An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

"You won't drown, right?"

Hearing Xu Fu's roar in the water, a warrior holding a dagger asked unbearably. He had heard Mu Xian say that he wanted to stay alive.

"I thought he was a master, but he turns out to be a fool!"

The hunchbacked old man snorted coldly, his words full of arrogance and disdain.

"As expected of Mr. Zhong!"

Seeing that Xu Fu really couldn't break free from the water prison, compliments immediately rang out.

The hunchbacked old man smiled coldly, with a look on his face. Thousand Waves was a top-grade technique he had newly cultivated two years ago. He had never shown it in front of outsiders. Now it was the first time he used it, and he captured nine people with just one blow. The quality is supreme, and he is very satisfied with it.

Mu Xian was not as relaxed as the others. He kept staring at Xu Fu, his frown never relaxing.

"Don't worry, Alliance Leader Mu, I used the Water Prison Technique again after Thousand Waves, allowing him to have the ability to reach the sky..."

"Look!"

Before Zhong Bo Lao could finish his words, he was interrupted sharply by Mu Xian. He felt a little unhappy. When he turned his head, his eyes almost fell out of his eyes in shock.

I saw that the water prison that was originally more than one foot high was rapidly shrinking visibly to the naked eye.

Everyone who was originally talking and laughing became nervous when they saw this.

Even the most well-informed Mr. Zhong didn't see what was going on.

"He...drank the water?"

A high-grade expert who was closest could see it most clearly, and his words were filled with incredulity.

Xu Fu was seen in the water prison with his mouth open, and he didn't see how he was swallowing. All the water poured into his mouth, as if it was flowing into a bottomless pit.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Uncle Zhong was startled at first, then snorted coldly, and with a flash of inspiration in his hand, another large amount of water surged out of the gourd.

"There are 100,000 kilograms of water in my gourd. If you can, drink it all."

Hearing what Uncle Zhong said, everyone's faces showed solemn expressions, and their hearts became a little more afraid of Uncle Zhong.

Everyone present knew that to measure the depth of a water magic monk, one of the most important factors is to see how much water he can control. After all, most powerful water-bending spells require a lot of water to cast.

Everyone sighed at Zhong Bo Lao's profound cultivation, but when they looked at Xu Fu in the water, they felt a little bit more regretful.

It is rare to have a ninth-level cultivation level at such a young age. It is a pity that he met such a ruthless "old monster".

Mu Xian was slightly moved when he heard what Zhong Bo Lao said about "one hundred thousand kilograms of water", but his eyes were still fixed on Xu Fu without relaxing at all.

Naturally, it is impossible for the young man in the water prison to drink all 100,000 kilograms of water, and the water prison technique is also an extremely difficult sealing technique to break. According to common sense, Xu Fu would never be able to escape, but for some reason, Mu Xian had a bad feeling.

Xu Fu in the water prison still had his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, as if he was asleep.

As more and more water filled the water prison, the water flowed into Xu Fu's mouth faster and faster, slowly forming a small vortex.

Everyone was considered a master of the world, but they had never heard of this situation. They just watched one hundred thousand kilograms of water "poured" into the young man's belly.

If there is no water in the water prison, Xu Fu will no longer be trapped.

Xu Fu fell to the ground, suddenly woke up, and then jumped up again.

"Uh……"

Xu Fu opened his mouth and let out a loud, soul-stirring belch.

Looking at Xu Fu's slightly swollen belly, everyone looked at Uncle Zhong, and a question arose in their hearts.

Is this really one hundred thousand kilograms of water? How can you still let people drink it all?

Zhong Bilao's face became much darker. Seeing that Xu Fu was still full of energy, his legs were a little weak and he swayed a few times. His withered hands tightly grasped the crutches to stabilize his body.

For water monks, the water in this gourd is similar to a magic weapon. It must be nourished and refined by one's own spiritual power day and night before it can be used by oneself. The more spiritual energy contained in the water, the more powerful the spell can be.

Although the one hundred thousand kilograms of water in Zhong Bo Lao's gourd is a bit of a bluff, there is still seventy or eighty thousand kilograms. This is what he has accumulated over the past few decades, and it is what he relies on to become the number one worshiper in the Mu Mansion. But now...

Zhong Biao originally thought that Xu Fu would drown or burst his stomach, which would not consume much water. He released the water from the gourd all at once, more to show off and shock.

Unexpectedly, these tens of thousands of kilograms of water actually entered the stomach of the man in front of him without even falling to the ground. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Uncle Zhong would never believe it.

What made Zhong Berao most uncomfortable was that the spiritual water he had worked so hard to refine had lost contact with him. It seemed that after entering the young man's belly, the spiritual power contained in the water no longer existed and became like a pool of stagnant water.

This is nearly one hundred thousand kilograms of spiritual water!

The more Mr. Zhong thought about it, the more distressed he became, especially when he thought that all the accumulation in this life was gone so suddenly, he almost burst into tears.

"Damn you boy! Give me back the water!"

At this time, Zhong Bilao turned his grief into anger. He picked up the bird-headed stick and was about to step forward to fight Xu Fu.

Unfortunately, before he had even taken two steps, the hunchbacked old man's feet gave way and he almost fell. One person had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately ducked over to help him.

Everyone knew that Uncle Zhong was a martial arts cultivator, but at this moment he was thinking about fighting the young man in front of him in close combat. It was obvious that he was getting carried away. Mu Xian stared at Xu Fu without saying a word.

For a moment, everyone lost their backbone and didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

"Give me the water! Give me the water..."

Although Shrike Zhong was held by the people beside him, he still kept screaming strangely.

"I'll give you back the water!"

Xu Fu seemed to have just woken up. He jumped back suddenly, turned over and jumped to the roof of the Snow Pavilion behind him.

"kill!"

Seeing that Xu Fu was about to run away, Mu Xian no longer hesitated. He immediately shouted coldly and stopped asking for Xu Fu to "leave a breath."

Most of the high-ranking masters who besieged Xu Fu were in physical training. Upon hearing Mu Xian's order, they all raised their weapons and attacked Xu Fu.

The others were either concentrating their spells or sacrificing magic weapons, and their posture was to kill Xu Fu with one blow.

Xu Fu took a deep breath, suddenly opened his mouth, and a column of water spurted out from Xu Fu's mouth.

The water column grew when it saw the wind, spread out in an instant, and turned into a large piece of water.

The few body cultivators who rushed forward were already in mid-air. They felt a wall of water falling from the sky. There was no way to dodge, and they were slammed to the ground in an instant.

Those who stood a little further away were not spared. The water came very fast, and the huge current swept them around in an instant. Their spells and magic weapons naturally failed one after another.

When the water flow slowed down, everyone regained their balance. Looking at the roof of the Snow Pavilion, Xu Fu had long since disappeared.

"Is this the one hundred thousand kilograms of water?"

Seeing the large area of ​​water gradually receding, everyone was in a very embarrassed state, with water dripping from their heads and bodies, and they all looked at Uncle Zhong.

"If I don't kill this kid, I, Mr. Zhong, swear I won't be a human being!"