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    With a cold shout, Jing Sichu rushed out like an arrow, his palms slightly bent, and the fierce wind hit his head.

    The figure brought out three afterimages, and the iron scorpion and tiger flicked their tails, stabbing into the air.

    Roar!

    The iron scorpion tiger howled miserably, and a large piece of fleshy fur was torn off, and the bones were clearly visible.

    At the same time, the soft whip in Zhou Xueer's hand drew a graceful arc and tied several times on one of the iron scorpion tiger's hind legs.  Fragments of sword light followed closely, attacking like a tide, and there was a red spear, as if lightning struck. The red light flashed and stabbed three times in a row. There were already three more gunshot wounds on the Iron Scorpion Tiger's body.

    After struggling unwillingly for a few times, Iron Scorpion Tiger's body softened and he fell to the ground.

    "So strongwhat a powerful martial arts, what a powerful spiritual weapon!"

    Jing Shifang looked at the dead Iron Scorpion Tiger and couldn't help but gasped. This was a low-level monster, but the four of them killed it without paying any price.

    Among them, in addition to Jing Sichu's commanding skills and the excellent combination of formations between advance and retreat, the more important reason is that each of them has powerful first-class martial arts and low-level spiritual weapons.

    Luo Ning cut off the iron scorpion tiger's scorpion tail with a sword. This is the most valuable material in the iron scorpion tiger and can be used as raw material for making low-level spiritual weapons.

    With the wealth of the few of them, they can't even think of a scorpion tail, but getting it from an iron scorpion tiger killed by one's own hands has a different meaning. It is worth bragging back to Wanluo Academy.

    After the Iron Scorpion Tiger died, the chaotic convoy became quiet again. There were five servants and three guards who were unlucky and were bitten to death when the Iron Scorpion Tiger rushed out.

    "Who attracted the Iron Scorpion Tiger?"

    Jing Sichu took off his boxing gloves and asked lightly with a few drops of blood on his clothes.

    The second steward pointed at Jing Shifang and said, "Second young master, that's him!"

    "It turns out that you have the fifth level of body refining. No wonder you can escape from the iron scorpion tiger. But when you see the monster, you don't lead it away in the opposite direction. You still dare to come back to the convoy. Do you know your mistake?"

    Jing Shifang lowered his head and said, "The villain knows his mistake."

    "Anyone who has done something wrong must be punished. The rules of the Jing family cannot be messed with."

    Jing Sichu stretched out his hand, and strong winds stirred up. A palm print appeared on Jing Shifang's chest, and he flew backwards.

    "At least he came back in time to report the news. This is a meritorious service. Let's reward him with 10,000 yuan."

    The black-robed man in Angzang threw ten gold coins on the ground before he left. Ten thousand gold coins sounded like a big number, but when converted into gold coins, it was not much.

    Of course, this is for the big shots. A servant can¡¯t save even a few pennies after working hard for ten years.

    Jing Shifang spit out a mouthful of blood, picked up the money, and climbed up with difficulty. All the bones in his body seemed to be scattered by this palm.

    That palm was clearly Tiangang Suoyun's hand. He didn't dare to block it but couldn't. For the first time, he saw the gap between himself and this talented young master of the Jing family.  If Jing Sichu wanted to, he could be killed in one move.

    "Boy, you've made a lot of money this time. You can get so much money back with just one palm!"

    Uncle Ma came up to support him, with envy in his eyes.

    Jing Shifang laughed dryly twice, causing a burst of severe pain in his chest and dripping with cold sweat.

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    "Although there is only one realm between Dacheng and Xiaocheng, they are worlds apart. The Tiangang Locking Cloud Hand can actually exert such power in Jing Sichu's hands. However, this is also related to his high level of cultivation. His every move has great power.  The strength of each punch and kick exceeds three thousand kilograms."

    Jing Shifang's chest was covered in black and blue. He wiped it back and forth with medicinal wine. The severe pain mixed with a hint of coolness made his expression complicated.

    ¡°It¡¯s estimated that this injury will take a month or two to get better, and it¡¯s not easy to deal with.¡±

    Qi and blood are stagnant, and it is extremely difficult to move the true energy, just like throwing a few big rocks into a stream.

    "Fortunately, it's not without gain. I'm a beginner at Yanyun Three Columns. As long as I practice more, I will definitely be able to master it better. In the future, when I encounter an opponent who is stronger than me, I can escape even if I can't beat him, which will save my life."  A guarantee.¡±

    Sitting down cross-legged, Jing Shifang started the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, and it took twice as long to run it for a week than before.  There was no other way but to slowly dissolve the congestion in the chest through hard work.

    When he entered the practice, he immediately became free of distracting thoughts and integrated into the subtlety of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

    The more times you practice it, the more profound and profound it becomes. Once he tried to practice the second level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, but his true energy was suddenly in chaos and colliding randomly in his body. Fortunately, he stopped in time.  Just the first level of mysteries is enough for him to continue to understand for a long time.

      In Niwan Palace, a glimmer of light gradually brightened, and a giant elephant walked slowly.

    Every time Jing Shifang practices the first level of Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, such a giant elephant will appear in his mind, and it becomes more and more clear.

    The giant elephant swung its proboscis and let out a thunderous roar. Centered in Jingshifang, an invisible airflow appeared in the room, pushing nearby objects away and falling to the floor.

    Poof!  Jing Shifang spit out a mouthful of blood, which contained a few small pieces of congestion, and his whole body felt loose.

    The giant elephant roared loudly in the sea of ??consciousness, roaring away all the blood congestion in his body, making his qi and blood flow smoothly, which was simply an incredible miracle.

    Standing up and stretching my hands and feet a few times, it turned out to be fine, and even the pain subsided a lot.

    Jing Shifang was surprised and delighted that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has such miraculous effects, it can speed up the recovery of internal injuries in the body.  The injury that originally took at least a month to recover from was now healed within three days.

    It seems that this technique from Kasyapa Tantric Sect will bring him more surprises in the future.

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    When he got up early in the morning, the servants outside were already working. Jing Shifang washed himself, opened the door and walked out.

    Because he was relieved of his job as a granary caretaker, outsiders seemed to be very leisurely every day, and they looked at him with strange eyes behind his back.

    "Third sister-in-law, your sixth son brought back five feet of green silk yesterday. You can make two more sets of new clothes for the New Year."

    "This kid knows how to deliver good things to his home. I've told him several times, but he just doesn't listen!"

    "The sixth son is a promising person. He will be a housekeeper by the second young master's side in the future, unlike some people who stay in the house all day."

    The voices of two middle-aged women came to my ears. They were both servants who lived next door to Jing Shifang. One of them was a fat aunt whose son Xiao Liuzi had become Jing Sichu's personal martial arts boy.

    Jing Shifang smiled dumbly. He didn't care at all about the opinions of these women. No matter how much they laughed at them, they were no longer on the same level.

    Yanquean knows Hongshu's ambition, and his sight has already been set on Wanluo Academy, which has produced countless strong men, and wants to become one of them.

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