Chapter 48 (1/2)

Back in canglan Zong, Li Fuchen went straight to the mission hall.

The task elder took a meaningful look at Li Fuchen and didn't say much.

Although he is an elder of waizong and is in charge of the mission Hall of waizong, it does not mean that he does not take waizong disciples seriously.

Last time, Li Fuchen asked if he found a large amount of snow silver iron ore, which was a small violation. This time, he would find it difficult to find himself.

He doesn't want the other person to hate him until he's not sure about his potential.

Leaving the mission hall, Li Fuchen breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, he was worried that the task elder would trouble him. He could not imagine that nothing had happened.

”The 36800 contribution points should not be enough to make my cultivation to the third level of red level battle body complete.”

Li Fuchen's speed of practicing body training is too fast. At the same time, he also consumes resources quickly. It is not exaggeration to say that if he has the same understanding as him, his practice is not so fast.

It is important to understand and will to cultivate body skills.

However, the year when his soul was lax, his will was so strong that he could endure what ordinary people could not bear.

”Little Wang eight kid, last time elder Chen was there, I didn't know what to do with you. This time I see who can save you.”

On the way back, a strong figure stopped Li Fuchen.

Who is not Zhou Huailong.

He learned from other people that although Li Fuchen didn't go to canglan lake again, he seemed to have found a large number of high-grade ores in a certain mine, and now he is very proud of the situation.

”If you send it yourself, it will save me from going to you.”

If you don't get revenge, you're not a gentleman. Li Fuchen is not a saint. If Zhou Huailong breaks his arm, he can't think that nothing happened.

”Do you want to die?” Zhou Huailong can't believe his ears. The fierce light is brewing in his eyes. His fist reaches his wrist and is wrapped in a light black breath.

Zhou Huailong has nine levels of cultivation of Qi State, and has cultivated the entry-level skill of iron armour to the seventh level. He exerts his power with all his strength, which is enough to make the real Qi of his hands and wrists visible.

Don't underestimate the seventh level of the entry-level skill. Although it is stipulated by the sect, there is a high reward for practicing the entry-level skill to 789 within one year, and there is also a reward for practicing the Ninth level within two years.

But this is a reward for real talents. It's very good for ordinary waizong disciples to reach the seventh level in two years.

Zhou Huailong is 18 years old. It took him two and a half years to reach the seventh level.

”Look, it's senior brother Zhou Huailong and Li Fuchen.”

”Last time, elder martial brother Zhou broke one arm of Li Fuchen. This time, I'm afraid he will waste Li Fuchen's limbs.”

Li cangzong points out that there are a group of disciples from far away.

Li Fuchen doesn't speak. The seventh layer of Hongyu is working and his eyes are fixed on Zhou Huailong.

”Brute, I'll break your limbs and let you lick my vamp.” Zhou Huailong is infuriated by Li Fuzhen's posture. With a flick of his knee and a lunge, Zhou Huailong comes to Li Fuchen with a fist of lightning.

The fist was extremely fast, and the sound of cloth tearing came from the void.

It's just that today's Li Fuchen is not Li Fuchen two months ago.

With his left hand raised, Li Fuchen easily caught Zhou Huailong's fist.

”How could it be!”

Zhou Huailong tries to break free, but he seems to be clamped by a pair of tongs and does not move.

”Die.”

Zhou Huailong's left fist strikes, and the light black breath covers his fist like an iron fist.

Bang!

Raising his right hand, Li Fuchen grabs Zhou Huailong's left fist.

Without waiting for Zhou Huailong to move on, Li Fuchen puts his lightning foot on Zhou Huailong's stomach, bending his opponent's back and spurting blood out.

”Don't you like hitting people? Today I'll give you a taste of being beaten. ”

Li Fuchen pedals on Zhou Huailong's stomach.