I made myths

Chapter 113
A strong wind of fists hit his face, but it was just a wind of fists. The khaki fist stopped five centimeters away from Wen Qian's face, unable to move forward any more.

Clear water droplets spread from the arm towards the fist, extinguishing the earthy yellow light.

But before that, the enemy's body was already wrapped in water, slowly turning into a huge water ball to lift him up and suspend in the air.

"A mage fights a tank. Obviously, my skills are better."

Wen Qian looked at the opponent's increasingly ferocious and angry black face and laughed. The reality is still more fun than the game. For example, to deal with this kind of strong and strong guy, water becomes a sharp weapon.

No matter how powerful the power is, as long as it is annihilated in the body and not allowed to come out, it is equivalent to nothing.

The power of water is not only making him useless, but also decomposing and purifying, so that the spiritual power in his body will disappear as soon as it is used outside. Only in this way can such an effect be achieved.

Otherwise, with the battle experience of the strong at the prefecture level, there are countless ways to resolve the tactic of using softness to overcome strength. (Of course, it could also be that the enemy is really simple-minded.)
Wen Qian waved again, and the strong wind blew all the escaped thieves back, and emptied the contents of his stomach in a spiral in the air, and he was lying on the ground retching sour water.

"I'll ask you an answer."

"Ridiculous! I have never done anything good in my life, but I will never betray my brother! You can torture me, insult me, kill me..."

Words that were painful to listen to were being uttered one after another, and Wen Qian felt a little admiration in his heart, and secretly said in his heart: "What a bright and aboveboard man..."

"But I'm telling you! Except for what you want to know, I will never reveal any information! You should die!"

"..."

Wen Qian silently picked up a branch and attached it with aura to make the branch stronger and more harmful. Then he carefully persuaded: "Remember, don't be skinny if you don't have strength!"

call out--

The branch cut through the air and hit Feng Lengzi's leg, making a crisp sound, which was also mixed with his scream.

Looking at his pants again, there was no damage at all, and all the force hit his body.

shhhhhhhhhhhhh-

There was an endless stream of crackling sounds, waking up the comatose thieves, but no one dared to show signs of awakening, for fear of suffering a meal of fried meat with branches.

"Who are you!"

"We are...we are...that's right! Thieves, we are thieves!"

"I t**."

Rao Wen Qian, who had forgotten the essence of the country for several days, couldn't help seeing the other party's extremely surprised expression at this moment. He scolded him and shattered his idea of ​​reopening the clan, so he continued to ask:
"Where did you get these painless flowers?"

He held a bitterness-free flower in the shape of a purple peony in his hand, and wrapped it with aura to prevent the pollen from leaking out.

This was found in the space storage stone led by the other party, and there were piles of dry bitter grass inside. Obviously, they had a stable production chain, otherwise they would not have such a sufficient reserve.

"We have a breeding land in the valley. We use the spiritual spring in the ground to grow the bittergrass seeds stolen from the medical center. We also practice here. If you want to find the spiritual spring, tell me and I will take you there immediately."

The answer was very smooth and good, Wen Qian nodded with satisfaction, and continued to ask: "How did you grow this bitterness-free flower? Can you continue to improve him to reach the strength that can influence the powerhouse of the sky?"

"Aren't you embarrassing us? You and the boss are the strongest we've ever seen. The boss is a prefecture-level one. It's shit luck to be able to cultivate this bitterness-free flower. How can we expect to go further?"

"As for the method of cultivation you mentioned, we don't know much about it. We just throw the seeds into the spiritual spring, and when they germinate, fish them out and plant them next to them. We take part of them as medicine, and the other part after they mature The seeds continue to be sown."

"We have planted it for more than ten years, and the boss selects the best batch every time, and directly nourishes it with blood every day. For more than ten years, we have such a bitterness-free flower."

"It's indeed an ordinary parenting method, but it's also the most direct without twists and turns."

Wen Qian nodded. This method of selecting the best from the best is the most common and safest method, and it also takes the longest time.

To grow bitterness-free grass into a bitterness-free flower, it needs more than ten years of blood nourishment from earth-level powerhouses, and to go further, it needs daily blood nourishment from heaven-level powerhouses for hundreds of years and thousands of years before it can be successful.

There is no doubt that this method of accumulating resistance by mass will not work.

Wen Qian brought the comatose Chuan'er with the wind, and trapped the thieves in the water dungeon, and instilled oxygen so that they would not suffocate to death, and then told Feng Lianzi:

"Take me to the location of your Lingquan."

"Okay, you follow me, there are many traps in the valley, don't disturb your mood."

"Ah."

Wen Qian followed behind Feng Lengzi, this guy really "keeps his word", he really said that there were traps, and he really found out if there were difficult roads.

The two walked in the dense and gloomy mountain forest. The terrain went all the way down, and gray fog gradually filled the air, reducing visibility.

Feng Lengzi took out a strange torch, which burned bitter grass, and the black powder particles from the burning flew towards a certain direction.

"Hero, I think you also know that this is the root-seeking characteristic of bitter grass. As long as it is not far from the place where it grows when it burns, it can automatically search back."

"Don't think that I'm playing tricks, I really have nothing to do with it."

Feng Lengzi's sincere appearance, watching the companions in the water prison behind all showed anger, and they calmed down after being poured with a mouthful of water.

Soon, they searched for the ashes of the bitter grass and found the spiritual spring.

It is a flat area at the bottom of the valley. The Siwan streams flow out from the bottom of the four valley walls respectively, and converge into a small pool of about one square meter in the middle. The small pool is not big but deep, and the bottom cannot be seen at a glance.

The purple bitterness-free flowers grew around the small pool, completely covering the entire bottom of the valley, and Wen Qian couldn't find a place to stay for a while.

"You raised so many bitterness-free flowers, how many innocent people did you kill?"

"No, no...can't remember."

In Wen Qian's cold eyes, Feng Lengzi was finally overwhelmed, and the courage to lie disappeared.

And Wen Qian was even more angry in his heart, but since he didn't kill them at first, it would be cheaper to kill them now.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Are you serious!?"

"It's natural."

As the voice fell, Wen Qian pointed his finger at Feng Lengzi's forehead, and a cold feeling flowed down from his forehead and passed through his chest, making the beating of the heart stagnate, all the way down, making the internal organs tremble, Keep your legs stiff.

Not only him, but everyone else in the water prison also shuddered, as if being pierced by a ghost.

Wen Qian explained in a cold voice: "I have set a taboo formation for you. From now on, you must do good deeds and accumulate virtue every day. If you violate it, you will have a splitting headache and life would be worse than death."

(End of this chapter)