Tales of Herding Gods - 3. Chapter 3 Magical Powers

The pharmacist had his own thoughts, and said, “Give him spiritual blood, drink a lot, drink desperately! Spirit blood can improve his physique every time. Drinking too much can not stimulate the spiritual body, but that Physical fitness must be better than any spirit body!”

“Punch a dragon to death.”

The village chief smiled and said, “It must be able to scare the bastards outside the big market to death.”

The two smiled at each other, and the pharmacist walked out of the room and closed the door.

The next day, the villagers brought in a few more iron-bone tigers, green snakes, thunderbirds and golden tortoises. These old men and old ladies had goals and were full of enthusiasm, but they made the pharmacist angry: “Let him drink too much spirit at once. Blood will hold him to death!”

The dumb blacksmith who dragged the two Thunderbirds grinned, and he didn’t have a tongue in his mouth.

“Mu’er can hold it!” Granny Si was full of confidence in Qin Mu.

The pharmacist glared at them, stopped talking, took out the eggs and continued to refine the blood, but something went wrong. This time there was a lot of blood from the Four Spirits. After Qin Mu drank it, his body swelled up like inflated, making the old men and women very nervous, for fear that he would explode.

The pharmacist took out a few hollow silver needles and inserted them on Qin Mu’s back and on the Tianling cover, only to see that the pinholes of these silver needles sprayed out with red, blue and purple air currents.

After a while, the silver needle stopped blowing air. The pharmacist took off the needle and glared at the old ladies again: “Step by step, step by step, if you want to feed him into a fat man, it will only hold him to death! Now he is still there. A little panic, you are all very busy. Later, the butcher will practice knives with him, and Master Ma will practice boxing with him. For the lame, you will practice legs with him to help him digest.”

“Mu’er, come to practice the knife!”

The butcher supported the ground with both hands and jumped up and landed on a single wooden stake. He had no lower body, and his upper body stood on the single stake, almost the same height as Qin Mu.

The butcher holds two pig-killing knives in both hands. Unlike ordinary pig-killing knives, the ordinary pig-killing knives are not as long as a ruler, with a wooden handle and a circular arc, like the moon is cut by three quarters.

But the pig-killing knife in the butcher’s hand looks like an ordinary pig-killing knife, but it is a few size, the knife is three feet two inches long, the back of the knife is thick, the blade is thin, sharply sharpened, and the two knives put together like two arches. The shaped door is scary.

The pig-killing knife in Qin Mu’s hand is also the same size, but it has only one knife, and it sinks a lot. In the ordinary period of youth, he could only afford a knife, but since taking the four spirits, his blood strength was much greater than before, and he did not feel heavy when he carried the pig knife with one hand.

“Grandpa Tu, be careful!”

With a knife in one hand, Qin Mu rushed towards the butcher on the single stake. The butcher laughed, although he was only half of his body, he still looked heroic and dry.

The night battle is full of wind and rain!

Qin Mu flew up and down with a single knife, moving in his footsteps, cutting away from the butcher.

“Slow, slow, you are too slow!”

The butcher yelled, the two knives flew like rain, the clanging crit sounds like torrential rain hitting pear blossoms, and he sternly said: “Quick! No matter how fast! Your pig-killing knife can be faster! Night fights the wind and rain. , Is to be fast, the pig-killing knife should be as fast as the wind and rain in the dark night, spreading all over the city! Give me faster!”

The light of the knife was faster, like three silver dragons cruising up and down around a single stake. The sound of the wind became louder and louder, and the sneer of the knife gas was mixed with the sound of the wind.

That is a knife mark.

“Very good, just be so fast! The faster your knife, the stronger the knife energy. But you are not fast enough, so fast that your knife will burn like fire, burn, and then burn again!”

The butcher was crazy, dancing with swords with both hands, making Qin Mu dazzled, and shouted: “Burning! Burning! Let your knife burn, let your Qi burn, let your spirit burn! After burning, you will be supernatural powers!”

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His knife cut through, and the knife rubbed against the air, and it burned. The two knives went back and forth like two fire dragons, and the momentum became more and more amazing.

The fire dragon rushed towards Qin Mu. Qin Mu was unstoppable. Suddenly two fire dragons soared into the sky, tearing apart the dark night above the dilapidated old village, which was astonishing.

Qin Mu was stunned, the butcher’s knife was really terrifying.

Over the village, darkness flooded in, swallowing the fire dragon and Daoguangdao Qi.

As if the darkness had life, it seemed to be very angry at the butcher raising the knife to cut to the darkness, and the extremely depressed darkness pressed towards the village, as if he was about to swallow the village.

However, the light of the stone statues in the four corners of the village suddenly became brighter, pushing the darkness back.

“Holy thief!”

The butcher stood on a wooden stake with knives in both hands, yelling up to the sky, a little crazy: “Sooner or later I will split the black, and sooner or later I will kill it back! I am cut off by his waist, and lost his legs, but not his head. I want to kill…”

“Grandpa Tu is crazy again. But Grandpa Tu’s sword is too fast. He has made the sword technique into supernatural powers. When can I practice as fast as him?”

Qin Mu looked at the crazy butcher in admiration, put down the pig-killing knife, and went to find the one-armed horse master.

“The butcher’s knife is magical power to cut out flames, and my fist is magical power to strike thunder!”

Master Ma looked serious, made a fist with one arm, and his bones made a burst of crackling noises, and said calmly: “Mu’er, when you can hold the thunder and lightning in your hand, your fist will be considered a small accomplishment. Butcher’s The knife is fast, but my fist breaks through the limitations of the sound, breaks through the air, and bursts out incomparable power! One hand can also practice fist, one hand is a thousand hands, and one hand can also emit thunder. Sound Thunder!”

Boom

There was a muffled thunder, which was a fist blasted by Lord Ma, like thunder.

Boom boom boom!

A series of thunder sound came, and Qin Mu couldn’t catch the speed of Ma Ye’s punch with his naked eyes, and the afterimage of his fist made him see that the one-armed Ma Ye was no longer a one-arm, but had thousands of arms.

Ma Ye’s fist is getting faster and faster, and the thousands of arms are holding thunder and lightning in their palms. Every blow is thunder and lightning!

“This is the Thousand-Handed Buddha in Leiyin’s Eight Forms! As long as your fists are faster than the sound, you can control the thunder, and with one fist, you can destroy the opponent’s soul and body, leaving him dead forever and immortal!”

Master Ma closed his fists and said solemnly: “Use the thunder eight patterns I taught you to attack me, strike out thunder, hold thunder and lightning, and control thunder!”

Qin Mu settled down. The skills taught to him by Master Ma and Grandpa Tu today are different from before. They used to teach him to practice sword and boxing, but this time they all mentioned a word.

Supernatural powers!

This word is a bit strange, it was the first time he heard it.

Qin Mu displayed Leiyin’s Eighth Form and attacked Ma Ye. Although Ma Ye was one-armed, Qin Mu’s attack was easily blocked by him without any effort.

Unlike the butcher, although the butcher seems mad, he is measured every time he confronts Qin Mu with a knife and has never hurt him, but Ma Ye is merciless, as long as Qin Mu’s moves are flawed, he will be punched. After coming over, although his fists were not heavy, Qin Mu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face.

It wasn’t until Qin Mu couldn’t fight anymore that Master Ma let him rest.

“The legs are the wind, the earth, and the root of strength.”

The lame man was leaning on crutches. He only had one leg left, but it was him who taught Qin Mu’s leg skills. In the past, Qin Mu believed that the most normal person in the village was the lame grandfather. He always smiled honestly and gave people an extremely reliable feel.

But since the cripple river bank stabbed the woman who crawled out of the cowhide to death with a simple smile, Qin Mu was a little less sure.

The lame smile is a smile with a knife hidden in the smile. No one knows whether his smile is real or fake.

He smiled and said to Qin Mu: “Mu’er, the butcher praised his sword, and Master Ma praised his fist, and the real magical power is the leg. What should I do if I can’t kill the opponent or beat the opponent? Is the most important thing! Life is not only about poetry and the distance, but also forgiving! So living is victory! As long as you run fast enough, you can run on the wall, run on the water, and even in Running fast in the sky! Running fast enough, everything is flat ground, flame and air are flat ground! Whenever you run to the sound but also behind your ears can’t catch up with you, then you are considered to have the magical powers of initial legwork. Muer, come, put on the iron ingot.”