The meat shield of the era of aura recovery

Chapter 82 Meteorite Stick

"I was thinking of quietly wiping your neck clean, but I didn't expect you to find a clean place yourself."

The man with the scar has a lot of interest in Lin Xiaoqiang. Just because Lin Xiaoqiang won last year's champion in martial arts with full marks in all subjects, it is already amazing enough, not to mention that Zhu Ziwen was defeated by Lin Xiaoqiang.

"I want to try your kid's skills!"

The man with the scar snarled, and then he stepped forward, his palms were like sharp knives, and a silver light slashed towards Lin Xiaoqiang's head like a blanket of silver light.

"Body Refinement?"

Lin Xiaoqiang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the scarred man would be in the same martial arts as him. Lin Xiaoqiang wanted to try the real thing about the scarred man.

"Broken Mountain!"

Lin Xiaoqiang's right fist flashed golden light, and he stepped forward without retreating.He punched in an unstoppable manner, ignoring the incoming knife palm, and saw a golden light blooming on the scarred man's chest, and there was a muffled drumming sound.

"Dry!"

Lin Xiaoqiang's punch was only as powerful as the man with the scar, but he still couldn't bear the blow, and a mouthful of blood rushed from his throat.

"Sure enough, he is a body-refining warrior, and his defense is far higher than that of a spirit-shaping warrior."

Lin Xiaoqiang admired secretly.

The scarred man covered the wound on his chest, and quickly took a pill of Qi and blood, and the blood and Qi that had been disrupted by Lin Xiaoqiang's punch all over his body returned to normal within a few breaths.

"Is this really a punch from a fourth-rank martial artist?"

Judging from the information given by Ye Yushu, Lin Xiaoqiang's strength is indeed only at the level of a fourth-rank martial artist, and the same is true when he personally inspected Lin Xiaoqiang's level.

Previously, he was still wondering why most of the elites from their incompetent gods were needed to solve a fourth-rank warrior. He didn't wake up until he was punched by Lin Xiaoqiang just now.

What shocked Huba the most was why the palm he just slashed had no effect on Lin Xiaoqiang, and even his body shape didn't shake at all.

At the same time, how could there be such a big difference between body refiners!
"It seems that you kid has hidden a lot of strength."

Huba said coldly, scrutinizing Lin Xiaoqiang with vicious eyes like a wolf.

"Hehe, do you still want to come to recruit?"

If Lin Xiaoqiang had no strength, would he choose such a place to fight them?
The two palms that Huba slashed just now were not small, but to Lin Xiaoqiang, they were just a systematic ding-dong.

"Experience value +18!"

Huba, the most powerful elder brother among them, couldn't stand Lin Xiaoqiang's punch, and suddenly became a little impatient, afraid of any accident, they came forward one by one, wanting to have a group fight.

However, the arrogant Huba still refuses, can a kid with no hair grow up to fly into the sky?
"Let me see if I can take this move!"

As the words fell, Huba's spiritual power surged in both arms, and his qi and blood rushed like a wave. He took out a meteorite stick, a second-grade spiritual weapon, from the space ring.

The meteorite stick alone weighs about three hundred catties, in order to enhance its lethality, Huba specially asked Ye Yushu to incorporate a cracked iron stone into it, so that it can exert a thousand catties of extra force when the opponent is fighting.

"Falling Thunder!"

Huba shouted loudly, and the spiritual power of both arms poured into the meteorite stick immediately. The jet-black meteorite stick seemed to wake up, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

"This stick will make you minced meat!"

With the blessing of the big killer meteorite stick, Huba is full of confidence. There are no fewer than five fourth-rank warriors who hate his meteorite stick. Lin Xiaoqiang can die on his meteorite stick today. You will not be lonely on the road to Huangquan.

Huba held a hundred-jin meteorite stick in his hand, and his speed did not decrease by half. He was as fast as a monkey, and he was in front of Lin Xiaoqiang in the blink of an eye. The force of a thousand catties strikes, once it falls, the brains will splatter.

"Carry the mountain!"

The golden spiritual power in Lin Xiaoqiang's palm has turned into a halo, like a cloud of sacred mist, blocking the falling thunder power.

"Ding! Experience +35!"

When Lin Xiaoqiang confronted the meteorite stick again, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and shouldered the powerful thunderbolt on his shoulder.

The only thing that made Lin Xiaoqiang feel uncomfortable was that a huge boulder seemed to be suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, causing him to fall towards that end.

"good chance!"

Huba has so much experience in fighting, no matter how much damage that stick caused Lin Xiaoqiang, as long as Lin Xiaoqiang showed his weakness, he would bite off a piece of flesh.

The meteorite stick has been trained by Huba to be extremely proficient, and Huba can still use the heavy meteorite stick at will. The meteorite stick was quickly drawn back, aiming at Lin Xiaoqiang's unsuspecting neck and smashing it.

"Fire stick!"

The speed is staggering, like a rattlesnake biting away fiercely, and the meteorite stick exudes hot fire.

boom!
How difficult it is to sneak attack Lin Xiaoqiang, Lin Xiaoqiang exerted all his strength, his legs stabilized his figure like twisted roots of an old tree, and his big golden hands grabbed the meteorite stick with a single stroke like a chestnut in the fire. The golden spiritual power and the hot When the stick collided, sparks flew everywhere.

"It's so much fun!"

Huba laughed sinisterly, the scar running through half of his face was like a huge centipede crawling on his face, very penetrating.

"This spirit weapon is interesting!"

Lin Xiaoqiang also echoed. He deliberately resisted the previous stick, wanting to see how powerful the spiritual weapon was, but it actually increased his experience points by 35 points.

"I've taken a fancy to this thing!"

Such an astonishingly powerful second-grade spiritual weapon would be buried in Huba's hands, so it's better to let Lin Xiaoqiang accept it.

You want my life, Lin Xiaoqiang, and I'm fair, as long as you charge a second-grade spirit weapon as the price.

With both hands exerting strength again, one hand held onto the scorching stick and refused to let go, one step forward, another blow of carrying the mountain roared at Huba's chest.

"You fucking dare!"

Dare to snatch his spirit weapon in front of his face, do you really think that I am a fifth-rank warrior who can eat soft food?
He cursed angrily, but he didn't dare to take Lin Xiaoqiang's punch. He moved his body back and opened the distance from Lin Xiaoqiang, and the meteorite stick in his hand flew towards him.

"change!"

Huba shouted angrily, and the meteorite stick in his hand spun violently, forcing Lin Xiaoqiang to let go.

"Laozi asked you to pick up my meteorite stick!"

Lin Xiaoqiang is the only one who can resist his thunder and fire stick one after another. For others, Huba might consider group fights or retreat tactically, but the one in front of him is stronger than him. A fourth-rank martial artist who is a few years younger, how can he bear this breath, not to mention that he loves to gnaw on such hard bones.

Huba who pulled back the meteorite stick, his power increased greatly, his arms grew longer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he didn't stop until he was standing enough to touch his knees.

(End of this chapter)