Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

With bright eyes and white teeth, red lips and a beautiful nose, Fu Qian looked at the pretty face in front of him and suppressed the urge to flatten it with a slap.

"How about it?"

The next moment, the violence in his heart faded away.

Wen Li, who had been training hard for two days, looked over nervously.

"great progress."

I commented seriously before paying.

That's right, during these two days of leisurely life, Wenli gave full play to the talents inherited from capitalists, put them to their best use, and asked her to help hone her Wanhua Mirror.

In the past two days, this person's control ability has improved greatly. Even his own sanity was affected to a certain extent by the chaotic impact just now.

"It's just that the next time you face an opponent of a much higher level, you'd better use less anger."

"……OK."

Wen Li seemed to realize the danger and stuck out her tongue in fear.

"Anyway, if you use this technique against opponents of the same level, it should be very effective."

Fu Qian waved his hand at her.

"You go back first."

"OK."

Although he was kicked out of his own land, Wen Li was not displeased at all and stood up with a brisk tone.

"Then no matter what noise you hear later, don't come out."

…

Wen Li's body froze for a moment, and she subconsciously looked around, but she didn't find anything strange.

Without asking any more questions, she glanced at Fu Qian and quietly left.

After witnessing this scene, Fu Qian just sat there quietly without moving.

And almost less than ten seconds after she left, the knock on the door rang again.

"Please come in."

I shouted before paying.

The door opened in response, and a figure stood there silently, without saying a word.

He was a middle-aged man with a strong build, whose specific age could not be determined, and his dark face was expressionless.

Just standing there exuded an unspeakable chilling air, like the embodiment of power and destruction.

Is this the power of an angel? It feels a little bit worse.

The other party didn't speak, and Fu Qian wasn't in a hurry to speak. Instead, he looked up and down with interest.

In the middle of talking to Wen Li just now, a feeling of extreme danger suddenly appeared, so Wen Li was asked to go back first.

Of course this is not Ariel, but even if he is not a divine envoy, it is not very different.

From a purely physical point of view, this person is not too exaggerated, but the power contained in his body is absolutely terrifying.

With those slender and strong arms, Fu Qian had no doubt that he could punch through his own body.

What a walking murder weapon! Compared with him, the old man who beat the wall before was not even a jellybean.

Fu Qian sighed and nodded.

This kind of character is a bit troublesome to kill.

"Fang Xun?"

At this time, the person outside the door finally spoke, his voice was deep and deep.

"It can be."

Fu Qian let out a breath, these words are true.

"Please come in."

The middle-aged man snorted and walked directly into the room without any courtesy.

However, instead of finding a place to sit down, he came directly to Fu Qian and looked at him condescendingly with a deep gaze.

"It's quite strong."

After a few seconds, the man spoke again.

Do you want to be criticized after you have just reviewed others?

"Thanks for the compliment."

Fu Qian responded feebly.

"It's a pity that you have such a bad temper, act unscrupulously, and regard rules as nothing. People like you are often more dangerous and uncontrollable factors."

"I'll be embarrassed if you keep praising me like this."

Fu Qian had an understatement on his face.

He had heard words like this countless times over the years. Just as this person's praise could not stir up even a single ripple, accusations had no effect either.

snort!

Seeing that Fu Qian was completely in a state of not being afraid of boiling water, the middle-aged man snorted loudly again.

The next moment, Fu Qian felt that the light in the room dimmed a little.

On the middle-aged man's dark face, golden-red ravines snaked out.

The ravines are connected with each other, forming a mysterious and mysterious pattern, like a golden blood flowing all over.

Not only that, with a burst of squirming, the middle-aged man stretched and swam strangely like muscles made of steel.

One after another, the extra arms stretched out, and wherever they touched, the clothes were instantly destroyed by the invisible force.

"You know nothing about power."

After the transformation, the middle-aged man made a sound like gold and iron.

"You think I really won't kill you?"

Is this the legendary mythical form?

Not paying any attention to the other party's death announcement, Fu Qian looked at the body in front of him that no longer looked like a human being with an excited expression.

Strictly speaking, judging from the appearance alone, whether it is the tentacles or armor used before, this form is far less inhuman than my own, but there is actually an essential difference between the two.

In his perception, what the middle-aged man is showing now is a highly condensed state of sublimation, a manifestation similar to the essence of power.

Although he has used his skills to perform mythical level attacks many times, this is the first time he has faced it head-on.

The golden-red texture all over the body seemed to form invisible tides, impacting the mind.

If this was before the demigod, he would have already started losing sanity.

Looking at the middle-aged man who looked like a god descending to earth, Fu Qian shook his head as if nothing had happened.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, how do you want to die? Considering your strength, I will have fewer options for you."

"You think I'm kidding you?"

The middle-aged man's voice was cold as his eyes shining with golden red light stared at Fu Qian.

The next moment, he punched directly.

Seemingly spanning time and space, the moment the punch was launched, he was already in front of Fu Qian.

However, at this time, a bright crystallized spear also appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

This is……

The middle-aged man wanted to ignore this thing, but his intuition told him that the terrifying destructive power contained in this blood-colored crystal could not be ignored even by a mythical body.

Subconsciously, several arms grabbed the crystallized spear, while the hand that punched was still forward.

Unexpectedly, the opponent did not take the opportunity to dodge, but instead came forward with the same heavy black fist.

Bang!

The next moment, a cloud of blood mist burst out from Fu Qian's body, and the patterns on the middle-aged man's body were also agitated.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Using the force of the recoil, he dodged back and shouted towards the door.

"Okay two, please stop!"

Before he finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded outside the door, and Yuan Shan walked in with a look of helplessness.

As she entered the door, the middle-aged man finally stopped moving.

"The one you shook?"

Fu Qian looked at Yuan Shan.

"Well... I happen to be nearby. After understanding the situation, I must come over. There is nothing I can do."

Yuan Shan whispered.

"All right."

Fu Qian took a look and saw that the middle-aged man had sat down beside him. The golden-red texture on his body had dissipated and his extra arm had been retracted.

Once you reach this level, can you freely control the mythical form?

He said silently before paying.

"I'm really sorry. What I just said is true. This person has a bad temper. If I try to stop him, it might have the opposite effect."

There was some silence before seeing him. Yuan Shan thought he was still a little unhappy, so she explained seriously.

She was indeed a little embarrassed at this moment, after all, Fu Qian had to cooperate with her in many things.

"It doesn't matter."

I didn’t take it seriously before paying.

"What I just said is true."