Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

Neither Nangong nor Ji Moyang believed Chu Qing's words.

Chu Qing didn't explain either.

At this moment, he swallowed the secret medicine and began to practice the golden bones.

Before he was proficient in the Black Water Secret Technique, it would take him ten hours to practice a black gold bone.

Practice up to two exercises a day.

The remaining time is spent restoring the foundation.

This efficiency is already too high for Jie Moyang and Nangong to imagine.

However:

Chu Qing is still not satisfied.

He crazily improved the state of the top black water bone refining method.

Hope the efficiency can be higher.

now:

The top black water bone refining method has finally reached the proficiency level, and now he has swallowed the secret medicine, and the efficiency of golden bone training has been greatly improved.

Crack!

A bone is broken.

Then, the secret medicine takes effect and the black water bone refining method produces power.

In one hour, the advancement rate increased by a little more than 20.

"The top secret technique at the proficiency level, after swallowing the secret medicine, is far more terrifying than the proficiency level."

"I just don't know how powerful it will be after it is completed."

Dacheng needs to drink 30 tons of black cold water.

It seems like a huge amount, but it’s actually very simple.

"After returning to Shiji Mountain tomorrow, we must complete this promotion condition as soon as possible."

One hour……

three hours……

Chu Qing was late at night.

However, Zheng Toxiang was fierce and still urged the rebels to attack Shijishan.

Wow!

Chu Qing stood up, stretched out his hands, and said to Jie Moyang and Nangong:

"Wear armor for me!"

Ji Moyang remained silent and helped him put on his armor.

Nangong rolled his eyes and muttered: "You still treat me as a slave girl?"

Chu Qing smiled and said, "Can you do what the slave girl does?"

Nangong was stunned for a moment and spat.

On the side, Mo Yang said coldly: "Don't think too much."

"Waiting for you to come back alive tonight!"

She was really worried.

because:

The rebel camp was really heavily guarded.

Moreover, they are all elite.

Not to mention alone; even if it is a group of people, fighting in and getting out alive depends on luck.

But:

But Chu Qing decided to do this.

It's really...dangerous.

tread! tread! tread!

Chu Qing wore heavy armor, then moved his limbs, wrapped iron chains around his body, and began to charge.

at first:

His steps were light.

However, as the running speed increased, the sound of footsteps became heavier.

Ten meters later:

His footsteps sounded like a normal person.

One hundred meters later:

After urging Moyang and Nangong, they could still hear the heavy footsteps.

at this time:

Rebel camp: Sentinels on alert with strange expressions:

"Hey, did you hear any strange noises?"

Someone nodded and said, "I heard it!"

"It seems like the earth dragon has turned over?"

At this time, the experienced rebel changed his face and said, "No, this is the sound of footsteps."

"At least it's a charge by a hundred-man heavy-armored elite squad."

"It's so scary. Their footsteps are exactly the same."

"Quick, blow the trumpet!"

Someone grabbed the horns around his waist and was about to play, when he heard the footsteps getting faster and faster.

The next second, the night seemed to be torn apart.

Then, they saw a young man wearing heavy armor tearing through the night like a black cloth and rushing out with endless killing intent.

boom!

The heavily armored young man ran straight into an unlucky guy.

In just an instant, the unlucky guy was knocked into a bloody mist.

This heavily armored young man is none other than Chu Qing.

He yelled, pretending to be a rebel, and yelled:

"Run away quickly, the enemy is coming."

"There are enemies everywhere!"

"escape!"

Chu Qing, directed and acted by herself.

Create an atmosphere of panic.

At the same time, he ran faster.

He pushed forward the brutal collision with all his strength and continued to advance.

boom!

boom!

The rebels were crushed.

Hit the brazier.

Crash the tent.

Knock off antlers.

As he ran and hit, he yelled: "Kill!"

"escape!"

"Zheng Toxiang is dead!"

Military camps are the easiest place to roar.

At this time, Chu Qing was yelling again and madly shouting that Zheng Toxiang was dead.

Then:

The rebel camp roared.

Chinese military account:

Zheng Toxiang woke up immediately.

He was fully clothed, and when he saw that the soldiers carrying the flag were panicked, he roared angrily.

Then, he personally carried the banner and shouted:

"Zheng Toxiang is here; who dares to come and fight?"

"Zheng Toxiang is here, who dares to kill me?"

He waved the flag and shouted wildly.

Only then did the soldiers of Yingxiao stabilize.

More and more soldiers gathered around him.

Zheng Toixiang sneered and said: "Chu Qing is nothing more than that. He wants to attack the camp at night?"

He looked around and saw a line of blood running around in the fireworks.

Master.

The other party is definitely a master.

But, so what?

Zheng Tuxiang sneered and said: "Give me the order: The Ninth Sword and Shield Team, go to the southwest and kill the invading enemies!"

He waved the military flag.

There were warriors wearing leather armor and holding large shields that were as tall as one person. They formed a shield formation and rushed towards Chu Qing.

Not long after, there was a messenger, galloping on horseback, saying loudly:

"Report, General, something bad happened. After the sword and shield soldiers blocked the attackers, the attackers were ferocious and terrifying. They smashed the big shields and knocked all the brothers into blood mist."

Zheng Tuxiang was furious, waved the military flag, and even beat the messenger alive.

"Pass my order - order the heavy armored soldiers to go and stop them."

"Remember, no mercy!"

A messenger said excitedly: "Yes!"

Trample! Trample! Trample!

The messenger whistled away.

Not long after, an armored army of 300 people rushed towards Chu Qing like a torrent of steel.

In the distance, shouts of killing and the sound of metal colliding were heard.

Zheng Zhixiang was restless, his fingers were on the flagpole, pressing a few fingerprints.

A few minutes later:

The collision of metal and iron weakened a lot.

The shouts of killing also weakened.

Some soldiers said excitedly: "The attacker must have been killed."

Zheng Zhixiang was worried.

Trample! Trample! Trample!

The war horses were galloping, and a messenger came whistling, rolled off the horse, and kowtowed:

"General, three hundred elite armored soldiers blocked the attackers and were about to kill them, but the attackers were shameless and used the elite armored soldiers as weapons to smash and destroy everything."

"Brothers couldn't bear to fight back, but they were killed by the attackers."

At this point, the messenger asked for credit and said, "But, there is also good news."

Zheng Zhixiang's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "What good news?"

The other generals also listened frantically.

The messenger said proudly, "Although many brothers died, we learned that the attacker was - Chu Qing!"

Bang!

Zheng Zhixiang was angry and crushed the flagpole as thick as a bowl.

Then he picked up half of the flagpole and smashed the messenger.

"What nonsense!"

"My elite armored soldiers are unparalleled in the world!"

"Who can kill them?"

The soldiers around were trembling and dared not speak.

Hundreds of elite armored soldiers died before the attacker's name was known.

If this gets out, it will be a disgrace.

Zheng Zhixiang looked grim and shouted:

"Pass my order, order Jianghu Sanren to kill Chu Qing at all costs!"

"Pass my order, order - crossbowmen, shoot Chu Qing!"

"Pass my order, order - strongmen to throw ropes to entangle Chu Qing!"

"Pass my order, order - cavalry charge, kill Chu Qing!"

Orders were issued one after another.

The military camp that had just stabilized was in turmoil again.

There were military mobilizations everywhere.

Many rebels were even more panicked when they saw the military flags that were shorter than usual.

However:

Under the prestige of Zheng Zhixiang, the army was in operation.

Soon, a messenger came whistling:

"General, archers are shooting Chu Qing!"

Zheng Zhixiang said happily: "Probe again and report again!"

"General, Jianghu Sanren is already in place!"

Zheng Zhixiang sneered: "Probe again and report again!"

"General, the cavalry is charging!"

Zheng Zhixiang laughed up to the sky: "Several hundred cavalry are charging, even I can't stop them."

"Chu Qing--finished!"

Trample! Trample! Trample!

The messenger, who was far away, fell off his horse and yelled:

"General, first when the crossbowmen shot Chu Qing, he killed them all with his chain gun; then when the strongmen arrived, they were knocked into a ball of blood mist by Chu Qing; after the cavalry arrived, Chu Qing ran around the camp, and his tents were smashed by his own cavalry."

Zheng Zhixiang grabbed half of the military flag and waved it a few times, but didn't hit anyone.

Then, after a moment of silence, he said faintly: "Where are my Jianghu Wanderers?"

Messenger: "Uh... General, they are still wandering around, looking for an opportunity."

Poof!

Zheng Zhixiang vomited blood.