Dafeng's Night Squad

Heaven and earth Union, Golden Lotus really was a genius at naming … Xu Qi ‘an sighed in his heart and told him his plan.

As she listened, Chu Yuanxi suddenly felt that something was wrong. She sent

a letter, ‘

[ wait, what makes you the main force? [ even if you advance to the fourth stage, you still won’t be Jean’s opponent. ]

Everyone suddenly reacted.

Especially li Miaozhen, who had witnessed Xu Qi ‘an’s promotion to rank four. No one knew Xu Qi’ an better than she did.

No matter how invincible he was in the fourth stage realm, he was still a mortal. He was still far from the third stage realm, which had countless martial artists stuck in it.

But Jean d ‘arc was a second-grade Taoist.

The two major realms were as different as clouds and mud.

Xu Qi ‘an sent a letter, [ I’m rank-3 now. ]

The members of the heaven and earth Association were once again hit by a wave of questions.

What did I just hear? “This kid is rank-3?!” Did he mix with the Confucians for too long and pick up the bad habit of bragging …? Chu Yuanxi was stunned.

“Bastard, you’re such a bully. When we first met in Yunzhou, you were just a small gong of the eighth level!” Li Miaozhen’s little soul was screaming.

The others had their own shock.

At this moment, the members of the heaven and earth Union all recalled the scene when No. 3 had just obtained the fragment of the book of the nether world. At that time, he was still a nobody who was scared by the purple Lotus Daoist priest.

It was October of last year.

Taking everything into account, it had almost been a year. He had only used a year to step out of the realm of mortals and become a true existence that transcended mortals.

A rank 3 martial artist had a strong vitality and a long life. It was not a problem for them to live for a few hundred years.

He was no longer a mortal.

Was there really someone who could ascend from the eighth stage to the third stage in a year? Even the Confucian Saints back then probably didn’t have such strength

In the Tiandi society, everyone had their own opportunities, and each of them was a young genius with extraordinary talent. But they had to admit that they were somewhat mediocre in front of Xu Qi ‘an.

Why aren’t you talking? are you autistic … Seeing that no one spoke for a long time, Xu Qi ‘an sent a letter,

[ brother Chu, when you return to the capital, remember to bring Erlang back with you. [ send him to Yun Lu Academy to meet up with my second uncle and aunty. ]

He had secretly bought the house and land deeds of Jian province when he went to Quanrong mountain that day. He did not tell anyone that he went to Quanrong mountain alone …

At this thought, Xu Qi ‘an frowned. He seemed to have forgotten something.

“Back then. Cao Qingyang invited me to. banquet at Quanrong mountain. I went alone and bought a house on the way. Then. I met with the ancestor of martial Union … Well, there was nothing wrong with that.

[ 4: understood. I will return to Beijing overnight. Get the Directorate of Celestials to prepare some Qi replenishing pills for me. ]

If he died from exhaustion, he could return to the capital within six hours. By then, it would be late at night. He could still take a short rest and take pills to recover his Qi, and it would not delay the big matters.

After ending the group chat, Xu Qi ‘an put away the fragments of the Book of the Earth and pulled out the peace blade. He cut off his little finger.

even if I don’t use invincible Vajra, the sharpness of the peace blade alone can’t hurt my body. I must use Qi to transform it into saber Qi!

Xu Qi ‘an nodded. He was very satisfied with his current body.

Immediately, he felt the cells in the wound on his pinky splitting at a terrifying speed, trying to repair the wound.

He resisted this ” instinct ” and bent down to pick up his little finger, moving it to the broken part.

As the flesh and blood wriggled, the little finger reattached and recovered to its original state without a scar.

He examined himself and thought, ‘every cell of a rank three martial artist is filled with a huge amount of life force. If I had a microscope, my cells should be different from those of ordinary humans.

“Um, will I be sterilized like this? that shouldn’t be the case. There are half-demons in this world, which means that the reproductive isolation rules don’t apply to this world. You can see it from Song Qing’s terrifying life graft technique. I was so scared that I didn’t think in this direction …

it’s almost impossible for a rank-four martial artist to advance by swallowing a blood pill. No, it’s almost certain death. No wonder almost no one dares to take this path. No wonder there are so many martial artists in great Feng, but only the North vanquishing Prince is a rank-three martial artist.

“Moreover, the method of refining blood pills from tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of living people is something that uncouth martial artists don’t understand. The Dao sect has mastered this secret technique, and King Huai had the help of the earth sect’s Dao chief. As for whether the Wizards and warlocks understood it, it was unknown.

“As for someone like me, a peak martial artist who voluntarily gave up part of his blood essence to form a blood pill to help me advance, I can only say that father is really good. “Mm, the supervisor also has some credit. Without his arrangements, I wouldn’t have been able to lay the foundation in advance.

“Lord Wei’s gift is out of feelings and inheritance. I don’t know why Jian

Zheng’s gift is, but I already know a part of it. Heh, isn’t it just killing the Emperor? A dynasty was the foundation of a Warlock. If a supervisor killed an Emperor, he would definitely suffer a backlash from fate.

“I’m different. I’m just a martial artist, and I have fate energy in my body, so

I’m not afraid of backlash. However, killing the Emperor will ultimately cause

you to be entangled in karma.”

He played with his little finger and recalled the state of his body just now.

“After rank-3, not only can martial artists regrow their broken limbs, but they can also regrow them. The former consumes their own blood essence. If they keep regrowing their broken limbs, they’ll be exhausted sooner or later and worn to death.

“The latter consumes very little energy. After all, there’s no need to regenerate the body. “In addition, early-stage rank-3 martial artists will also die if their heads are cut off. This was because his primordial spirit was not strong enough. I’m in this situation right now..