his side. Before he could react, he was thrown Fist hit the face.

boom!
With just one punch, Wu Hu's head was instantly smashed into meatloaf.

He is only at the fourth level of Qi refining, so how can he be the opponent of the transformed giant ape?
One blow would kill him!

As soon as Wu Hu died, Feng Ping put his hand on the opponent's Qi Sea, and a cold voice sounded in the next second!
[Sernaja eggs detected. 】

[The mimetic system starts. 】

[The genes and traits of the Sernaja tribe are being simulated...]

[Insufficient data...]

[The simulation was successful. 】

[Thunder attribute Heavenly Spirit Root activates. 】

[The Qi Refining Realm opens. 】

"Tian Lingen!" Feng Ping was startled, he didn't expect the corpse in front of him to be Tian Linggen?

"I'm afraid you'll get into big trouble?"

But he is not afraid!

Feng Pingzhi threw the opponent on the street before killing him, in order for others to see him!

I saw that his big hand was like a knife, and he reached out and inserted it into the opponent's sea of ​​​​qi, and then pulled out a ball of flesh and blood.

Feng Ping could see clearly that there was a wriggling insect egg no bigger than a fingernail in the flesh and blood.

He struggled in his heart for a long time, but in the end he couldn't swallow it!

However, even if he didn't swallow it, he still used the occlusion of the perspective, borrowing the position, etc., to make others think that he had swallowed it, and then supplemented it with the technique of swallowing eggs for "refining".

After a few breaths, Feng Ping picked up the opponent's clothes, took the opponent's two brochures from his chest, and disappeared in Zhenghua Street after a few ups and downs without even reading them.

After returning to the empty courtyard, Feng Ping's body gradually returned to normal.

He buried the two exercises in the pit he had already dug, filled it with soil, put on the clothes he had thrown aside, and turned out of the alley.

As early as a few days ago, he had found this place, it was very close to Zhenghua Street, and few people came, so it became the place where he transformed and buried his loot.

Putting on his clothes, Feng Ping, who became Feng Ping again, switched the position of Qi Sea to the state of no spiritual root, poked his head out, and looked towards the street.

Like him, Aunt Zhang's house not far from next door, seeing that there was no movement on the street, stopped being quiet, but boldly opened a corner and poked his head out.

"Aunt Zhang? Why did this person die?" Feng Ping showed lingering fear.

"It seems to have been beaten to death by a monkey."

(End of this chapter)