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

The young man playing the piano had a serious expression and stepped back.

As far as he knew:

Master Ziqing had a hot temper and great ability.

Although he was not active in the Great Zhou.

But:

Many masters of his time in the Great Zhou were a little afraid of him.

Because:

Master Ziqing was really scary.

Master Ziqing laughed.

He gently stroked his beard and sighed, "How many years have passed? No one has talked to me like this for a long time!"

"You young man...you have average ability, but you are very brave!"

As he spoke, his voice gradually became louder, and he said sternly:

"Although my foundation is not as good as yours!"

"But, I have come to this day step by step!"

"Under each of my footprints, there is a skeleton."

"What qualifications and abilities do you have to dare to talk to me like this?"

At this point, Master Ziqing's face was distorted.

He roared, "Do you think you are a ghost or god?"

"Even if you are a ghost or god, I don't care!"

"All living beings worship ghosts and gods!"

"I worship myself!"

After a while, his expression was calm, and he said indifferently: "Young man, how do you want to die?"

"I am kind-hearted, more kind-hearted than other people in the Demon Palace!"

"As long as you say it, I will arrange it clearly for you!"

At this time:

Although Taoist Ziqing's expression was calm, he even smiled.

But his momentum has been infinitely raised.

His momentum is like a mountain, like an abyss.

Staring at him is like staring at ghosts and gods.

In the eyes of the young man playing the piano, Taoist Ziqing is like a little giant.

And he is like a little baby.

At this moment:

The young man playing the piano knew that Chu Qing was dead.

And he died miserably.

However, Chu Qing smiled.

Taoist Ziqing's momentum is terrible.

However:

He doesn't care at all.

He kills enemies like cutting grass, and countless geniuses are crushed by him.

Even the elites of the Lian family were beaten to death by him.

He suppressed the genius like Gong Wudi.

He dared to kill the son of King Shiyu.

He was not afraid of heaven or earth.

He was not afraid of anything.

The aura of Taoist Ziqing could make others worship him or even kneel down.

But he was fearless.

"I like kind people the most!"

"I want to kill you and rule the world."

"Then, in endless happiness, tired to death!"

"Can you help me do it?"

Click!

The aura of Taoist Ziqing, which was constantly rising, came to an abrupt end.

The natives of Daqian didn't care about his aura?

He was fearless?

How did he do it?

How could he resist my aura?

I am not afraid of ghosts and gods!

All living beings worship ghosts and gods, but I worship myself.

My realm is stronger than those who have broken through the third limit.

It is more terrifying than those geniuses who have set foot on the road to heaven.

Even the Palace Master praised my aura.

He said that my aura can crush all invincible auras.

Chu Qing... is just a native... How can he compete with my aura?

Why can he compete?

At this time:

Chu Qing's aura is released.

He bathes in a mountain of corpses and changes clothes in a sea of ​​blood.

He kills the sons of noble families and blows up the geniuses.

He despises everything.

Even the aura of not believing in ghosts and gods, all erupts at this moment.

"You want to suppress me with your aura?"

"Really... daydreaming!"

Chu Qing walked towards the self-invited Taoist priest step by step.

"You worship ghosts and gods, which means you worship yourself?"

"Hehe... I don't even believe in ghosts and gods!"

"You are not as good as me!"

The next second, he made a move.

The Tyrant Spear swung, a little cold light, and snatched out the dragon.

At the same time:

He also activated the Eight Gods Hand Thousand Arms.

At this moment, he used the strongest killing move.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Endless killings, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, made his killing intent like a raging flood, ready to smash mountains and fill up the abyss.

Taoist Ziqing laughed in anger.

He waved his whisk to block the shadows of guns in the sky.

Ding Ding Dang Dang!

The two fought and collided.

In just a moment, Taoist Ziqing's face changed slightly.

Because:

Chu Qing's spearmanship was too violent and too domineering.

What's more terrifying is:

Super fast speed.

Although his foundation is not as good as Tianjiao, every realm has reached the silver level.

His bones, flesh, internal organs, and fur are half a step to the gold level.

His realm has even reached the third limit.

He felt that killing Chu Qing was like killing a child: easy and simple.

But:

Why is there such a big gap between reality and imagination?

The whisk waved wildly.

However:

Chu Qing's spear became more and more powerful.

Moreover, he also found that Chu Qing's expression was more excited.

Nima.

Something is wrong.

This is definitely not normal.

Why is he so excited?

Chu Qing is excited.

Because:

The third progress of the Eight Gods Hand Thousand Arms, which had been stagnant for a long time, finally moved at this time.

Thousand Arms cannot be defended!

He tried various methods to achieve this condition, but there was no movement.

However, when fighting with Taoist Ziqing, the information was refreshed.

There was movement.

[Thousand Arms cannot be defended +1]

[Thousand Arms cannot be defended +1]

Ziqing, every time you block a round of his attack, the information will be refreshed.

And a round of attack is a set of Overlord Spear moves.

Overlord Spear, 108 moves.

With the blessing of Thousand Arms, he can do it once in one second.

The speed is so fast that it is quite shocking.

Most geniuses can't block it.

But:

Ziqing blocked it.

"Good!"

"It feels good!"

"Come on, keep it up!"

Chu Qing was excited and couldn't help shouting.

Ziqing looked ugly.

He felt that Chu Qing was testing him.

He was angry and roared.

Want to use me to brush moves? You're looking for death.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

Ziqing's stomach rumbled.

His belly was sometimes as big as a millstone, and sometimes returned to normal.

There were thunder and other sounds rumbling in his stomach.

Boom!

Boom!

Ziqing's whisk was waving faster and more fiercely.

The whipping on the Tyrant Spear actually made the spear tremble.

Chu Qing's eyeballs shrank.

How did Taoist Ziqing become so strong?

What happened to his stomach?

The young man playing the piano on the side changed his face slightly:

"Golden Toad Secret!"

"Chu Qing, run away!"

"Taoist Ziqing's Golden Toad Secret can double the power of all realms within the first limit."

"It can increase the power of the second limit by half!"

"The power of the third limit is one-third!"

"You can't stop it!"

Taoist Ziqing glared at the young man playing the piano.

His secret characteristics are no longer a secret in the Great Zhou.

But, for people like Chu Qing, it is still a secret.

And he, relying on this secret, with ordinary background, fought against those geniuses.

How many years have I not used this secret in a fight?

Now, to kill a small native, I still have to use the secret?

Shame!

Unfortunately, my first limit is not enough; otherwise, any of the characteristics of the second and third limits can easily crush him.

The most important thing for a warrior is the first limit.

And his first limit is not enough.

Now, I have to rely on the strongest secret to suppress Chu Qing.

It will be embarrassing if it gets out.

The more Taoist Ziqing thought about it, the angrier he became, and the whisk in his hand swung more fiercely.

However:

Chu Qing was not afraid.

"Old Taoist, you can't do it!"

"The difference in foundation is a world of difference!"

"It's the difference between life and death!"

"Give me the secret, and I will let you live!"

"Otherwise... you will die!"

Taoist Ziqing roared and attacked more fiercely.

One minute...

Five minutes...

Ten minutes...

The Taoist temple collapsed, and the two rushed to the street. Wherever they passed, houses collapsed and bluestone roads exploded. It was hard to tell who was the winner!