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Chapter 5 Insert an eye first, then drag a knife

"Are you sure he's a master? Even I can see that he's sweating."

The handsome man in black looked suspicious, and saw the fat man in the distance wiping his sweat.

The handsome man in white raised his eagle eyes and was immediately puzzled: "What's the matter, let alone a seventh-rank master, even an eighth-rank spiritual master can deal with this group of black spirit pigs without blushing or panting. "

The handsome man in black said disdainfully: "Does it need to be as high as the eighth rank? With my ninth rank spiritual power, it won't be too tiring to deal with those black spirit pigs head-on."

The man in white thought for a while and said: "There are probably two possibilities. One is that he used pure brute force, and his physical exertion was serious. The second possibility is relatively small. As the so-called fat man is physically weak, maybe he has a body that outsiders don't know about. hidden disease."

The handsome man in black was deeply inspired: "Instead, I think the second possibility is more likely. Most of his spiritual body has been severely injured, leaving hidden dangers. I was eliminated three years ago. After waking up from the dream, I was so weak that I even had trouble walking." , somewhat similar to that fat man's situation."

The man in white was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Is the old injury recurring? Haha, it's the right time to do it now!"

"Wait a minute."

The handsome man in black who was eager to strike at first suddenly calmed down, and he had the experience of an old boatman:

"The large jungle on the right side of the stream is the famous fierce place in the Trial Mountain Range - Beast Forest! Every day, many spirit beasts come to drink water by the stream, and the fat man sits by the stream and refuses to leave. With his current weak state, he might not be able to fight again when he encounters spirit beasts."

"There are not only ninth-rank spirit beasts hidden in the beast forest, but also many powerful eight-rank spirit beasts. Fatty's fight just now was too noisy, which inevitably attracted the attention of the wandering spirit beasts in the beast forest. We rushed over rashly and became a living target instead."

"Furthermore, although he recovered the corpse of the black spirit pig, the blood stains on the ground have not dissipated. Some spirit beasts with an amazing sense of smell can be found by smelling the smell of blood from ten miles away. We will wait Wait, there may be a chance to pick up a bargain."

The long speech of the handsome man in black is a prophecy.

On the edge of the beast forest, a group of giant wolves emerged.

Those giant wolves were big and strong, with sharp claws and gray hair, and they ran like the wind, and their eyes shone with a terrifying luster that would prey on someone.

"Iron Claw Wind Wolf?"

The handsome man in white shrank his gaze, subconsciously lurking motionless.

Compared with the black spirit pig, the iron claw wind wolf is more than a little bit stronger.

Regardless of whether it is a human or a spirit beast, the burst of spiritual power reaches [-] catties, which is classified as the ninth rank, and the black spirit pig is this grade.

The power of the spirit can reach one thousand catties, and if the spirit seal is opened, it can be promoted to the ninth rank.For example, the [Eagle Eye] of the handsome man in white is a spirit seal ability activated when he broke through to the ninth rank.

The iron claw wind wolf reaches the ninth rank and third rank after adulthood, and can burst out a huge force of three thousand catties in a full-strength pounce!

This is not over yet, among the ninth-rank spirit beasts crawling on the ground, the Iron Claw Wind Wolf is the fastest one!

It comes and goes like the wind, so it is called the wind wolf!

Seeing the pack of giant wolves, Fatty felt strange.

The familiar feeling emerged again, as if he had encountered such a pack of wolves before.

But here comes the problem, there are no wolves on Black Dragon Island.

It was too late to say it, but the iron-clawed wind wolf, known for its cunning, did not rush like the black spirit pig. It spread out and formed a large circle, trapping the fat man in it.

The wolves were not in a hurry to attack together, and sent a vanguard to make a tentative attack.

Facing the giant wolf that was flying towards him, Fatty reacted quickly and twisted his waist to avoid the fatal pounce.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed both hands, trying to push the gray-white wolf to the ground.

That's what he did when he dealt with the tiger with white forehead and drowsy eyes, pushing the tiger to the ground and weeping bitterly.

This time, Fatty's routine was unsuccessful.

Just holding down the back of the wolf, he encountered a rebound from the bottom, and a strong force shook the fat man back a few steps.

"This thing is so powerful!"

The fat man gasped. He had never met a living creature with greater strength than him.

Before he could think carefully, the Iron Claw Wind Wolf who had stood up rushed over again.

"So fast!"

The fat man was taken aback again, realizing the real speed of the Iron Claw Wind Wolf.

He had never seen such a powerful animal, let alone such a terrifyingly fast living creature.

I just felt a flash in front of my eyes, and the Iron Claw Wind Wolf was close at hand.

Fatty's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, knowing that he couldn't avoid it, he grabbed it and grabbed the giant wolf's front legs.

He intends to repeat the old trick and use the Iron Claw Wind Wolf as a hidden weapon to finish off the pack of wolves surrounding him.

Unfortunately, the plan did not catch up with the changes.

The Iron Claw Wind Wolf, which was flying in mid-air, suddenly shrank its front legs, and then took advantage of the situation to scratch.

Whoa!

The sleeve of the coarse cloth jacket on the fat man's right hand was cut open by sharp claws, and blood was profusely pouring from his arm.

The strong tingling sensation made Fatty forget that this was a dream.

He burst out with an instinctive desire to survive, rolled away from an incredible angle, barely dodging the pounce of the giant wolf.

"I want to change to a refined steel saber!"

The tumbling fat man yelled loudly.

He didn't know, he didn't know whether the things in the Void Castle could appear in his hands.

At the critical moment, the voice of the guiding angel sounded in the sky:

"Successfully exchange for ordinary weapons, fine steel swords, and consume 100 trial merits."

"Current remaining trial merit: 53."

In the void half a meter away from Fatty's eyes, there was a single knife floating.

This is the cheapest weapon on the first floor of the meritorious service building. It is incomparable to the Dragon Slaying Knife, a spiritual weapon worth a thousand meritorious deeds, but it is much sharper than the hatchet used by the fat man to chop trees.

At this time, the Iron Claw Wind Wolf rushed over again, the fat man didn't have time to think, he grabbed the treasured knife floating in front of his eyes with his left hand, and suddenly raised the knife and dropped it.

boom!

The fat man slashed at it with a powerful knife, not only did not kill the Iron Claw Wind Wolf, he didn't even cut out the wound.

"So hard?"

The fat man was really taken aback, he had never seen a creature with such thick skin and thick flesh.

The knife he was determined to win only cut off a handful of wolf hairs!

The situation was critical, and the fat man had no time to think about it, so he reacted instinctively.

"It doesn't matter, just put an eye in."

Fatty said that he inserted the eye, he must be unambiguous.

Facing the iron-clawed wind wolf that swooped over again, the fat man stabbed out, and the point of the knife pierced into the eye socket of the spirit beast.

Eye insertion is complete.

The lurking black and white beauty was stunned, feeling that all this was unreal.

"Is it a coincidence, he doesn't even use his spiritual skills, how did he do it?" the handsome man in black asked in amazement.

"Maybe a blind cat hit a dead mouse, that knife was too evil." The handsome man in black felt the pressure.

While the two were discussing, the battle continued.

"Ow!"

Seeing the tragic death of their companions, the wolves became angry, howling and rushing from all directions.

Plug your eyes!

Draw the knife!

The fat man is getting more and more handy,

The scene looked extremely strange, as if the Iron Claw Wind Wolf took the initiative to lean over and stab his eyes on the tip of the knife.

Insert another eye!

Draw the knife again!

Fatty did it in one go, flowing freely.

There were only three things, and seeing that fat man who looked like a newcomer beheaded three spirit beasts in a row, the black and white handsome man didn't think it was a coincidence at all.

Inserting eyes is easy to say, but difficult to do.

Spiritual beasts have a natural life-saving instinct. For vital organs such as the eyes, they should be strictly guarded and protected. Not everyone can stab a knife into the eyes of a spiritual beast.

And the fat man pierced his eyes with a knife, and his quickness, accuracy, and ruthlessness were fully displayed, which was enough to be included in the textbook of one-man killing Iron Claw Wind Wolf.There are also some things that are invisible to the eyes, such as the ability to predict. The fat man predicted the specific direction of the impact of the iron monkey, and the timing of the knife was perfect.

The most frightening thing is that Fatty didn't crush it with absolute strength. His strength was weaker than that of the Iron Claw Wind Wolf. With a force of one thousand catties, he leapfrogged and killed a spirit beast with a force of three thousand catties.This kind of skill of lifting weights as if they are light and using strength to strike can be called a first-class swordsman.

The fat man was still shuttling among the wolves, piercing his eyes with knives and killing all directions.

His sword technique is not a spiritual skill, but it has a charm no less than a spiritual skill.

There is a question: how to cut down a big tree with an ordinary hatchet?

If you use pure brute force, the edge of the knife will have shriveled long ago.

There is a trick here, and the fat man has tried it many times.

He once cut down a big tree with a hatchet and cut the tree into the shape he wanted, from which he honed his knife skills.

Fatty summed up a principle from it: Use the least effort to make the biggest vote!

That's what he's doing now, invisibly lifting weights lightly.

Seeing the fat man beheading five iron-clawed wind wolves in a row, the handsome man in white with eagle eyes seemed to see something, and suddenly exclaimed: "Fuck, this fat man can drag a knife?"

(End of this chapter)