The devil is coming

Chapter 195
"It's a good name. It touches on the topic and speaks directly to my heart."
Zheng Fan clapped his hands,
That's it.
The little sword boy was stunned for a moment. She really couldn't understand that this "boss" had given her name so casually?
When I think about myself being called like this every day for the next 20 years:
Poor maid, have you eaten?
Poor maid, morning!
Poor maid, the weather is nice today.
The little sword boy is about to go berserk, but there are two ways in which a smart person goes berserk and a fool goes berserk.
I just heard the little sword boy say:
"How long have you been stuck on the eighth level?"
"Ok?"
Zheng Fan was about to take Siniang's hand and go back to review yesterday's acupuncture techniques.
Hearing what the little sword boy said, he immediately stopped, sat back on the armchair, crossed his legs, and curved the corners of his mouth.
Road:
"I think it's been quite a long time, but it doesn't seem like it's been too long."
Calculated purely based on the training time, Zheng Fan can indeed be regarded as a genius, because not only Ding Hao, but also Li Fusheng has confirmed that the qi and blood in his body are naturally strong, which is simply the foundation of a martial arts prodigy.
But there was nothing he could do, he was under great pressure.
Carrying seven demon kings on your back and moving forward together, if you stay stuck in one realm for too long, you can even see the strong desire to eat people in the eyes of the demon kings!
It feels like an elderly landowner. When you return to the house, more than a dozen aunts and wives are staring at you.
"I can help you advance from the eighth level to the seventh level."
"How old are you?"
"I have no taste."
The little sword boy said it very naturally.
"Master said that I was born with a sword, and my sword intention is innate. Practicing the sword is the same as practicing martial arts. Forcibly practicing martial arts before my bones have grown well and have not been finalized is nothing more than robbing the seedlings and encouraging their growth.
But even though I’m not into it, I can watch it. "
"Mouth strong king?"
"What kind of mouth is this king?" The little sword boy frowned slightly.
The blind man silently put down his tea cup and urged: "Keep talking."
Whether Zheng Fan has advanced or not is closely related. Every time the demon kings can recover one more level of strength, they will be more calm about their future plans.
At the very least, if all demon kings are at the seventh level, based on the nearly invincible strength of the demon kings at the same level, it means that Zheng Fan will have seven more masters between the sixth and seventh levels around him.
The most important thing is that some people’s special abilities can be used.
The little sword boy was most afraid of the blind man, because she seemed to be able to see through most people's minds, so she did not dare to offend the blind man, and immediately said:
"Warriors and swordsmen have actually been on the same path since before the seventh level, and the dividing line between the two is actually right here.
For martial artists, they must focus on nourishing their own blood and energy, use force to shape the body, and use Qi to break barriers, so that Qi and blood can be released and contracted freely, and Qi and blood can be unified, then they can reach the seventh level.
For swordsmen, Qi and blood cultivation has been temporarily put aside at this time, focusing on consolidating one's sword intention, controlling Qi and blood with sword intention, and replenishing sword intention with Qi and blood. Only when the sword is accidentally released can one enter the seventh level.
The two methods seem to be different, but in essence, they are the same, and they both use their own methods to achieve the release of Qi and blood. "
Zheng Fan listened and asked:
"You mean, if I want to advance quickly, why should I practice Laoshizi Sword Intent?"
In fact, Zheng Fan quite likes the image of a swordsman. Most people have dreams of being a swordsman.
But perhaps because he was born in the Yan Kingdom, the Yan people like to use swords, especially the Yan people's sabers, which are great weapons on the battlefield. Therefore, Zheng Shoubei slowly began to love using swords.
Once you get used to something, you won't like it, but you just don't want to change it.
"No, it's because you have him by your side!"
The little sword boy sitting on Fan Li's shoulder pointed at the blind man.
"He has an incredible ability to control objects."
For a time,
Everyone present, except Fan Li,
They all figured out the reason.
Zheng Fan reached out and rubbed his chin and said:
"What do you mean, let the blind man use his willpower to help me guide my own energy and blood to form an external release, and then use this trick to advance?"
"Ideology? Is that the name of that invisible force?" asked the little sword boy.
The blind man faced Zheng Fan and said:
"My lord, this is not acceptable."
Zheng Fan nodded and said, "Yes."
Everything must be done step by step, and the energy and blood in the body are forcibly stimulated with the power of thought to achieve the effect of releasing. Although there is a high probability that the advancement can be completed, this "ripening" method often brings extremely terrible side effects.
In other words, what is the difference between this and the drug-taking King Fu?
It is even very likely that Zheng Fan will stop at the seventh level, and then all demon kings will only be able to stop at this level for the rest of their lives.
Those who are truly far-sighted are not willing to do anything like fishing in a dry lake.
"Why not? Do you still want to become a truly strong person?"
In the opinion of the little sword boy, the man named Zheng Fan in front of him has a very utilitarian mind, and it is often difficult for people with such a strong utilitarian mind to go far in their cultivation.
In this life, there is only so much time and so much energy. When you want to concentrate on one thing, you naturally have to ignore other things.
"That's true, I don't like to hear it." Zheng Fan said.
Fan Li nodded, stretched out his finger,
"Cock!"
The little sword boy's brain collapsed after a flick.
"Ouch, it hurts!"
Zheng Fan ignored the sword boy and turned to the blind man:
"Li Fusheng once told me that if you want to break through the barrier, you must develop murderous aura."
Hearing this, the blind man said, "Does that mean the Lord has killed less people these days?"
"Probably so."
In fact, there is something that no one has said, that is, the reason why Zheng Fan kills so few people is because every time he goes to the battlefield, there is a demon king guarding him.
But you have to protect him, because it is very likely that everyone will die suddenly if Zheng Fan dies.
"Let's wait and see after we get to Jin. Even if the Jin people don't rebel, won't there still be savages?"
There are many savage settlements in the Tianduan Mountains of Jin State.
"Okay, you continue to bask in the sun, I'll go back to the house and rest."
"Yes, my lord."
Zheng Fan stood up, left the armchair, and walked toward the castle. Siniang followed him back.
When Zheng Fan was approaching the door of his room, he suddenly found A Ming and Liang Cheng sitting together, each holding a teacup with ice cubes next to them.
"Lord."
"Lord."
"Hey, have a drink." Zheng Fan greeted.
A Ming smiled slightly and said, "Master, why don't you come and have some drinks together?"
"No, I don't really like eating blood."
After watching Zheng Fan enter the room, Liang Cheng and A Ming silently raised their wine glasses, nodded gently, and then drank it down at the same time.
A Ming put down his wine glass, shook his head, and said:
"When two people eat, it can be more lively and the food tastes delicious, but when two people drink this, it always feels weird."
Liang Cheng also nodded, indicating that he had the same view.
"Does this mean we can't share wealth?"
During the march and war before, the two of them lived in a tent and had a drink together in the evening, and that was it.
Now that we are not fighting, we are back and have our own rooms. If we are forced to drink this together, we feel that the atmosphere has been lost.
After all, neither zombies nor vampires like to have fun, but prefer to be alone.
"You can't let them hear this."
Otherwise, it will be used as a joke.
"A boring person will always be bored."
A Ming stood up, picked up the ice cubes and the wine bottle, and walked slowly back to his room. However, he stopped at the door of his room.
Instinctively, I felt that something was wrong in front of my door, but I couldn't see what was wrong.
After hesitating for a moment and without any further thought, A Ming opened the door to his room.
What came into view were two sets of armor hung inside the door, and then, there was only a "buzz" sound.
The armor was pierced by an arrow,
next moment,
It pierced A Ming's chest directly.
"Hey, this armor-piercing effect is pretty good."
Xue San's voice came from the room.
A Ming bit his lip, looked at the wine bottle in his hand, took a sip, then lowered his head and looked at the liquid dripping from the wound on his chest.
Pushing aside the shield of the armor in front of him, A Ming saw Xue San playing with a crossbow in the room. The crossbow was still mainly made of wood, but it seemed to be made of special materials in key positions, and it looked a little shiny.
"Ah Ming, come and take a look, my new gadget, an improved version of the crossbow, uses crystal stones sold by Western caravans. It's a bit expensive, but its penetrating power is really bad. Large-scale mass production is impossible, but in the future, if we get a special team to equip them, the effect will definitely be good.
Think about it, if an assassination team of twenty people got close to the target and launched a close-range volley, even a martial arts master would have to be shot through several holes, right? "
"So, you were hiding in my room just now, waiting for me to come back to shoot me?"
"Yes, you have to find a living person to try this thing, and your reaction speed is already very fast. It would be more effective if I tried it on you. It penetrated two layers of fine armor, but you still couldn't dodge it. Hehe. But when you use it in the future, you need to put some spices on the arrowheads and raise a few dogs to facilitate the recovery of the arrowheads. This thing is too expensive."
"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"
"Nonsense, if I say it, will you agree? You are only willing to be cummed by the Lord, are you willing to be cummed by me?"
"So, you just don't ask?"
"That's right. Anyway, you won't die if I shoot an arrow. I will deduct from my share of the money next month and make you a new set of clothes as compensation, hehe."
"Ha ha."
A Ming also smiled,
Then two fangs appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his breath began to become darker and darker;
"Little buddy, you are getting more and more naughty now."
However, just as A Ming walked towards Xue San step by step, he suddenly stopped again.
Because Xue San silently reloaded the arrow on the crossbow. The arrowhead of this arrow exuded silver light. It was a silver arrowhead.
"..." A Ming.
Xue San held the crossbow and yawned, shaking his body happily, and the three oars under him made waves.
"Who isn't a cutie?"
(End of this chapter)