I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

The appearance of the middle-aged Confucian scholar was completely unfamiliar to Han Yi, and he confirmed that he had never seen him before.

When he was in Tian Qingcheng, if he was like Tao Shouhua at that time, he would have discovered that it was this middle-aged Confucian monk who killed Lu Su.

"Senior Brother Shi, he was the one who killed Kang Feiyang and Huang Tao back in Tianqingcheng. This man is very strong, so you need to be careful."

The first young man's eyes fell on Han Yi, his face was solemn, and the magic power around him was ready to move, and he was extremely solemn.

"Oh, when Tian Qingcheng was able to kill two seventh-level people, now he kills Junior Brother Zhou. It seems that it does take a lot of effort."

The middle-aged elegant monk named Shi Heng looked at Han Yi. Although he said casual words such as "It takes a lot of practice", he was already very energetic in his heart.

The words just fell.

Without any call, he suddenly moved.

The extremely fast figure, like a flash of lightning, crossed ten meters and was less than three meters away from Han Yi. He swung the silver folding fan forward in his hand.

The folding fan rotates, and a ring of silver brilliance is scattered. The brilliance covers the thin moonlight. It looks beautiful, but in fact it contains a fatal crisis.

Han Yi sensed a hint of danger. This middle-aged man was very strong, very strong. He was not comparable to the eighth-level qi-training monk he had just killed. He was not an ordinary eighth-level qi-training monk, but the top eighth-level qi-training monk. Monk.

He jumped back, and the Light Body Technique instantly pulled him back ten meters and deflected him three meters sideways.

brush!

Silver brilliance shone silently across Han Yi's original position, and made a subtle chirping sound ten meters behind his original position.

Han Yi looked up at the sound and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Breaking, a dozen giant trees with a diameter of five to six meters behind him began to slowly slide down. The silver brilliance that flashed past directly cut off a dozen giant trees, and only made a very subtle sound.

Han Yi turned his head and looked at the silver folding fan suspended in mid-air, and couldn't help but feel solemn in his heart.

This magical instrument is definitely a high-grade magical instrument, and it is the most top-notch high-grade magical instrument.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged elegant monk seemed surprised that Han Yi could avoid his sudden attack. Although his face was calm, his heart was more solemn.

"Kill." He moved his hands, and the rotating silver-scale fan suspended in front of him suddenly changed. The original fan was only a semicircle when opened, but this change, it was opened directly outwards and stretched completely into a circle. The leaves flattened and the folding fan turned into a silver disc.

A top-grade magic weapon, the second form of the silver scale fan.

"go!!"

The disc suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of Han Yi like a teleport. His expression did not change. He had been prepared when he moved sideways and saw clearly the power of this magical weapon.

A flame shield opened instantly.

Peng!

The flames dispersed, the shield shattered, and the disc was stunned.

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged. He pressed his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger on his thumb. He flicked sideways, and three spiritual lights suddenly appeared. They suddenly crossed a distance of four meters and collided with another magical weapon. This magical weapon did not belong to him. It’s not unfamiliar, it’s a long bloody banner-shaped magic weapon, the Blood Soul Banner.

Peng, Peng, Peng!

The Lingxu fingers exploded one after another, directly destroying half of the medium-grade magic weapon and throwing it away.

Three meters behind the magic weapon, another figure appeared. It was the monk Han Yi had let go in Tianqing City.

The monk's expression changed drastically, he caught the Blood Soul Flag with a painful look on his face and backed away.

He also instantly realized that this battle was not something he could interfere with.

And Han Yi did not forget that the enemy here was not only the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but also another eighth-level Qi practitioner.

However, this eighth-level qi-training monk has only entered the eighth level for the first time and does not pose any threat to Han Yi at this moment.

After Han Yi turned sideways and threw out three spiritual fingers, he stopped paying attention and quickly turned around.

now.

The shattered fire shield technique has not completely dissipated, and the disk has encountered a blockage and has not been able to be used again.

And what he was waiting for was this moment of stagnation.

It's his turn.

Zheng!

Two daggers suddenly appeared on the left and right sides.

The shape of the dagger this time is different from before. The dagger vibrates slightly, and there is a light red halo on its surface.

Lihuo Sword Technique.

Use the sword control technique to control the wind demon dagger and perform the Lihuo Sword Technique, plus the dagger has its own wind attribute.

This blow.

Almost half of his full strength.

"Go!!" Han Yi shouted softly, and moved his two fingers together, from top to bottom, in a vertical motion.

The expression of the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was more than ten meters away suddenly changed.

He was aware of the power of the Silver Scale Fan. The first blow was dodged, but after changing into the second form, the second blow was blocked. This was something he had not expected.

When Han Yi's two daggers, like two streams of light, appeared, they were already within three meters. His whole body was covered with cold hairs. Without thinking, mana surged out and condensed a wall of light in front of him.

Defensive spell, wall of light.

While condensing the wall of light, he flipped over his other hand, and two spiritual talismans appeared in his hand, which he slapped on his body without hesitation.

Two cyan rays of light flickered out from the magic talisman and spread instantly, forming an oval-shaped shield. Above the shield, cyan flashed rapidly.

First-grade high-grade spiritual talismans and protective talismans, and there are two of them.

If you are inexperienced, you will only want to take one step at a time when facing Han Yi's attack.

But the middle-aged Confucian scholar had so much experience in fighting. He understood in an instant that the power of Han Yi's move must be as terrifying as a killer. Without hesitation, he used his magic power to condense the defensive light wall, and in an instant, he spent two people at any cost. Zhang first-level high-grade spiritual talisman was designed to be foolproof.

If you die, the magic talisman will only benefit the opponent, so the most important thing in the fight is to ensure that you survive, not anything else.

pity.

He still underestimated the power of Han Yi's two daggers, and even more underestimated Han Yi's experience.

call out!

The two daggers did not go side by side, but one behind the other, forming a connection, using the method of breaking the face with one point.

Peng.

The wall of light shattered instantly, unable to stop it for even a moment.

puff!

Like the sound of a sharp blade piercing the bag, the cyan light shield formed by the first amulet shattered instantly. The first dagger only paused slightly, and half of the light red halo on it dissipated.

then.

The dagger pierced the second cyan light shield, and finally fell due to exhaustion.

However, the speed of the second dagger that followed suddenly increased. After passing through the second light barrier, it flashed past and penetrated the middle-aged monk who was avoiding it but had not yet completely moved his body.

boom! !

His right arm exploded at shoulder level.

The middle-aged monk's expression changed drastically. In an instant, a third spiritual talisman appeared in his hand, and he was about to slap it on the broken arm.

at this time.

A black light suddenly hit his eyes.

"What is it?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar was suddenly startled, but he did not stop patting his arm.