"Are you sure he is a master? Even I can see it, he is sweating."

The handsome man in black questioned his face and saw a fat man wiping his sweat in the distance.

The handsome man in white squatted his hawk eyes and looked at it, he was puzzled: "What's going on? Not to mention the seventh-grade master, even if he is an eighth-grade spirit, he can solve this group of black spirit pigs without blushing or breathing."

The handsome man in black said disdainfully: "Do you need to be as high as the eighth grade? With my ninth grade spiritual power, I won't be too tired to fight those black spirit pigs head-on."

The man in white thought about it and said, "There are probably two possibilities. One is that he uses brute force and has severe physical energy loss. The second possibility is relatively small. As the saying goes, the fat man is weak, maybe he has hidden diseases that outsiders don't know."

The handsome man in black was deeply inspired: "I think the second possibility is relatively high. Most of his spiritual bodies have been severely damaged, leaving hidden dangers. I was eliminated three years ago. After waking up from the dream, I was so weak that I even walked a problem, which is somewhat similar to the fat man's situation."

The man in white was happy when he heard this: "Did the old injury recur? Haha, now it's time to start!"

“Let’s wait.”

The handsome man in black who was anxious to start at first suddenly calmed down, with the experience of the old boatman:

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

"There are more than nine-grade spirit beasts hidden in the forest of beasts, and there are also many powerful spirit beasts of eighth grade. The fat man's fight just now made too much noise, which inevitably attracted the attention of the spirit beasts wandering in the forest of beasts. We rushed over rashly, and instead became living targets."

"Besides, although he recovered the black spirit pig's corpse, the remaining blood on the ground did not dissipate. Some spirit beasts with amazing smell could come here ten miles away, and we can smell the smell of blood. Let's wait, maybe we have the chance to get a bargain."

This long speech of the handsome man in black came true.

A group of giant wolves surged out from the edge of the beast forest.

The giant wolf was sturdy, sharp and gray-white, running like the wind, and his eyes were flickered with a terrifying luster of choosing people.

"Iron Clawed Wind Wolf?"

The handsome man in white shrank and subconsciously lurked motionlessly.

Compared with the Black Spirit Pig, the Iron Clawed Wind Wolf is more than a little more powerful.

Whether humans or spirit beasts, the bursting spiritual power reaches 900 kilograms, which are classified as ninth grade, and the black spirit pig is of this level.

The power of spiritual power reaches one thousand pounds. Once the spiritual seal is opened, you can be promoted to the ninth level. For example, the handsome man in white [Hawkeye] is a kind of spiritual seal ability that he activated when he broke through to the ninth level.

Iron Claw Wind Wolf reaches the ninth level third level after adulthood, and can explode with a huge force of three thousand kilograms when he hits with all his strength!

This is not the end. Among the nine-grade spirit beasts crawling on the ground, the Iron Clawed Wind Wolf is the fastest!

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

Seeing those giant wolf, the fat man was in a strange mood.

That familiar feeling came out again, as if he had encountered such a wolf pack before.

But the problem is that there are no wolves on Black Dragon Island.

It was soon said that the iron-clawed wind wolf, known for its cunning, did not rush around like the black spirit pig, scattered around and formed a large circle, trapping the fat man in it.

The wolves were not in a hurry to attack them, and sent a vanguard to conduct a tentative attack.

Facing the giant wolf flying towards him, the fat man reacted quickly and twisted his waist to avoid the deadly pounce.

Then he pressed his hands and tried to press the gray and white wolf to the ground.

That's how he did when he dealt with the white-breasted tiger, pressing the tiger to the ground and crying.

This time, the fat man's routine failed.

Just now, he was hit by the bottoming rebound. A powerful force shocked the fat man staggered and took a few steps back.

"This thing has such a lot of strength!"

The fat man took a breath. He had never encountered a living creature with greater strength than him.

Before he could think carefully, the iron-clawed Fenglang, who had stood up, rushed over again.

"So fast!"

The fat man was shocked again and realized the true speed of the Iron Claw Wind Wolf.

He had never seen an animal with such great strength, nor had he seen a living creature with such a terrifying speed.

I just felt a flash in front of me, and the iron-clawed wind wolf was close to me.

The fat man had quick eyes and quick hands. He knew that he could not hide anymore, so he took it and grabbed the giant wolf's front legs.

He planned to use the same trick again, swing the iron clawed wind wolf as a hidden weapon, and deal with the group of evil wolves surrounding him.

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

The iron clawed Fenglang, who was flying in the air, suddenly shrank his front legs and then twitched.

Hurry!

The fat man's right hand had a hole in the thick cloth sleeve with his sharp claws, and his arms were bleeding.

The strong stinging sensation made the fat man forget that it was a dream.

He burst out with an instinctive desire to survive, rolling away from an incredible angle, barely avoiding the giant wolf's attack.

"I want to change to a steel sword!"

The rolling fat man shouted loudly.

He was unsure of his mind, and he didn't know whether the things in the Void Tower could appear in his hands.

At the critical moment, the sound of angels leading from the sky sounded:

"Successfully exchanged for the stainless steel war knife of ordinary weapons, and consumed 100 trial medals."

“The current remaining trial medals: 53.”

A single sword floated in the void half a meter away in front of the fat man's eyes.

This is the cheapest weapon on the first floor of the Merit Building. It is incomparable to the Dragon Slaying Sword, a spiritual weapon worth a thousand merits. However, it is much sharper than the hatchet used by the fat man to cut trees.

At this time, the iron clawed Fenglang rushed over again. The fat man had no time to think, and grabbed the precious sword floating in front of him with his left hand and suddenly lifted the sword and fell.

Bang!

The fat man slashed over with a thousand pounds of force, not only did he not kill the Iron Claw Fenglang, but he did not even cut out the wound.

"So hard?"

The fat man was really surprised. He had never seen a creature with thick skin and thick flesh.

The knife he was determined to win only cut off a small piece of wolf hair!

The situation was in crisis, and the fat man had no time to think about it and responded with instinct.

"Don't worry, just insert your eyes first."

The fat man will be vague when he says he will penetrate his eyes, and he will definitely not be vague.

Facing the iron-clawed Fenglang that was flying over again, the fat man stabbed out with a knife and stabbed the tip of the knife into the spirit beast's eye socket.

The eye insertion is finished.

The lurking black and white handsome man was shocked and always felt that all this was not very real.

"Is it a coincidence? He is useless in his spiritual skills. How did he do it?" said the handsome man in black in shock.

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

While the two discussed, the battle continued.

"Aowoo!"

Seeing his companion die tragically, the wolf pack was angry and howled and rushed from all directions.

Insert your eyes!

Draw your sword!

Fatty is getting more and more adept,

The scene looked extremely strange, as if the iron-clawed Fenglang took the initiative to lean over and stab his eyes on the tip of the knife.

Insert your eyes again!

Draw your sword again!

The fat man did it in one go, flowing through the clouds and waters.

It's only three things. Seeing that the fat man who seemed to be a newcomer killed three spirit beasts in a row, the black and white handsome man didn't think it was a coincidence at all.

Pulling your eyes is simple to say, but difficult to do.

Spiritual beasts have a natural life-saving instinct. For the key points like the eyes, they should be strictly guarded and protected. Not everyone can stab the spirit beasts in the eyes with one knife.

The fat man's knife is fast, accurate, and ruthless in his eyes, which is enough to write into the textbook of killing the Iron Claw Wind Wolf alone. There are also some things that cannot be seen by the eyes, such as the ability to predict the specific direction of the Iron Monkey's impact, and the timing of the knife is perfect.

The most terrifying thing is that the fat man did not crush him with absolute power. His power was weaker than the iron-clawed wind wolf. He used one thousand pounds of force to kill the spirit beast with a 3,000 pounds of attacking power. This kind of skill of lifting weights and leveraging the force to hit the force is a first-class swordsman.

The fat man was still traveling through the wolves, stabbing his eyes with his sword and killing all directions.

His sword skills are not spiritual skills, but they have a charm that is no less than spiritual skills.

There is a question: How to cut off a big tree with an ordinary hatchet?

If you use brute force alone, the blade will be shriveled long ago.

There are tricks here, and the fat man has explored it many times.

He once cut off a big tree with a hatchet, and cut the trees into the shape he wanted, and honed his skills from it.

The fat man summarized a principle from it: use the least effort to do the biggest vote!

Now he did this, invisibly lifting heavy weights.
Chapter completed!