The Stone Fairy Who Is Not Afraid of Thunder

"Want to leave? Give up! Now, even if you hand over the bear bile and kowtow a hundred times, the poor monk won't let you go!"

Pulin looked fierce.

"The poor monk originally planned to slowly process you after getting the bear bile!"

"But now, you have completely angered this poor monk. Even if I don't get bear bile, I will kill you first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he was already approaching. The two palms moved forward and back, and with the sound of fierce wind, they attacked.

Qin Shaochen let out a "hum", fearlessly, and used his "Fire Palm" with all his strength to attack.

In an instant, the two of them were punching, kicking, and elbowing each other, and they were fighting fiercely.

During the fierce battle, Pulin became more and more frightened as he fought!

He has been involved in martial arts for so many years, but he has never encountered a martial arts disciple who can block a martial arts master's attack head-on.

But Qin Shaochen became more excited and more confident the more he played!

Although at the beginning of the battle, he was a little confused. But soon, he stabilized his position and was able to counterattack a few times.

He found that although the monk's punches and kicks were slightly stronger than his palms, he could completely block them.

As time went by, the pressure became less intense.

Sometimes he takes the opportunity to counterattack, and the power of his palm can actually make Pulin take a step or two back!

After another fierce fight, he even felt that if the fight continued, he might have the upper hand.

Because, he had already seen that Pulin was out of breath and seemed to be a little exhausted.

But at this moment, he felt a chill in his heart!

Suddenly, he discovered that the fire spirit energy in his Dantian was a bit insufficient and was about to be exhausted.

Without the fire spirit, his "Fire Palm" would be far less powerful.

"What a pity!"

He sighed inwardly.

He immediately fought hard with Pulin and used the strength of the opponent's palm to break away from the battle group.

Then he turned around, walked through the woods without looking back, and disappeared.

Pulin gasped and shouted: "Don't leave, if you have the guts, fight for another three hundred rounds!"

Qin Shaochen ignored him and ran a hundred feet away.

Seeing that Pulin didn't catch up, he slowed down and stopped.

Adjust your breathing and regain your strength!

Although this battle ended with him withdrawing on his own initiative, in fact, it was not considered a defeat!

He had also realized that if he persisted for a little while longer, Pulin might be the first to lose his strength.

However, Qin Shaochen never believed that a martial artist had no means to save his life.

Qin Shaochen was deeply impressed by the iron pill Qi Mingyun threw at the last critical moment!

Even though he was as strong as a big black bear, he was injured even more by that iron pill. It was so miserable!

He doesn't want to face that dilemma!

After resting for a while, I felt that my physical strength was gradually recovering. Simply sit down cross-legged on the spot, use the Spirit Opening Technique, and start practicing on your own.

Seeing that the spiritual energy in his body was slowly recovering, he was in a good mood and worked harder.

After half an hour, he slowly stopped practicing.

Since the monk didn't come after him, he must have left.

After thinking about it, he decided to go back and bury the bear.

So he stood up and walked back.

Seeing that he was about to return to where he was, he stopped.

His keen hearing allowed him to hear that there was actually someone there.

Didn't Pulin leave?

This surprised him!

Half an hour has passed, what is that monk still doing there?

And the man didn't stay there quietly, but kept breathing loudly.

The sound of breathing was very strange.

Sometimes it's long, sometimes it's short, sometimes it's thick, sometimes it's thin, like a seriously ill patient lingering for breath.

What on earth is the great monk doing? Why does his breathing sound become so strange?

Could it be that he is practicing a strange internal skill?

Qin Shaochen's curiosity aroused, he walked lightly, quietly walked behind a big tree, and looked forward.

What he saw surprised him.

I saw Pulin Fu sitting on the ground, his face was red, his head was covered with sweat, his breathing was light and heavy, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

If this isn't a serious injury, what is it?

"He was actually seriously injured!"

Qin Shaochen was extremely surprised and thought it was too incredible.

Unable to hold it any longer, he came out of his hiding place.

Pulin opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Qin Shaochen appearing in front of him again. He was startled at first, and then a look of resentment appeared on his face.

"Who are you, and how can you master such vicious Poison Palm Kung Fu!"

"Poison! Are you poisoned?"

Qin Shaochen was shocked.

"You kid, you're acting stupid again!

Pulin's face, covered with sweat, twitched several times.

His voice also became intermittent.

"The antidote, give me the antidote quickly."

"I admit defeat. I shouldn't have snatched your bear bile or attacked you. Give me the antidote. Whatever you want!"

Qin Shaochen slowly shook his head.

"I don't have an antidote, and I don't know how to use poison."

Pulin seemed to be getting more and more desperate. He supported himself on the ground with one hand and took out everything in his arms with the other hand.

He grabbed a handful of banknotes from it.

"As long as you give me the antidote, these are all yours."

"When my poison is cured, I will give you more! Give me the antidote quickly!

Qin Shaochen sighed, looking helpless.

"I really don't have an antidote, and I don't know how to use poison. The poison you got has nothing to do with me!"

Prin's face froze for a moment, and he smiled bitterly, "The poison is on your palm, and it's none of your business?"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and yelled, "Boy, you are so fucking cruel! So fucking poisonous!"

After saying that, he seemed to have used up all his strength to pounce on him.

But his body collapsed to the ground after he had only pounced half a foot.

He was already breathing out more than breathing in.

After a while, he finally ran out of breath!

Qin Shaochen watched this scene silently, speechless.

After a long while, he raised his palms and looked at them carefully.

"Could it be that there is really poison on my hands?"

The palms were slender and powerful, and there was no abnormality at all.

He shook his head, trying to tell himself that the monk was talking nonsense!

But another idea came to his mind.

It's fire spirit energy!

The fire spirit energy merged into the Fiery Palm, not only greatly increased its power, but also could penetrate into the enemy's body and cause severe damage!

Only this possibility can explain all this!

He sighed and slowly put down his hands.

This matter could not be figured out for a while, so he could only put it aside temporarily.

After pondering for a moment, he drew out his single knife and dug another small pit next to the big pit.

Then he buried the big black bear and Prin separately.

There was also a pile of things left by Prin on the ground.

He picked out all the banknotes and silver. After a rough look, there were more than 400 taels of silver.

Naturally, all of them were put away.

The remaining other things were all gathered into a pile and buried in a small pit.

After finishing all this, seeing that it was almost Shen time, he did not dare to delay any more time. He returned to the cave, carried the bear paw on his back, and hurried back.

This hunting trip was very fruitful.

His martial arts reached the ninth level of martial arts apprentice in one fell swoop.

He also unexpectedly got several hundred taels of silver.

But because of Pulin's death, he always felt a little depressed.

After all, that was his first time to kill someone!

Although he killed an out-and-out villain, he still felt a little blocked in his heart and was not happy!

So, he kept on going.

When he arrived in Zhangjiajie, he quickened his pace and went straight back to his own courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw his younger sister sitting on a stone bench, in a daze.

Before he could speak, Qin Xiaoluo had seen Qin Shaochen.

After a moment of surprise, he was surprised. When he met him, his eyes were already red.

"Xiaoluo, what's wrong with you?" Qin Shaochen was stunned.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you cause trouble as soon as you entered the mountain, and make bad news to scare people!"

Qin Luo couldn't help wiping away tears, and then complained out loud.

"Don't worry! Don't you know your elder brother's ability? Once he got to the mountains, he was like a fish in water. What could happen?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that what they said was too scary! Moreover, too many people died this time, which made me panic!"

"What do you mean too many people died? How many people did the hunting team lose this time?"

Qin Shaochen walked into the house, took off the bag on his back and put it directly on the table.

Qin Xiaoluo also followed.

"I went to the second grandfather's house to inquire about the news, and I saw several coffins parked in the courtyard, and there were cries everywhere."

"I heard that six or seven people died in the second grandfather's house alone, and several hired helpers also died."

"Is uncle okay?"

"He is fine, but he can't find you anywhere, and he is also very worried. He is asking people everywhere to go into the mountains to look for your traces."

"You should go to uncle's house as soon as possible, so that he won't worry!"

Qin Shaochen nodded and handed the bag to Qin Luo.

He told her to keep it for now and not let anyone see it.

Then he changed his clothes and was about to go find his uncle.