Chapter 21 Traditional drama, killing and seizing treasure

  Xu Ke sold the talisman paper.

  3,600 talisman papers and 340 low-grade spirit stones were sold.

  Afterwards, Xu Ke added some pills and bought a few more spells.

  In addition to the "Concrete into Stone" used to repair the cellar, there are also "Listening to the Wind", "Night Vision", and "Eagle Eye" used to improve perception.

  As for the medium and long-distance detection spells that Xu Ke wanted, there were none in the "spell catalog" provided by the skinny old man.

   It would be great if there was an ultrasonic detection spell similar to "Sonar", or an electromagnetic wave detection spell similar to "Radar".

  The enemy is noticed before they get close, and then... either stealthily sneaking backstab, or flying a kite with a hundred-step flying sword, you can play a lot of tricks.

  Now... since there is no spell catalog, I can only slowly find a way in the future.

   After replenishing the pills and spells, Xu Ke still had two hundred spirit stones left.

  There is nothing to buy for the time being, Xu Ke left Baibaozhai with two hundred spirit stones, ready to return.

   Holding an umbrella, we walked all the way.

  In the market town, the casual cultivators from outside were very noisy.

  Some came and went to buy supplies, some set up stalls under the eaves, some sat in taverns drinking and chatting, some were noisy after drinking too much, and some even fought.

   This made the market town Fangshi much more lively and lively.

   The arrival of casual cultivators is not bad, at least... In the past few days, the GDP of the market town of Fangshi will explode several times!

  Xu Ke shook his head with a smile, held up his umbrella, and walked out of the market town.

   About a mile away from the market town, when passing through a forest, a sudden change occurred!

   "Choo chirp!"

  Suddenly, the Purple Skylark standing on its shoulder let out a scream.

  The next moment, there was a bang of "Kara".

  A sharp cone about a foot long, with a flash of lightning, rushed out of the woods and flew towards Xu Ke.

   Damn it! Enemy attack!

  Xu Ke's heart tightened, and the "Lightness Technique" was activated instantly, with a little step on his feet, his figure burst back!

   "Eh? Did you escape?"

  A figure flashed out of the woods, suddenly it was the middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life who passed by in Baibaozhai just now.

  I saw this man stretch out his hand and make a move, and the sharp cone that had just been hit, whizzed and circled, and returned to the middle-aged man's palm.

  This...this is actually a magic weapon?

  You, a casual cultivator, actually have more money than me, a sect disciple?

  Xu Ke complained secretly, but his heart became tense.

  After all, this is the first time Xu Ke has fought with others, so he will inevitably be a little nervous.

   "You are so courageous! How dare you attack the disciples of the sect on the territory of my Haoyang Xianzong?"

  Xu Ke held his long sword in his hand and shouted at the middle-aged man.

   These words are not nonsense, but deliberately said to put pressure on the other party.

  At the Zongmen residence, attacking Zongmen disciples is of course risky. The other party is already under great psychological pressure. If you apply more pressure, it may make the other party panic and make mistakes.

   "What about the disciples of the sect?"

  The middle-aged man sneered, "It's not that the disciples of the Zongmen have never killed. I was going to leave. Before I leave, I will make a fortune. If I kill you, I will leave. Who knows that I did it?"

  The sharp cone held in the palm flashed arcs of electricity again, and a powerful pressure of spiritual power rushed from the middle-aged man.

   "As long as you don't slap the Zongmen in the face in public, even if you are a farming disciple in the early stage of Qi training, even if you are killed, will the Zongmen still refuse to let you go, and the investigation will not succeed?"

   "I am in the middle stage of Qi training, and you are in the early stage of Qi training. I have magic tools, but you have nothing. So, accept your fate! You have no chance of escape!"

   These words are also a psychological tactic, which puts psychological pressure on Xu Ke and suppresses Xu Ke's fighting spirit.

  Once you lose your fighting spirit, even if you have some strength, it will be difficult to display it.

but…

   "You talk too much nonsense!"

  Xu Ke shouted angrily, raised his hand, the "hemostasis technique" was activated, and the inspiration flashed away, and fell on the middle-aged man in an instant.

  Cerebral thrombosis curse!

  The middle-aged man froze, dumbstruck.

   "Boom!"

  A thunderbolt exploded, and a thunderbolt blasted out from Xu Ke's palm, and the thunder in his palm struck the middle-aged man fiercely.

   While the electric arc was beating, the middle-aged man's body was scorched black, and blue smoke billowed out.

   "Clang..."

  In the next moment, there was only a howl of swords soaring into the sky.

   "Repelling Objects" drives the long sword, flies out of hand, roaring through the air. On the edge of the sword, Fengruiju burst out a cold sword light, which was unstoppable.

  Fa-rectification sword art, Fa-rectification on the spot!

   With a flash of sword light, the head flew off.

   With a "choke" sound, the long sword was sheathed, Xu Ke let out a long breath, and his expression was a little dazed.

That's it?

  I said something like "it's not like the disciples of the sect haven't been killed before", and said something like "accept your fate, you have no chance of escape", which made me nervous for a while, and it turned out... that's it?

   It seems... the middle stage of Qi training is not very good!

   "Chirp Chirp! Chirp Chirp!"

  The purple skylark danced on Xu Ke's shoulder, chirping and chirping, as if frightened.

   "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! It's over!"

   Reaching out his hand to touch the feathers of the purple skylark, Xu Ke walked towards the place where the middle-aged man lay dead.

   Walked forward and glanced at the middle-aged man's body, Xu Ke shook his head again.

  Just now...it seems a little too hard.

  A "hemostasis technique" has already coagulated the blood in the middle-aged man's whole body, and the thunder in the palm, the repelling technique, the sharpness technique, the sword art of righteousness... all overflowed with damage.

   It was my first fight, I was a little nervous, and I used too much force, which is understandable.

   This battle has thoroughly verified the actual combat effect of "hemostasis".

  The "hemostasis technique" with full power can instantly coagulate the blood of a monk in the middle stage of Qi training, and has a strong lethality.

  At the same time, this spell can also be used as a control skill. Even if it can't coagulate the whole body's blood, it can still create a "cerebral thrombosis" for the opponent and make people "stroke hemiplegic". It is a very practical spell.

  The next step is the favorite part of touching the corpse.

  A pointed cone magic weapon, bronze in color, about a foot long, looks a bit like an armor-piercing cone.

  Although he didn't know its power, it was still a magic weapon, so Xu Ke accepted it without hesitation.

  In addition, Xu Ke also accidentally discovered a storage bag.

   The storage bag is full of bulging, and it should contain a lot of things. However, there is still a mana seal left on the storage bag, and it needs to be refined to know what is inside.

  No matter what is in the storage bag, this storage bag alone is already very profitable.

  At this moment, Xu Ke had only one feeling in his heart: Damn it! It's a magic weapon and a storage bag. Are casual cultivators so rich?

   Sure enough, killing people and setting fire to gold belts, robbing houses and getting money quickly!

   Putting away the sharp awl and storage bag, Xu Ke raised his hand and hit the middle-aged man's body with a "corruption technique".

  As if sulfuric acid had been poured on it, the corpse turned into a puddle of mud in a short while, and disappeared without a trace as the rain washed away.

   At this point, a traditional drama "killing people and seizing treasures", which is common in the practice world, has come to an end.

  (end of this chapter)