Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 270
With bright eyes and white teeth, red lips and nose, Fu Qian looked at the pretty face in front of him, and suppressed the urge to slap her flat.

"How about it?"

The next moment, the inner violence faded away.

After two days of hard training, Wen Li looked over with a nervous expression.

"improved greatly."

Fu Qian gave a serious review.

That's right, in these two days of leisurely life, Wen Li gave full play to the talents of the capitalists and made the best use of them. Please help me sharpen her Wanhua Mirror.

And after these two days, this man's control power has improved quite a lot, and even his sanity has been affected to a certain extent under the impact of the chaos just now.

"It's just that the next time you face an opponent whose level is too high, you should reduce the emotion of anger."

"……OK."

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

"Anyway, if you use this trick to deal with opponents of the same level, it should already be very effective."

Fu Qian waved his hand at her.

"You go back first."

"Ok."

Although she was chased away on her own land, Wen Li was not unhappy, and stood up briskly.

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

……

Wen Li's body froze for an instant, and she looked around subconsciously, but she didn't find anything unusual.

Without asking too much, she quietly backed out after taking a look at Fu Qian.

Fu Qian, who witnessed this scene, 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 yelled before paying.

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

It was a muscular middle-aged man with no specific age, and his dark face was expressionless.

Just standing there, there is an unspeakable chill, like the embodiment of strength and destruction.

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

The other party didn't speak, and Fu Qian was not in a hurry to speak, but looked up and down with great interest.

In the middle of talking to Wen Li just now, an extremely dangerous feeling suddenly appeared, so Wen Li was asked to go back first.

Of course this is not Ariel, but even if he is not an envoy, the difference will not be very far.

Purely from the perspective of body shape, this one is not too exaggerated, but the power contained in the body is absolutely terrifying.

With that slender and strong arm, Fu Qian had no doubt that he could punch through his body with a single punch.

What a walking human weapon!Compared with him, the old brother who hit the wall before was not even a jelly bean guy.

Fu Qian sighed and nodded.

This kind of character is still a bit troublesome to kill.

"Fang Xun?"

At this time, the person outside the door finally spoke, with a deep and deep voice.

"It can be."

Fu Qian exhaled, it was true.

"Please come in."

The middle-aged man snorted, walked straight into the room without being polite.

However, he didn't find a place to sit down, instead, he came directly to Fuqian and looked down at him with a deep gaze.

"It's pretty strong."

A few seconds later, the man spoke again.

Do you want to be judged after you have just finished reviewing others?

"Thanks for the compliment."

Fu Qian replied weakly.

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

"I'll be embarrassed if I keep boasting like this."

The understatement on Fu Qian's face.

He had heard this kind of words countless times over the years, just as this person's praise didn't stir up any ripples, and accusations also had no effect.

snort!
Seeing that Fu Qian looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, the middle-aged man snorted heavily again.

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

On the dark face and body of the middle-aged man, golden-red gullies snaked out.

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

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

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

"You know nothing about power."

After transforming, the middle-aged man made a sound like metal and iron.

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

Is this the legendary mythical form?
He didn't care about the other party's death announcement at all, and Fu Qian looked at the body in front of him that was no longer human-like with excitement.

Strictly speaking, in terms of appearance alone, whether it is the tentacles or the armor he used before, this form is far less human than himself, 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 with the help of skills, I have performed attacks at the level of mythical form many times, but this is the first time to really face it directly.

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

If this is before the demigod, it is estimated that San has already started to drop.

Looking at the middle-aged man who looked like a god descending from heaven, Fu Qian shook his head nonchalantly.

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

"You think I'm joking with you?"

The golden-red pupils stared at Fu Qian, and the middle-aged man's voice was cold.

The next moment, he punched directly.

It seemed that time and space had been transcended, and the moment this punch was launched, it had already arrived in front of Fuqian.

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

This is……

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

Subconsciously, several arms grabbed the crystallized spear, and the fisting hand still moved forward.

Unexpectedly, the opponent did not take the opportunity to dodge, but greeted him with the same dark fist.

Bang!
The next moment, a blood mist erupted from Fu Qian's body, and the pattern on the middle-aged man's body was also agitated.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Taking advantage of the force of the recoil, he dodged backwards, and Fu Qian yelled out the door.

"Okay, both of you, please stop!"

Before the words finished, a familiar voice sounded outside the door, and Yuan Shan walked in helplessly.

And as she entered the door, the middle-aged man finally stopped what he was doing.

"Who are you shaking?"

Fu Qian looked at Yuan Shan.

"Well...it just happens to be nearby. After learning about the situation, I must come here. There is nothing I can do."

Yuan Shan whispered.

"Ok."

Fu Qian glanced at it, and the middle-aged man had already sat down, the golden-red texture on his body had dissipated, and the extra arms had been retracted.

After reaching this level, can one freely manipulate the mythical form?
Fu Qian said silently.

"I'm really sorry. What I just said is true. This guy is a bit grumpy. If I forcefully stop him, it may be counterproductive."

Seeing that Fu Qian was silent, Yuan Shan thought that he was still a little unhappy, and explained seriously.

At this moment, she was indeed a little embarrassed, after all, Fu Qian was cooperating with her in many things.

"It's ok."

I didn't think much of it before paying.

"What I just said is also true."

(End of this chapter)