24 hours of automatic hard training in martial arts, I will directly open and hang up

The cost of a day is an astronomical figure!

However, Ning Chuan earns more and can easily afford it, so he is not worried.

With a wave of his hand, Ning Chuan put these empty boxes into the interspatial ring, and took out dozens of boxes of sharp air for the divine soldiers to devour.

Among them, Ning Chuan took out 33 of the most powerful magic weapons and focused on cultivating them, preparing to use them as close-up weapons in the future.

Although the Ten Thousand Soldiers Divine Treasure is powerful and the number one in attacking and conquering since ancient times, it is not flawless.

There are also flaws.

As a throwing martial art, distance is an unavoidable flaw.

In close combat, the power of Myriad Soldiers Divine Treasure will be reduced.

Of course, the premise is that he can stand up to the bombardment of the magic soldiers, close the distance, and bully him.

Ning Chuan considered the number of his magic soldiers...

He seemed to be thinking too much.

Unless the realm of strength is significantly ahead of him, it can be said that it is an impossible task!

Chapter 320 Ning Chuan Appears, Xie Lian Dies December 12th, Sunday.

Jiang Xiaorou felt that the time was almost up, so she came to Xie Lian's office.

"Have you figured it out?" Xie Lian said calmly, holding back his joy.

"I can trade with you!"

Jiang Xiaorou gritted her teeth, struggled and said, "However, you have to make a martial arts oath!

the matter cannot be divulged;

You can't threaten me with this matter in the future;

Can't kill me..."

Jiang Xiaorou proposed a series of conditions to show the truth.

"no problem!"

Xie Lian said with a smile, agreeing to all of them.

Martial arts oaths are not absolute, and there are loopholes in words that can be exploited.

It's like killing Jiang Xiaorou to silence her. It was a decision made before, and it was Wu Guangzhi who made the shot. It has nothing to do with him, and it doesn't affect his martial arts oath.

"What time and place?" Xie Lian asked.

"I'll let you know when I get there."

Jiang Xiaoju said: "It won't be too long, just recently, assistant teacher Ning asked me to go over to accompany him for a few days, and I will try to get the martial seal of the idea of ​​forging god meditation."

When the words fell, she turned and left.

In the evening, Jiang Xiaorou went to the apartment in Guanxing Building, found Ning Chuan, and informed him of the incident.

Ning Chuan murmured: "Tomorrow is the only time, there is no need to delay."

"it is good."

Jiang Xiaorou nodded.

The next day.

A commercial area, a box of a cafe.

Jiang Xiaorou chose this place as a trading venue.

Also recommended by psychologists.

The downtown area is safer, lest Xie Lian become suspicious.

In fact, Xie Lian was really cautious. After receiving Jiang Xiaorou's notice, he didn't go in a hurry. He first contacted Wu Guangzhi and asked him to follow him secretly. Then he disguised himself carefully before arriving at the cafe.

"Have you got Wu Yin?!"

Xie Lian closed the door, looked at Jiang Xiaorou, and felt his voice tremble with excitement.

Only 5% of the mental power training method is missing.

The distance from completeness is minuscule.

After he passed it on, maybe he was lucky and could complete it with a flash of inspiration.

At that time, he can completely abscond to Tianwu Realm, exchange power and benefits with it, and live like an emperor.

Why be afraid of Ning Chuan anymore!

Standing opposite, Jiang Xiaorou asked back, "Where is the Manjusawa I want?"

"At this!"

Xie Lian said quickly, took out a gorgeous red flower, and said, "Where is Wu Yin?"

Jiang Xiaorou flipped her left hand, holding a martial seal in her palm.

Seeing this, Xie Lian's eyes were extremely fiery. As a member of the Ancient Martial Arts Research Institute, he knew very well what the Forging God Meditation looks like.

"Hurry up and trade!"

Xie Lian urged, and couldn't help walking towards Jiang Xiaorou quickly.

At this moment, a slender figure appeared out of thin air, with an indifferent expression, eyes like electricity, staring at Xie Lian coldly.

It was Ning Chuan.

He had come to the coffee shop a long time ago, and had been hiding his figure with the technique of invisibility.

Ning Chuan and Jiang Xiaorou discussed to show up again when the transaction happened, which would have the greatest impact on Xie Lian's emotions, and it would be convenient for Jiang Xiaorou to read his mind.

Heiyeyuan has risks after all.

If Xie Lian's mental quality is average, it is easy to lose his mind in the dark and become demented.

"How dare you steal the idea of ​​​​Forging God Meditation, you are so courageous!"

Ningchuan Senhan said.

Hearing this, Xie Lian's movements froze immediately, his mind went blank.

Ning Chuan knew it!

It doesn't matter whether Jiang Xiaorou teamed up with Ning Chuan to deliberately frame her, or whether she accidentally exposed the traces and was discovered by Ning Chuan.

It is true that he stole the idea of ​​​​Tempering God Meditation.

He is dead!

Fear surged from the bottom of his heart like a tsunami, submerging Xie Lian, and he was completely panicked.

the other side.

In the park opposite the cafe, there was a dense forest, and Wu Guangzhi, who was peeping secretly, frowned.

Ning Chuan was actually playing tricks on Xie Lian!

But why?

Wu Guangzhi couldn't figure it out.

"Xie Lian, why did you kill the purple demon general Zheng Gui!"

In the cafe, Jiang Xiaorou took this opportunity to ask sharply, her big wine red eyes sparkling.

Hearing this, Xie Lian panicked again.

Many memories of that night flashed back uncontrollably.

at the same time.

Wu Guangzhi's eyes changed slightly, he understood the reason, without the slightest hesitation, Wu Guangzhi made a decisive move.

If Xie Lian leaked it.

His fate is far worse than that of Xie Lian, and his life will be worse than death.

In the box, Xie Lian's eyes suddenly dimmed without warning, like dark clouds in a cloudy sky, and he lost all breath.

Ning Chuan's heart shuddered.

Spiritual attack!

Xie Lian is dead!

Ning Chuan reacted extremely quickly, and immediately diffused his consciousness. He noticed that there were two invisible spikes of spiritual power in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shooting at him and Jiang Xiaorou respectively.

Fast as electricity, but silent!

Weird.

There is not even a fluctuation, if it is not for divine consciousness, Ning Chuan probably has to get close before he can perceive it.

Jiang Xiaorou was only in the Faxiang Realm, so naturally she didn't notice it, and said with a sad look on her face, "Assistant Ning, my father is dead..."

Ning Chuan didn't remind Jiang Xiaorou of his thoughts.

It's too late.

The psychic power spike of the attack is too fast!

Moreover, even if Jiang Xiaorou knew it was useless, Xie Lian was instantly killed even as a knight, Jiang Xiaorou absolutely couldn't stop it.

"Blood Soul Needle!"

The strong sense of fighting allowed Ning Chuan to directly display the appropriate martial arts without thinking.

Immediately, the atomized mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness boiled, condensed into more than a dozen soul needles and shot out, all more than one meter long, blood red all over, to meet the two spikes of spiritual power.

Bang, bang, bang...

A series of heavy and powerful collisions sounded in midair.

Pieces of bloody light splashed.

As soon as the Blood Soul Needle touched it, it was shattered by the impact of the spiritual spike, which could only reduce a part of its power.

Seeing this, Ning Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

His spiritual sense sensed that the quality of those two spikes of mental power was too high, the people who attacked him and Jiang Xiaorou had at least [-]% stronger mental power than him!

In an instant, more than a dozen soul needles were all shattered.

Ning Chuan no longer had time to practice spiritual martial arts.

Two spikes of mental power pierced through the air like lightning, one left and one right, and shot into the eyebrows of Ning Chuan and Jiang Xiaorou respectively.

"The person who killed my father..."

The next moment, Jiang Xiaorou's voice stopped abruptly, her big wine red eyes quickly dimmed, and she fell weakly to the ground.

Next to him, Ning Chuan stood still.

He was very calm, and tried his best to mobilize the mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness, which was as turbulent as a wave, and continuously slapped the intruding spike of mental power to block it and reduce its power.

However, it was not stopped in the end.

A small spike of spiritual power passed through the sea of ​​consciousness and hit the soul.

A tingling pain emerged from my mind.

Ning Chuan felt slightly dizzy.

He is clear.

My soul is damaged!

At the same time, Ning Chuan saw from the corner of his eye that Jiang Xiaorou was falling to the ground, her burgundy hair dancing like a flower torn apart by a storm.

However, Ning Chuan ignored them all, and with a thought, ripples appeared in the space beside him.

Myriad Soldiers Divine Hidden!

A bright light illuminates the box.