I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 332 Dragon Slayer in Action
Deep in Shennongjia, in front of a certain lake.

Lu Mingfei held Si Ming, slowly closed his eyes, his spiritual consciousness and magic power connected with Si Ming's aura, the chilling breath diffused in the forest, the temperature gradually dropped, and the moist air even condensed dewdrops on the grass leaves .

Compared with the rough cultivation methods of the ancient times, the gradual state of eating qi, spinning, and heartbeat has a greater advantage in cultivation. A simple understanding is that cultivation is like playing a game to upgrade. The improvement of the realm will give the character set The previous BUFF for gaining experience points.

After about a year of sublimation in the heart-beating realm, Lu Mingfei's overall strength has increased several times compared to a year ago. There is no weakness in essence, energy, and spirit. Even in the world of monks, he can be regarded as a small master up.

With the joint support of divine consciousness and mana, Si Ming gradually touched another layer of space hidden under the real space, ripples like water waves rippled in the air, and became more and more intense, until at a certain moment, Lu Mingfei clearly felt The Qi mechanism in the whole body changes suddenly.

He has already entered the Nibelungen again.

The village head of the Nibelungen told him before that Si Ming, as the builder of the Nibelungen, may have the ability to enter and leave the Nibelungen. Now it seems that this guess is indeed correct. With Si Ming, he doesn't need to go to the little devil if he wants to enter the Nibelungen.

The beast's instinct to hide its aura is still too rough in front of a cultivator in the heartbeat state. The last time Lu Mingfei came to Nibelungen, he was almost attacked by a fish that turned into a dead waiter in the pool because of his weak ability to perceive aura. But now To him, the smell of the fish under the pool was no different from the lit candles. Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and pride that years of hard work had finally paid off.

Oh no, how can I compare with a school of fish?
Realizing that it seemed embarrassing for him to be proud of a group of fish, Lu Mingfei released a bit of murderous intent, scaring the dozen or so fish in the pool that were rushing towards him without knowing their life and death, and fled in panic. The fit turned into a sword light, and flew straight towards the direction of the village in the impression. The vegetation and rocks in front of him were all divided into two by the sword light.

It's just that if the grass, trees, mountains and rocks are conscious, they will probably be scolded.

However, in just a cup of tea, the shadow of the village appeared in Lu Mingfei's eyes - this was because he lost a lot of time on the way.

The sword light dissipated and converged, and Lu Mingfei landed on the ground with his command on his back, and walked towards the village. To show that he was not hostile, he waved to the sentinel standing guard at the entrance of the village from a distance—if he was holding a pitchfork, it would be considered Sentinel's words.

"&%...(&*Y#￥#&..."

The villager dressed as a sentinel wore a pair of bright golden pupils. He was tall and majestic, with blue-gray scales on his cheeks. He was taken aback when he saw Lu Mingfei waving at him in the distance, then showed an excited expression, and shouted with a pitchfork. The old pre-Qin saying that Lu Mingfei didn't understand ran towards him.

Sensing that the visitor was not hostile to him through the air mechanism, Lu Mingfei still carried Si Ming on his back, thinking about it in his mind, he seemed to have seen this man last time he came to the village—it should be said that he was a rare man surrounded by crowds Animals, most of the people in the village had seen him and had been seen by him.

It seems that this man should remember him.

"￥...#￥#/%￥..."

The man stood in front of Lu Mingfei, stomped the pitchfork into the ground, and talked and gestured to Lu Mingfei, but Lu Mingfei really couldn't understand what he was talking about. If this man wrote, he might still be able to understand A few small seal characters, but you have to speak... The accent changes over the past 2000 years, let alone he can't understand it, even if an expert who specializes in Qin Dynasty culture comes, he can't understand it either!
Realizing that the person in front of him could not understand his accent, the man scratched his head, picked up the pitchfork in one hand, and pulled Lu Mingfei into the village with the other. When we arrived at a house, we were met with strange looks from the villagers on the road.

Standing in front of the house with the man, Lu Mingfei could sense an aura inside, but his first visit was due to insufficient cultivation and it was difficult to subdivide the aura. law comparison.

The man slammed the wooden door hard twice, and shouted twice, and he didn't know what kind of wood it was, but it didn't break under the hammer of this kind of mixed blood.

A clear and pleasant female voice sounded, and the door was opened. A girl in a linen and animal skin dress stood behind the door, looking at Lu Mingfei in surprise.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, he was still an acquaintance - the first mixed-race girl he saw in the Nibelungen last time was this little girl.

Maybe it was a meeting of acquaintances, the girl seemed a lot excited, looked up and down, left and right at Lu Mingfei, and saw that Lu Mingfei was a bit embarrassed, just said a few words to the big man, a few words After speaking, the big man nodded and left, but before he left, he took a deep look at Lu Mingfei, and saw that Lu Mingfei was inexplicable.

The big man left, and the girl took Lu Mingfei's hand and led him to the village chief's house in the distance.

Outside the village chief's house, the girl yelled crisply, the wide wooden door opened, and the burly village chief, who was half human and half dragon, came out. When he saw Lu Mingfei, his eyes were obviously a bit surprised.

The village head seemed very happy, and Lu Mingfei was also very happy, because the only person in the village who could communicate with him normally was the village head.

"Mr. Lu, you're here." Although the village chief looked a little scary, his attitude was still very friendly, and he welcomed Lu Mingfei into the house while greeting him.

"We meet again, Li Zheng."

Li Zheng is the village head of Qin Shi.

"Mr. Lu came this time, but met a dragon?" The village head still remembered the agreement with Lu Mingfei.

"Well," Lu Mingfei nodded, "I'm here this time to ask you, Li Zheng, to do me a favor and deal with some princes."

"How many...Prince?" Lizheng's eyelids twitched. Although he and the villagers were bent on pursuing the glory of their ancestors and wanted to kill a few dragons with their own hands, there are still several...Prince, are you just playing? Gotta be a little big?

Li Zheng had never seen a dragon in his life, but he knew that the people in his village were only suppressing a duke, and the prince was even stronger than the duke.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to help Lizheng in vain," Lu Mingfei said. "If you are willing to make a move, I will provide every soldier with a set of armored bows and spears of the Great Qin Xuanjia Sharp Warrior, although it is different from the armor bow and spear of the 2000 years ago. It is inevitable that there will be some discrepancies in the comparison, but the difference should not be big, and the guaranteed power is only strong but not weak."

The village head thought for a moment, then nodded readily.

There are also armor weapons left by the former Xuanjia warriors in the village, but for more than 2000 years, even the armor used by the most elite Xuanjia warriors in Daqin has been rusted.

"But Mr. Lu, how do you bring in the armor and weapons?" The village chief was a little puzzled. There were about 400 young and strong villagers, men and women, who could fight in the village. If you want to arm them, the equipment needed is not enough good luck.

"No luck," Lu Mingfei said, "I'll make it directly."

"make?"

Under the puzzled eyes of the village chief, Lu Mingfei walked out of the house, stood on the open space in front of the house and closed his eyes, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and appeared in front of Constantine.

"Konstantin, lend me your authority?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes." Constantine nodded obediently.

The heavenly book rolled up Constantine's soul, and with the help of the power of the heavenly book, a small part of the authority belonging to the King of Bronze and Fire was directly controlled by Lu Mingfei.

The power of law that is completely different from the bloodline and cultivation level descended on him, Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were already flowing red gold and smooth colored glaze!
Electric light emerged around his body, and within the distorted electric light, jet-black and reddish metal slag emerged out of thin air, melting and merging with each other, and an invisible magic circle was carved out inside the metal. The mighty Xuanjia has been formed, and the details almost completely correspond to the figure of the village chief, as if tailor-made.

Words of spirit, heaven and earth are furnaces.

The village chief's eyes were quite shocked. Firstly, he was shocked by Lu Mingfei's powerful speech ability, and secondly, he didn't expect Lu Mingfei to know the equipment style of the Xuanjia Ruishi—he had seen the ones left by his ancestors. The armor made by Lu Mingfei is almost exactly the same.

But in fact, Lu Mingfei just imitated the armor of several soldiers of the Great Qin that appeared in a dream related to Yingzheng and Zhao Wangqian after he left the Nibelungen a few years ago (see Chapter 170) and the armor he had personally experienced in the Qin Dynasty. Xia Mi's retelling of the court created this set of armor.

"Lizheng, call other villagers who will participate in the battle," Lu Mingfei said, "I will make a suit of suit armor and weapons for each of you."

"Okay... okay." The village chief nodded with a dull look.

……

In the sky, a private plane flying from North America to China, the jet plane passed through the clouds, leaving a white trail.

As far as jet private jets are concerned, they generally don’t need to carry too many passengers, and the same is true for Caesar’s plane. Even though it is already a model with a relatively large passenger capacity among private jets, it can only carry Fourteen passengers.

But that's more than enough.

All members of the special operations team except Lu Mingfei were on the plane. Under Caesar's arrogance, they set off before the rest of the secret party. While the others were still waiting for the passenger plane, Caesar's private plane was already approaching. In China, although the landing process is somewhat troublesome, it is still faster than waiting for a passenger plane on the whole.

Caesar never learned this idiom, but he never wanted to be left behind, so his team must be the first to arrive.

"Hey, Caesar," Nuonuo reached out and hammered Caesar who was sitting next to him, "Why do you seem to have a strange attitude towards me recently? It seems like you always want to avoid me?"

"Is there? It's your delusion. It may be that you have been under too much pressure in the exam recently." Caesar flipped through some materials compiled by Norma.

"Illusion? You forgot my ability?" Nuonuo rolled his eyes.

She doesn't have the spirit of speech, but the ability of "profile" is not weaker than the spirit of speech from a certain point of view.

Caesar fell silent.

"So what's the matter?" Nuonuo became a little impatient. Caesar's attitude these days always made her feel uncomfortable. It didn't mean that she didn't like her anymore, or that she didn't love her anymore, and it wasn't that she had cheated or moved. Love is not in love, but he just avoids her.

Especially not long after sending her a marriage proposal text message.

Could he be suffering from premarital syndrome?

Nuonuo thought to herself.

"If one day, you suddenly find that your destiny is quietly woven by people before you were born, and your whole life from childhood to adulthood has been guided to the direction that the people behind the scenes want you to go, you find all this Then, when you suddenly realize that you may be a puppet made by someone else, what will you do?" Caesar asked.

Caesar would always have some weird problems with a little middle school, and Nuonuo was used to it. In her opinion, Caesar was dissatisfied with the family again, and felt that the family was manipulating his life and future.

After thinking about it for a while, Nuonuo raised his face and said seriously: "If it were me, since I have already realized it, I would probably accept the things I like very much, and kick the ones I hate and the ones I don't like so much. Kick it away, and then randomly find two trolls to blow the heads of the people behind the scenes."

"Well, that makes sense."

Caesar nodded, put his arms around his shoulders and put Nuonuo in his arms.

"So, if there is such a day, are you willing to go and blow their heads with me?" Caesar asked.

"That depends on whether the gun you prepared for me is strong enough."

(End of this chapter)