Hearing the exclamation of his companion, the handsome man in black said curiously: "What is dragging a knife?"

"How much force do you think that fat man used to use the knife just now?" asked the handsome man in white.

"He did not activate spiritual power. If he used brute force alone, it would definitely not exceed one cauldron." The one cauldron mentioned by the handsome man in black refers to one thousand pounds.

"How much force does the iron clawed wind wolf have to rush?" asked the handsome man in white again.

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

The handsome man in white said, "Since you know the difference in strength between the two sides, the fat man stabbed into the eyes of the iron clawed Fenglang that was flying over, and he was unharmed. Don't you think it's strange?"

The handsome man in black scratched his head: "I also wondered, the fat man did hit the vital point, but the impact force of the Iron Claw Wind Wolf's Nine Cauldrons did not disappear. Under the influence of that huge impact force, the fat man's entire arm would be broken and would be torn to pieces on the spot."

The handsome man in white announced the answer: "You have come to the point. The fat man touched the iron clawed wind wolf and used a skillful force to dissolve the impact force. He dragged and dropped it and cleverly removed the anti-shock force. This is the skill of dragging the knife."

The handsome man in black suddenly became dissatisfied: "After talking for a long time, isn't it just a common method of removing force by water-based spirits? The best is like water, and the softness overcomes hardness. The water-based spirits under the world have reached a certain level. I know a little about the method of removing force, so I can also remove force!"

The handsome man in white looked at his companion with contempt: "The water-based spirits usually take the power to remove the power. When the opponent's strength is removed, it is difficult to launch an attack. But the fat man takes the lead and removes the impact force during the attack. Can you do it?"

The handsome man in black suddenly felt inferior and smiled awkwardly: "So that's it, this fat man is indeed a master."

"This is the power of dragging a knife. It is not necessary for a water-based spirit to drag a knife, such as gold, wood, fire, and earth, and is also proficient in this. I heard an old senior say that only a swordsman who can drag a knife can be considered a real swordsman."

The handsome man in white said this and his pressure doubled: "This fat man is not easy to deal with, let's take it away."

"Let's wait!"

Greed flashed in the handsome man in black: "Look at him sweating heavily and he is about to exhaust himself. It is a good phone to start."

The handsome man in white looked closely and was moved: "You touch it first, I will cover you with a bow and arrow. No matter what kind of expert he is, once he loses his strength, he will be a living target."

The handsome man in black flew out quietly without saying a word, at an astonishingly fast speed.

The fat man who successfully exchanged for the steel sword had found his experience and never shouted at the top of his voice, and shouted softly: "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 was successfully exchanged, and 50 trial medals were consumed."

“Current Merits: 3.”

The fat man added a patch of ointment to his hand and smeared it on his right arm, which was bleeding.

He knew very well that the consequences of excessive blood loss would not stop bleeding, and his life would not last long.

It’s strange that when the ninth grade golden sore medicine was applied, the right arm quickly stopped bleeding, and the wound tended to be scabbed.

The surviving several iron-clawed wind wolf completely aroused the ferociousness and rushed over with howling.

"Good come!"

The fat man shouted loudly and was full of heroism.

The fat black man holding a battle knife had a strong heroic demeanor out of thin air that was seriously inconsistent with his image.

Insert your eyes!

Draw your sword!

The fat man followed the feeling, and he didn't feel that his eyes were hidden secrets.

When he cut down a tree, he used too much force, and the hatchet made the tiger's mouth feel like it was tearing.

So he studied a set of tree-cutting techniques by himself and removed the recoil force when cutting trees.

Later, he went out to sea with a raft, and he also used this kind of unloading force to let the raft wave with the waves many times.

At this moment, the fat man used the same method to deal with the Iron Claw Wind Wolf, otherwise the steel sword would have been shocked to the point of being blown away.

He thought that everyone knew the skills of knives, and it was no big deal.

So he used this no big deal to kill the Iron Claw Fenglang, who was terrified from the ninth-grade spirit, in this way, over the level.

The black fat man who seemed to be flying was full of a technical content that he didn't even know.

In a moment, the eight-headed iron-clawed wind wolf fell down.

Unfortunately, the fat man is about to fall down.

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

Although the fat man did not do his best to use his knife, he used all his strength to feed himself every time he dodged and moved.

The wound on his right arm that had not yet gone away reminded him extremely clearly that he would die if he was touched by a wolf pack again.

The fat man's body was shaking, and there were four living iron-clawed wind wolfs.

In a critical moment, he decided to earn as much as he earned and silently said: "Take the angels and recycle the corpse!"

This time, the guide angel did not give face: "The spirit has not yet left the state of turning the fight and cannot be recycled."

Get out of combat?

Can we kill all these evil wolves to be considered as leaving?

The fat man's eyes turned dark, and he really didn't expect that he would not be able to earn any merits before his death.

"The spirit body died, and the body was also damaged..."

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

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

He understood this way: he was dead in his dream, but he could also be slapped in reality...

The fat man was unwilling to die here, so he began to roll around the ground, lifted the sword with his last strength, stabbing the iron-clawed Fenglang to death.

Bang!

With one blow, the fat man didn't even have the strength to stand up.

After falling to the ground, he did not tremble and fear, nor did he feel desperate to die with his eyes closed, but he burst into a strong desire to survive.

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

Deep inside the fat man, there was a voice roaring.

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

Suddenly, with the fat man as the center of the circle, the space within ten steps in a circle was inexplicably distorted.

The remaining eight iron-clawed wind wolf retreated ten steps away as if he had seen a ghost, with his eyes striking and suspicious.

The twisted space made the wolves afraid to get close.

The handsome man in black who was quietly lurking over, didn't dare to get close to him either.

The fat man was immersed in a familiar mysterious state and was completely selfless.

This state has happened once.

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

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

He closed his mouth and nose tightly, as if every pore in his body was breathing, blending with the heaven and earth, floating on the storm.

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

He used his body as his boat and the waves as his sail, and waves were waves on the sea surface.

He floated like that for a long time and finally escaped.

After returning, Yun Lang thought for a long time, but still couldn't find the trick to breathe with pores.

Until today, under the deadly threat brought by the wolf pack, he regained that state.

The fat man's eyebrows were filled with mysterious small ripples, forming a black dot.

The black spots became bigger and bigger, turning into a thick black book.

The black book flew up incrediblely and hanged above the fat man's head.

The fat man with a black book on his head was blessed by a mysterious force and was fully energetic and completely freed from his weakness.

In this way, the fat man opened the spiritual seal in a daze and broke through to the ninth grade.

However, he had no idea what a spiritual seal was, nor even what a spiritual person was.

"What is this thing?"

The fat man forgot about the danger, held the black book in his hand, and flipped through it curiously.

The thick black book has no word in it, and there are no pictures and illustrations.

For some reason, when I read the black book, the fat man felt extremely intimate.

That kind of intimacy, with the connection between blood and close relatives, seemed to have found a long-lost relative.

The fat man wanted to cry for no reason, and let go and cried loudly.

It was like the biological parents who were separated from the shipwreck sixteen years ago, standing in front of him again, and the fat man burst into tears.

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

Tick!

When tears fell on the title page of the black book without words, the black book was touched and suddenly the words flashed.

Those words appear and appear like fish in a lake, sometimes diving and sometimes surface.

The home page of the black book contains a preface:
Chapter completed!