clear water paradise

Chapter 6 May you go through thousands of sails and come back as a teenager

Hearing his companion's exclamation, the handsome man in black asked curiously, "What is a drag knife?"

"How hard do you think that fat man used his knife just now?" The handsome man in white asked back.

"He didn't mobilize his spiritual power. If he used pure brute force, it would definitely not exceed a tripod." The tripod mentioned by the handsome man in black refers to a thousand catties.

"How much strength does the Iron Claw Wind Wolf pounce on?" the handsome man in white asked again.

"It must be the power of the three tripods. The spirit beasts are endowed with extraordinary talents, and their strength is constant." The handsome man in black replied.

The handsome man in white said: "Since you are well aware of the power gap between the two sides, don't you think it's strange that the fat man stabbed the Iron Claw Wind Wolf in the eye and left him unscathed?"

The handsome man in black scratched his head: "I'm also puzzled. The fat man did hit a vital point, but the impact force of the Iron Claw Wind Wolf's nine tripods did not disappear. Under the action of that huge impact force, the fat man's entire arm If it breaks, it will be torn to pieces on the spot."

The handsome man in white announced the answer: "You got the point. The moment the fat man touched the Iron Claw Wind Wolf, he used a skillful force to defuse the impact force. With one drag and one drop, the counter-shock force was skillfully removed. This is the drag knife technique."

The handsome man in black immediately became unconvinced: "I've been talking for a long time, isn't it a common method of unloading force for water-type spirits? The best kindness is like water, and softness overcomes strength. The water-type spirits in the world have reached a certain level, and they know a little about the method of unloading force. Let go!"

The handsome man in white looked at his companion with contempt: "Water-type spirits usually focus on defense when they lose their strength. It is difficult to launch an attack when they lose their opponent's strength. But the fat man goes first with the sword and takes off the impact force when attacking. You Can it be done?"

The handsome man in black immediately felt inferior, and said with a sneer, "I see, this fat man is indeed a master."

"This is the power of dragging a knife. You don't have to be a person with a water spirit to drag a knife. The powerful swordsmen of the four elements of metal, wood, fire, and earth are also proficient in this way. I heard an old man say that he will A swordsman who drags a knife can be regarded as a real swordsman."

When the handsome man in white said this, his pressure doubled: "This fat man is not easy to deal with, let's withdraw."

"Wait a minute!"

Greed flashed in the eyes of the handsome man in black: "You can see that he is sweating profusely and is about to be exhausted. It is a good time to strike."

The handsome man in white took a closer look and was moved: "Touch it first, and I will cover you with a bow and arrow. No matter what kind of expert he is, once he loses his strength, he is still a target."

Without saying a word, the handsome man in black flew out without a sound, at an astonishingly fast speed.

The fat man who successfully exchanged for the fine steel saber gained experience, and stopped yelling at the top of his voice, and said in a low voice, "Exchange for the ninth-grade golden sore medicine."

As he wished, the increasingly familiar voice in the sky responded:

"The ninth-grade golden sore medicine has been successfully exchanged, and it consumes 50 trial merits."

"Current meritorious service: 3."

The fat man had an extra ointment in his hand, and randomly smeared it on his bleeding right arm.

He knew very well what would happen if he lost too much blood, and if he didn't stop bleeding, he would die soon.

Strange to say, after applying the Nine-Pin Gold Sore Medicine, the bleeding on the right arm quickly stopped, and the wound tended to scab.

The few surviving iron claw wind wolves fully aroused their ferocity, howling and rushing over again.

"Good come!"

The fat man let out a loud roar, his arrogance blowing away.

The fat black man with a sword in his hand had a heroic demeanor that was seriously inconsistent with his image.

Plug your eyes!

Draw the knife!

Fatty followed his instincts, completely unaware that there was a hidden secret hidden in his piercing.

In the past, when he felled a tree, he used too much force, and the hatchet shook like a tiger's mouth.

So he studied a set of tree-cutting techniques by himself, which removed the shock force when cutting trees.

Later, when he went out to sea with a raft, he also used this method of unloading force many times to let the raft follow the waves.

Fatty used the same method to deal with Iron Claw Wind Wolf at this moment, otherwise the fine steel saber would have been knocked out of his hand.

He thought that everyone knew how to drag a knife, and it was no big deal.

So he used this no-nonsense method to leapfrog the level and single-handedly kill the Iron Claw Wind Wolf, who had heard the news from the ninth-rank spiritual master.

The black fat man who seems to be so reckless to fly has a kind of technical content that even he himself doesn't know.

In a moment, eight iron-clawed wind wolves fell down.

Unfortunately, the fat man was about to fall too.

If you understand the speed and strength of the Iron Claw Wind Wolf, it is not difficult to understand how high-intensity confrontation this is.

Although the fat man didn't use his full strength when he drew the knife, every time he dodged and moved, he used all the strength he had to eat.

The painful wound on his right arm reminded him very clearly that if he was touched by the wolves again, he would definitely die.

Fatty's body was crumbling, and there were still four Iron Claw Wind Wolves alive.

In a critical moment, he decided to earn as much as he wanted, and said silently: "Catch the angels, recover the corpses!"

This time, the guiding angel didn't show any face: "The spirit is not out of combat yet, so it can't be recovered."

Out of combat?

Is it necessary to kill all these wolves before we can leave?

Fatty's eyes darkened, he really didn't expect to make some meritorious deeds before he died.

"The spiritual body dies, and the physical body is also damaged..."

The words that the angel once said echoed in the fat man's ears.

At first the fat man didn't understand the meaning of these eight characters, but now he has his own understanding.

This is how he understands it: in the dream, you may die, but in reality you may die...

Unwilling to die here, the fat man began to roll all over the ground, raised his saber with the last of his strength, and stabbed to death an iron-clawed wind wolf that was rushing towards him.

Bang!

With a single shot, the fat man didn't even have the strength to stand up.

After falling to the ground, he didn't have the trembling panic, or the despair of closing his eyes and waiting for death, but burst out with an extremely strong desire to survive.

"I haven't found my father yet, I haven't found out who my real parents are, I can't die!"

Deep inside Fatty's heart, there was a voice roaring.

He went to sea three times and faced crises many times. It is precisely because of this belief and this desire to survive that he survived tenaciously.

Suddenly, with Fatty as the center, the space within ten steps was inexplicably distorted.

The few remaining iron-clawed wind wolves stepped back ten paces away as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes were uncertain.

The distorted space prevented the wolves from approaching.

The handsome man in black who was lurking over quietly also did not dare to approach.

The fat man was immersed in a familiar mysterious state, completely forgetting himself.

This state has appeared once before.

At that time, the fat man went out to sea for the first time, and the raft was swallowed by the huge waves, and he was also swallowed by the waves.

The young man who was involved in the giant wolf inspired a mysterious technique of breathing and exhaling.

He closed his mouth and nose tightly, as if every pore in his body was breathing, and he was integrated with the sky and the earth, floating on the cusp of the wind and waves.

In that state, he was even more exaggerated than the old boatman who rowed without oars, and he didn't even use a boat.

He uses his body as a boat, uses the waves as a sail, and rides among the waves on the surface of the sea.

It floated like that for a long time, and finally escaped.

After going back, Yunlang thought for a long time, but he still couldn't find the trick to breathe through the pores.

To this day, under the deadly threat of wolves, he has rediscovered that state.

Little mysterious ripples surged between the fat man's brows, forming a black dot.

The black dot grew bigger and bigger, turning into a thick black book.

The black book flew up inconceivably, hovering above the fat man's head.

The fat man with the black book on his head was blessed by a mysterious force, and his whole body was full of energy, completely out of the weak state.

Just like that, the fat man opened the spiritual seal in a daze, and broke through to the ninth rank.

However, he doesn't know what a spirit seal is, or even what a spirit person is.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Fatty forgot the danger, took the black book in his hand, and flipped through it curiously.

A thick black book with no words in it, and no pictures or illustrations.

For some reason, the fat man felt an incomparably cordial feeling while flipping through the black book.

That kind of intimacy, with the connection of blood relatives, seems to have found relatives who have been lost for many years.

The fat man wanted to cry inexplicably, and he let go of the crying.

It was as if the biological parents who were separated in the shipwreck 16 years ago stood in front of him again, and the fat man burst into tears.

He never felt that he was abandoned by his relatives, nor did he admit that he was a little bastard, because his father told him: When a passenger ship sank at sea, someone must have risked his life and stuffed the baby boy into the wooden basin ...

Tick ​​tock!

When tears dripped between the title pages of the wordless black book, the black book was touched, and words flickered suddenly.

Those words are faintly visible, like fish in a lake, sometimes diving and sometimes surfacing.

On the front page of the black book, there is a preface:

"May you go through thousands of sails and come back as a young man."

(End of this chapter)