Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

After Han Yi's previous gloves had a chip, he sent them to Baibao Pavilion to have Master Lu repair them again.

Since it was about to be repaired, in order to increase the sturdiness and lethality of the gloves, he specifically asked Master Lu to add something.

For example, the gloves have a row of punches integrated into them!

These punches were made from leftover scraps from the last time the Black Iron Sword was cast. These scraps were extremely hard, and it took Master Lu a lot of effort and materials to turn them into molten iron!

Otherwise, just repairing the gloves would cost so much money!

When they fought just now, Han Yi had already tested out that although the Qingliu Sword was a treasure, it seemed to be almost the same hardness as the Black Iron Sword.

So, at the moment when Song Qing's long sword struck, he used a punch made of the same material as the Black Iron Sword to fight against the Qingliu Sword.

As he expected, the unknown material of meteorite iron and sapphire sword combined into one was very hard!

The next moment, Han Yi threw away the Qingliu Sword and punched Song Qing in the face. If this punch was real, it would definitely make Song Qing's head explode!

People who practice martial arts have strong blood and strong energy. It is normal for them to make plans whenever they disagree.

Han Yi is also a warrior after all. Although he usually tries to stay calm, cautious and careful,

But now, his heart was still burning with rage. This was the first time that he had been so embarrassed in this battle with Song Qing!

He didn't care anymore, got angry, became cruel in his heart, and carried out a fatal blow.

Bang!

The chair Elder Song was sitting on suddenly turned into sawdust. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he was about to rush into the ring.

"Sit peacefully, Song Wei!"

Elder Li waved his right hand and held Elder Song in place. Then, he lightly pressed his left hand on the table. It seemed like an ordinary action. The gold-painted tea bowl placed on the table seemed to be held by invisible ropes. It was like hanging up, floating directly in the air.

Elder Li took the tea bowl with his left hand and handed it to Elder Song.

"Haha, calm down, drink some tea, and don't get involved in juniors' fights!"

"Li, Cheng, Feng!"

Elder Song's eyes were filled with fire, he gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

“Song Wei, do you want to make a gesture?

"I wonder how your practice of 'Yinliu Jin' is going... Don't be like last time, lying in bed for months without being able to get out of bed!"

Elder Li said sadly.

Jingle, jingle.

The tea bowl in his left hand suddenly started to boil, and the rapidly heating hot water turned into steam and lifted the lid of the tea bowl.

"..."

Elder Song stopped talking, sat down, and stared at the ring.

The 'Yinliu Jin' he practiced was originally restrained by the 'Fire Fire Jin' practiced by Li Chengfeng. He was injured in a fight three years ago and it took him a long time to fully recover.

Now, he felt the heat of the tea bowl in his hand, and it seemed that he was no longer Li Chengfeng's opponent...

The joy on Elder Li's face became more and more intense, while the expression on Elder Song's face became more and more gloomy.

At this time, Song Qing had no time to dodge, and he mustered up his energy and blood. The strength of the powerful blood refining period warrior fully exploded, and he faced Han Yi head-on.

When practicing martial arts, you must first practice boxing. Fists are the basic skills of every martial artist. Although he was robbed of the opportunity, Song Qing was a beat late when he shot. In his haste, although he was completely at a disadvantage in terms of speed, his power should not be underestimated.

At the moment when the two fists were about to meet, Han Yi tilted his head, and the hand holding the sword suddenly pulled out the Qingliu Sword again, suddenly accelerated and changed directions, and the speed exceeded Song Qing's reaction.

Phew!

Han Yi struck Song Qing's chest hard with his sword, but what he didn't want to make was not the sound of flesh being cut, but the sound of a sharp weapon piercing a pile of cotton.

boom!

Fortunately, the power of the Black Iron Sword was still there. The moment Song Qing was struck, his body flew out like an electric shock and landed on the edge of the ring with a bang.

Song Qing's lake blue robe was completely torn apart, revealing soft armor that exuded a faint glow.

"This Song Qing is really a wealthy man. He just holds a treasured weapon, the 'Green Willow Sword', and he's also wearing treasured armor!"

Under the ring, the onlookers' disciples cursed one after another as if they had eaten lemons.

It's no wonder that their red eyes glowed with citric acid, "One armor carries three crossbows, and three armors go to the underworld." Even ordinary armor is strictly controlled by the government and is prohibited from being sold, let alone soft armor of the treasure level.

Moreover, among the treasures, offensive treasures are the most common and easy to refine, but defensive treasures are extremely rare. Defensive treasures of the same level are at least three to five times more expensive than offensive treasures!

Song Qing was wearing a treasure in an upright manner. Thinking about it with his toes, he knew it must be Elder Song's idea.

Although everyone in the audience did not report the illegal armor, they still felt sour in their hearts and could only lament Elder Song's love for licking the calf.

"The gloves in Han Yi's hands are not ordinary..."

Some sharp-eyed disciples saw that after Han Yi's spiked fist collided with the Qingliu Sword, there was no damage, and they suddenly felt like a fight between gods.

"Hiss...

"Han Yi is so insidious!"

At the edge of the ring, Song Qing screamed in pain. When he lowered his head, he saw that there were several blood holes between the fingers of his fist. His entire arm was hanging limply on the ground. It was obvious that his left arm was useless.

The soft armor he was wearing also dimmed a bit, and where the black iron sword hit it, the edge turned up, revealing a few strands of gold.

Song Qing thought he was already insidious enough, but he didn't expect that today, he would be blinded by geese after hunting geese all day!

On the other side, Han Yi frowned after seeing the soft armor under Song Qing's clothes. This Song Qing was too shameless. He had never seen a weapon of the treasure level, and Song Qing had two on him. I wonder if Song Qing has other good things on him!

Recently, Han Yi just spent a lot of money to repair his boxing gloves. He eats with Bai Sanren and Qianxue every day, plus daily practice, the expenses are very high, and he doesn't have much money on him!

"Why not take the opportunity to rob Song Qing..."

I don't know why, since Han Yi got used to touching corpses to make money, he always has this strange idea.

He shook his head quickly. This is in public, and his image is important!

"No matter what, let's deal with Song Qing first!"

Boom!

Han Yi's leg power suddenly exploded. If he didn't move, it was fine. But once he moved, he was as powerful as an eagle, and his footsteps made the ring rumble.

The 'Flying Swallow Kick', which originally required agility like a swallow, became like a ferocious eagle when it was performed on him, choosing someone to devour!