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

Prince Shiyu's illegitimate son, the young prince, is dead.

He was beaten to death in the black market.

In front of everyone in the black market.

In front of many second-level masters in the black market, he was beaten to death by Chu Qing.

The young prince is dead:

Chu Qing took Nangong and Cui Moyang and ran away.

While running away, he said to the two:

"Give me five pieces of Sun Gold and Moon Jade, and the fragment of the Eight Gods Hand!"

Nangong gave it to him immediately.

After kicking the Sun Gold and Moon Jade, he quickly flipped through the fragment of the Eight Gods Hand.

Then, the information was refreshed:

[Eight Gods Hand Thousand Arms Not Yet Entered! ]

The fragment of 100,000 black gold has only one move.

This made Chu Qing thank Qin Wushang.

That guy contributed three moves of the Eight Gods Hand in one breath.

If converted into black gold, it would be a full 300,000.

Qin Wushang, what a good man!

He gave the fragment to Nangong.

Chu Qing said:

"After killing the young prince, something strange appeared on my body!"

"I can't be with you!"

"I'll find a way to clean it up first!"

Nangong and Cui Moyang were worried and had to see if there was anything wrong with him.

Chu Qing opened his chest and saw a tattoo of a tiger sniffing a rose on his chest.

Cui Moyang was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

She didn't understand this thing.

Nangong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is the tracking mark of the alien!"

"As long as the distance with the alien exceeds ten thousand miles, the other party can't track it."

"Besides, you can also polish it with blood and energy little by little."

"Wait until the tattoo disappears completely, and it will be fine."

Chu Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Nangong, worthy of being a professional.

Although she has never surrounded and killed an alien.

But, she also knows a lot of information that outsiders don't know.

"The alien may have sent people to chase you; you have to run at least 20,000 miles."

"Only in this way can you be safe!"

Cui Moyang reminded on the side.

Chu Qing smiled.

It just so happened that he wanted to be promoted to the Great Master of Eight Divine Hands Sun and Moon, which required him to travel 30,000 miles day and night; this time, he could be promoted while running, which was great.

Moreover:

He also wanted to dig for a treasure on the way.

The treasure map given by the woman from Lianye Temple.

It is said that there is a tiger jade in it.

Tiger jade is one of the materials to become an alien.

Chu Qing also wanted to become an alien.

If I were an alien, I could easily erase this tracking mark!

He said goodbye to the two women in a hurry.

"Tell Madam Jin and Madam Shi that I'm going on a long journey."

"At least one day, at most the end of the year, I will definitely be back!"

The two women smiled bitterly.

It is really difficult to escape from being targeted by an alien.

They can accept that Chu Qing can come back after a year.

It is even possible that he will never come back in this life.

They sighed, watched Chu Qing go away, and then went to find the two ladies.

...

Swish!

Swish!

Chu Qing ran.

This time, because of the tracking mark, he was too lazy to hide himself, and ran directly at the speed of sound.

At this speed, he could run for days and nights without rest.

While running, he checked the new Eight God Hands moves.

[Eight God Hands Thousand Arms Not yet started - daily 100 exercises, 10,000 coppers for 10,000 exercises for 10,000 times to increase the progress! ]

[Promotion conditions - 1: Swing your arms 10 million times! ]

Chu Qing...

This condition doesn't seem to be high!

Swing your arms?

This is easy.

When I was practicing low-level boxing, I did it; I have experience.

Arrange!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Chu Qing swung his fists at a terrifying speed.

In one second, he could reach a terrifying 100 times!

It doesn't seem to take long to reach 10 million times!

Boom!

Boom!

Chu Qing ran wildly, while brushing the progress of Eight God Hands Thousand Arms.

…

Shiyu Palace:

When Chu Qing punched the thing out of the little prince's head, the princess knew instantly:

The little prince was dead.

She was an alien.

The mark on the little prince was made by Shiyu Wang.

Now, the little prince was dead.

The princess was quite happy.

Because:

She didn't like this illegitimate little prince very much.

When she first married, this little prince was only about ten years old, and he liked to stare at her lustfully.

Then, she hated and disliked him.

Although she was happy that the other party was dead, the procedures should still be followed.

She waited for a while, called a maid over, and said lazily: "Go, tell the prince that his illegitimate son was killed."

"Well, he died in the black market."

The maid widened her eyes and looked shocked.

The prince has had many children with other women over the years.

But, he only doted on the little prince the most.

It is said that:

This little prince was born to a special woman.

Moreover, the qualifications are quite good.

Except for a strange temper, it seems that there are no shortcomings.

Now, the person is gone?

How angry the prince must be!

The maid did not dare to delay, she went to find the prince.

Prince Shiyu, according to custom, entertained the guests.

A few days ago, some guests died.

The loss was a bit big.

He added some.

He observed every guest and wanted to know their purpose.

If there were beautiful women or even handsome men among the guests, he would pay extra attention and let the servants inspect them.

After some time, he took them into the room.

He was happy to see the guests drinking.

"Just fuck them, and they will be completely integrated into the palace!"

"When the time comes, I will let them do something."

"Restore the honor of the palace and suppress the matter of the butler being stabbed."

Just as he was imagining a bright future, he saw a maid coming over.

This maid was by the princess' side.

Although she was a maid, she was still extremely beautiful and had an extraordinary temperament.

Although she was wearing a wide skirt, her beautiful figure was still unstoppable.

She couldn't stop it at all.

Gulp!

King Shiyu swallowed his saliva.

He really wanted to get this maid.

Unfortunately...it's not the time yet.

However, this doesn't mind him fantasizing about it when he is with other girls.

"Prince, the little prince is dead!"

The maid spoke.

The voice was crisp.

But, it fell into King Shiyu's ears like a bolt from the blue, shocking and panicking.

At this moment, all his thoughts disappeared.

He stared at the maid, took a deep breath, and said seriously:

"What did you say?"

The maid said: "The young prince died; just now!"

"He died in the black market!"

King Shiyu was silent.

After a while, he waved his hand.

The maid quietly withdrew.

Then, King Shiyu looked at the hundreds of guests and suddenly laughed:

"Everyone, my favorite son is dead!"

"Tell me, what should I do?"

Plop!

Among the guests, several people came out and knelt on the ground.

They shouted and cried: "Prince, although you have lost a son, there are still thousands of people who want to be your sons!"

"Prince, I am willing to be your son."

"The kind of biological son!"

King Shiyu...speechless.

The other guests were in turmoil.

When they saw that King Shiyu didn't speak, they thought he had acquiesced.

Then:

Crashed!

A group of people knelt on the ground, shouting "Father".

King Shiyu laughed and said, "What a group of good sons and daughters!"

"Since you are so filial and eager to be my children, then I accept it!"

The guests were overjoyed.

Being King Shiyu's son... well, although there are a little more people.

But, if you tell others, it will be a face and status!

Even all kinds of resources are not lacking!

The next second, King Shiyu said calmly:

"My most beloved son died, and I need 1,800 children to bury him!"

"You... commit suicide and be buried with my son!"

Hundreds of guests were stunned.