Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 67 Dried Bamboo Shoots Musa
"Hey, you're also a gun user? Let me teach you how to use a gun, grandpa."

With a flash in Zhou Mo's eyes, he grabbed the iron spear behind his back, stomped heavily on his foot, the strong force splashed the fine sand on the ground, and charged at Pan Ye with his spear.

As the iron gun was advancing, it let out a sharp whistle, which resounded throughout the audience, causing ordinary people on the sidelines to cry out in alarm.

"It's strength! That sick tuberculosis is probably in danger."

Pan Ye looked indifferently at the spear that was about to be stabbed in front of him, and two traces of weak force ooze out from the thumb and little finger of his right foot and mix into his body.

Accompanied by the mobilization of Pan Ye's strength, a small majesty was generated out of thin air around him. The soft fine sand on the ground could not withstand the force of running, and instantly sank, turning into golden sand flying all over the sky.

The strength of limbs and skeletons was introduced into the Yinchen spear, and a faint red light glowed on the tip of the spear, and when the tip of the opponent's spear was about to reach the forehead, it suddenly stabbed out.

The strong wind brought by the iron gun blew the hair on Pan Ye's forehead, and a cold light hovered three inches away from his brow, unable to move forward any more.

A bright silver spear was reflected in Zhou Mo's pupils.

puff.

It was the sound of a sharp object entering the body.

Cerebral ischemia dizziness, consciousness began to slacken.

He lowered his head with the last bit of strength, looking at the half-cut silver gun inserted into his chest, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Like a fountain, blood spurted out from the back chest in jets.

"you……"

The violent mixed force rushed into his lungs, and in an instant, Zhou Mo's upper body was blown apart by the real yang force.

The body parts flying high in the sky exuded a scorching smell, and fell to the surroundings along with the black smoke, dyeing the golden sandy beach dark red.

There was a deathly silence on the beach.

After a long time, there were low voices of discussion.

"Yuck~"

"I am not wrong, right."

"The real person doesn't show his face, but this person is too cruel. Taking someone's life if he disagrees with him is definitely not the right way."

An old man stroked his long beard and shook his head.

Li Yi looked at Zhou Mo, who had only a stump, with protruding eyes, and stammered, "Jie, is it over?"

If Zhou Mo hadn't died, he would really have thought it was a fake match.

The two "big guys" beside them stared solemnly at Pan Ye who retracted his gun and walked away.

The deacon of Bailianmen pondered: "Is it the eighth rank? At this age, this person should be a foreigner. There is no such person among the eighth rank warriors in Ningzhou City."

Ningzhou Bapin said not much, said less, he can't say that he can remember everyone's name, this age, but the general appearance is familiar, and some young talents at the peak of Ninth Rank can still be seen at a glance. see.

"Li Yi, admit it, even if the three Zhou Mo add up, they are not that person's opponent."

"Wait, you two just said that he is an eighth-rank? Didn't you say that eighth-rank warriors cannot participate in the competition? I want to protest!"

Li Yi's eyes lit up, he found his blind spot, and immediately shouted, "Deacon Jiang, I have objections, this man is an eighth-rank martial artist, and he doesn't meet the competition rules!"

"What evidence do you have?"

Pan Ye, who returned to Li Wuchen's camp, grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Li Yi shuddered, and looked eagerly at the two people beside him.

The two people on the side were a little speechless. They were more than a hundred meters away, and they were blocked by Zhou Mo's back.

Deacon Jiang's face turned pale. She has been cultivating in the sect since she entered the sect, and she has never seen such a bloody scene.

The one standing closest to the battle place witnessed the scene of fragments of limbs flying all over the sky at close range. It was not until Li Yi's dissatisfied voice sounded that he came back to his senses.

A ray of blue light flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Pan Ye.

Zu Wei in the crowd threw out a piece of talisman paper.

A green light enveloped Pan Ye.

In her field of vision, Pan Ye turned into a scorching red body. Although he was full of energy and blood, he still hadn't reached the level of an eighth-rank warrior, but after just one glance at this scene, Pan Ye was covered by a blue light. , nothing can be seen.

"This is……"

Deacon Jiang's eyes widened, and he looked at Zu Wei who was smiling beside Pan Ye.

The latter also waved to her.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

As a seventh-rank fusion monk, she can still judge whether she is an eighth-rank warrior or not. She retracted her gaze and announced:
"Li Wuchen wins and takes the entry spot."

"I don't agree!"

"That's enough. I can see better than you whether he is an eighth-rank or not. This person meets the competition standards. No noise is allowed."

Deacon Jiang glared at Li Yi fiercely, and signaled him not to make trouble again.

Li Yi drooped his head, and suddenly fell silent.

"Brother Pan, thank you very much, hahahaha."

The dazed Li Wuchen quickly cleared up his mood, showed a cheerful smile, and patted Pan Ye's shoulder heavily.

"Will it be a little high-profile?"

Old Zhang frowned.

"I don't want to either."

Pan Ye felt the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone around him, and smiled wryly. He originally wanted to stab Zhou Mo into a serious injury and make him lose his ability to fight. The scene was too bloody.

Now, in the eyes of these ordinary people, I can become a murderous pervert.

"Brother Pan, you are amazing."

Li Nian specially wore a red dress today. She was much more courageous than her elder brother. During the process of Pan Ye "dismembering" Zhou Mo just now, she still stared at him intently, and her heart was big enough.

Pan Ye showed a polite smile.

"Brother Li, I suggest retreating quickly."

"Yes, yes, let's go."

Seeing Li Yi's fire-breathing gaze, Li Wuchen was worried that something might happen, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

Just as they were about to leave, there was a voice of persuasion behind them.

"Several wait a moment."

Pan Ye looked back, but it was Deacon Na Jiang.

Li Wuchen went forward to say hello, but deacon Jiang ignored him, and his eyes fell on Zu Wei.

"Little brother, if you have time, why not come to my tide gate as a guest."

She smiled slightly, with a gentle voice, saluted Zu Wei, took out a jade tablet, and handed it to Zu Wei.

"I will definitely visit when I come back."

Zu Wei returned a salute.

"Brother Zu, you are very charming. Although Deacon Jiang is a bit older, judging by her figure and face, she is no worse than a young woman. Besides, she is honest with everyone."

Li Wuchen looked at the back of Deacon Jiang going away, and frowned, with an ambiguous expression on his face.

Not far away, Wu Yuanhui, the leader of the Yongfu Gang, stared at the backs of Pan Ye and the others, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Deacon Zhang knew the elegant meaning after hearing Xuange: Brother Wu, is there anything I can do for you? "

"Brother, please help me to check the identities of those people. It will be easier for you to check if you are a local snake."

"It's a small matter, leave it to me, let's go, the next thing is to find Deacon Jiang to talk about our cooperation."

(End of this chapter)