In the ruins, Qin Shaobai staggered up while holding the wall. His white clothes had turned into beggar's outfit, and he put them on his body in pieces, which really echoed the saying "the clothes were not covered". His hair was messy, his face was stained, his mouth and nose were coagulated, and his eyes were full of panic. If any of the disciples of Tianyi Sect saw it, he would be stunned - is this the white-clad master Qin Shaobai, who is famous for his elegant demeanor?

Qin Shaobai's panic was not just the terrifying attack like a natural disaster, nor was it just the unclear life and death of his fellow disciples, but in order to resist the aftermath of the violent attack of the purple lightning giant fork - well, it was just the aftermath, he was still lucky, not in that hundred-foot attack belt. But even the aftermath had damaged his dantian true energy, and desperately absorbed seven spirit stones before he could barely survive.

It seemed that there was no movement after the attack of the Beihai Yasha, but now his true energy was exhausted, and his meridians were filled with miscellaneous air that could not be discharged in time due to hastily absorbing the spirit stones. He felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if his mouth and nose were covered with a thick layer of cloth, and even his breathing was not smooth.

Qin Shaobai panted and supported his body with a sword sheath, gritted his teeth, shook his hands to reveal the eighth spirit stone, which was the last one. This is a quasi-middle-grade spirit stone. If it is in the mountains and seas, he would not even look at this quality, and even if he had no choice, the effect would not be much better. But this spirit stone was different. This was stolen from Wen Ruyi (that is, Luo Xiao's inventory). The effect was amazing. Although it did not reach the middle grade, it was still better than the middle grade. He had already received great benefits before.

Qin Shaobai was like a dry sponge. He sucked the spirit stone in just a few breaths, loosened his hands, and the pieces drifted in the wind.

Qin Shaobai immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, sword crossed his knees, and breathed with his deep breath, light gray miscellaneous gas sprayed out from his nostrils, and dirt on his face fell, revealing a gradually rosy face.

When he was in a critical moment, a pile of rocks was pushed away not far away, and the mud and dust filled, revealing the figures of three dust-faced sailors.

The three sailors were covered in wounds, their faces were full of fear, and their hands and feet were trembling. They only glanced at Qin Shaobai and waited for escape.

One of them suddenly said, "Wait, I recognize this person, it was him and his accomplices who brought this disaster."

"What? Bastard! I'm going to kill him!"

"You are crazy! He is a cultivator..."

"No, can't you see that? He is a seriously injured cultivator and has no strength to stand up."

"Yes, he has no spiritual energy all over his body."

"Kill him!"

Three sailors, who were at most warrior level, pulled out their short sword hand axe and surrounded Qin Shaobai. When they approached three feet, the sailors shook each other and raised their swords and axes to throw them hard. After all, they were worried and did not dare to get too close.

Qin Shaobai, who was practicing martial arts, tightened his hand holding the sword sheath and was about to move.

Suddenly, a broken wall exploded and gravel flew around, not only knocking down all the swords and axes that had flew halfway, but also hitting the three sailors with their heads full of bags and howling with their heads.

In the mist of smoke and dust, a figure stepped out from the gap in the broken wall, carrying a long stick-like weapon in his hand, and walked straight towards Qin Shaobai.

The three sailors swear toward the figure, and the man swerved his long stick. The three sailors fell in three directions and couldn't get up for a long time.

The man continued to move forward, and as he passed by one of the sailors struggling on the ground, the sailor struggled to reach out with a hairy hand to grab the man's ankle. The man turned his long stick in his hand and paused, piercing it through the sailor's wrist.

It turned out to be not a long stick, but a spear.

Amid the sailor's howls, the man pulled out a rip of blood, and the tip of the gun mopped the floor, making a harsh scraping sound and continued to move forward, walking until he walked to Qin Shaobai for ten steps, staring at him coldly, without saying a word.

Half a moment later, Qin Shaobai let out a long sigh, pulled off his ragged outerwear, took out a clean white garment from the object-storing magic tool, and then stroked his hair, and he returned to a little more or less a little more casual. After doing this series of movements, he nodded to the people: "Thank you, my junior brother... It seems to be familiar, we know each other?"

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and there was still an electric snake. The light was much better than before. The visitor raised his hand and wiped the mud on his face hard, revealing his face. The most important thing was to reveal the long centipede-like scar on his right cheek.

Qin Shaobai looked strange: "It's you?!"

"It's me, Miao Cheng, the Konghemen." Miao Cheng gently rubbed the scar on his face with his fingers, and his eyes became colder and colder. "No need to thank me, I just don't want these sluts to disturb our interest in fighting."

"Fight? Are you going to challenge me?" Qin Shaobai looked incredible and almost laughed, "Are you serious?"

"My sense tells me that there is not much true energy left on your body. If you do not receive timely and sufficient spiritual energy, you will soon drop. If you still have spirit stones on your body, you will never fail to use them..." Miao Cheng slowly raised his spear and pointed at Qin Shaobai obliquely, "That's such a good opportunity, are you serious?"

Qin Shaobai's face did not change his complexion, and he put his hands on the hilt of the sword, and said proudly: "Even if I don't use my true energy, I am still the strength of a cultivator. Do you think you are a mere slack warrior who can do anything to me?"

Miao Cheng showed a strange smile on his face: "If it were someone else, I really couldn't do anything, but a natural psychic like you... Hahahaha! Take on my Miao Cheng's anger!"

A shot was stabbed out, and the screaming sounded.

This shot has no real energy or energy, it is just a simple shot, but it makes a shocking roar like a sonic boom.

Qin Shaobai's face finally changed. He never expected that the guy he had never taken seriously had such superb spear skills and such solid foundation. If he still had true energy, he would not have to draw his sword at all. He could break it with a snap of his fingers, and his remaining energy could poke the opponent into the opposite direction.

But now, Qin Shaobai could only draw the sword in great distress, and then use the sword-like "Feng Jisong" that he thought was the most powerful, and also hit the tip of the sword hard at the tip of the gun - he didn't believe it anymore, his opponent's skills were still stronger than him.

The tip of the sword and the spear hit fiercely, the sharp sword and the spear bent into a bow at the same time, and then the force of both sides exerted force at the same time, bounced straight.

With the equal strength of both sides, the sword's charging rebound is not as good as the gun's charging rebound. Qin Shaobai suffered a big loss in an instant, and the tiger's mouth was shattered, and the sword almost escaped, and he retreated in shock. He gave up the opportunity.

Miao Chengchang's spear was as tickled as a dragon, pointing, thrusting, blocking, and picking... and exerting a pistol technique to the fullest and completely control the entire fight.

Thud and thud! A dense gun hole appeared in the broken walls, smoke and dust filled with debris, splattering, cutting through Qin Shaobai's handsome face and neat white clothes. Qin Shaobai jumped and jumped in an extremely embarrassing manner, and even rolled around to avoid being unable to penetrate the heart hole. At this moment, he regretted not practicing the best body and footwork of this sect, of course, there were also sword techniques...

He finally understood what Miao Cheng's sentence "If it were someone else, I really couldn't do anything, but a natural spiritual person like you..." means.

Born to be spiritual, it is the innate realm of spirituality. He can reach the realm that others will never reach in their entire lives. After he reaches the age of twelve, he will reach the test. He is born with spiritual roots and is born with cultivation. He will directly skip the warrior and warrior stage. Such people are indeed the pride of heaven.

The advantage is that natural psychics do not need to go through a long warrior and samurai stage accumulation, and can become a powerful cultivator at a very young age.

The disadvantage is that without accumulation, there is no foundation, no martial arts, no secrets, and even basic fist, footwork, and body and footwork. Because there is no need - you can cut a mountain with one sword, are you still willing to use your sword to cut a wooden man stake?

This "badness" is not considered a bad thing to be normal. Which cultivator does not have true essence? Is it still considered a cultivator without true essence?

Unfortunately, Qin Shaobai has no true essence at the moment, so he, a pseudo-cultivator with a mess of basic martial arts, was beaten by the "scrap warrior" he despised for a full moment.

Finally, the spear snatched the ground and pierced Qin Shaobai's belt and nailed it to a broken wall.

The gun tip cut Qin Shaobai's waist, blood overflowed, and his clothes gradually dyed, but he did not dare to move slightly. Once he moved, his belt would break, and then... a soldier could be killed and not humiliated! Qin Shaobai's face turned blue and white, and he stared at Miao Cheng without saying a word.

Miao Cheng slowly stepped forward and reached out to Qin Shaobai: "Sword."

Qin Shao's white face thrust, gritted his teeth and turned the hilt of the sword, and handed it to Miao Cheng. He thought the other party was just going to take over his weapons, and it was not until Miao Cheng's next move that he understood what "what causes and what results are"?

Miao Cheng used this sword that broke his appearance and gave him great shame to him, and also pierced Qin Shaobai's right cheek and slashed it diagonally.

The tip of the sword slashed from the forehead to the corner of the mouth, and the pricked deeply, the flesh rolled up, the blood flowed, and even the alveolar could be seen.

Qin Shaobai never spoke, sweated heavily, blood penetrated his pupils, muscle spasms, and face twisted... In an instant, he turned from a human to a ghost.

Miao Chenghun didn't care about the other party's hatred eyes. In addition to exerting flesh and blood, he also gave the opponent a heavy blow to his heart: "I just want to tell you that I don't have true energy, but I'm still a warrior, but you don't have true energy, but nothing, no!"

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