Back to Canglan Sect, Li Fuchen went straight to the mission hall.
The mission elder gave Li Fuchen a meaningful look, and said nothing.
Although he is the elder of the outer sect and is in charge of the quest hall of the outer sect, it does not mean that he can not take the outer sect disciple seriously.
Last time I asked Li Fuchen whether he found that a large amount of snow silver iron ore was a minor violation. This time, if he pursued the other party to deceive himself, he would only find it uncomfortable.
Before he was unsure of the other party's potential, he didn't want the other party to hate him.
Leaving the mission hall, Li Fuchen let out a sigh of relief. Originally, he was worried that the mission elders would trouble him, but nothing happened.
"Thirty-six thousand eight hundred contribution points shouldn't be enough for me to cultivate to the third level of the red battle body to perfection."
Li Fuchen practiced the body practice exercises too fast. At the same time, he consumed resources quickly. It is not an exaggeration to say that if he was replaced with a comprehension equal to his, he did not practice so fast.
To practice physical exercises, comprehension is important, as is will.
It happened that the year when his soul was lost, his will was extremely strong, so he could endure what ordinary people couldn't bear.
"Little Wang Ba Laozi, there was Elder Chen there last time, and I couldn't do anything to you. This time I see who else can save you."
On the way back, a tyrannical figure stopped Li Fuchen.
It's not Zhou Huailong, but who is it.
He learned from other populations that although Li Fuchen did not go to Canglan Lake again, he seemed to have discovered a large number of high-grade ores in a certain mine.
"Since you brought it to the door by yourself, I will find you without saving."
If you have grudges but don't avenge the non-gentleman, Li Fuchen is not a saint, Zhou Huailong interrupted him with an arm, it is impossible for him to assume that nothing has happened.
"Do you want to die?" Zhou Huailong couldn't believe his ears, a fierce light brewed in his eyes, his fist to his wrist was wrapped in a faint black breath.
Zhou Huailong has nine levels of cultivation bases in the Qi realm, and has cultivated the entry-level technique Iron Armor Gong to the seventh realm. With all his strength, his palms and wrists can show his true energy.
Don't underestimate the seventh level of the entry-level exercises. Although the sect stipulates that within one year, the entry-level exercises will reach the seven or eighty-nine levels, and there will be high rewards.
But this is rewarded to true geniuses, ordinary disciples of the outer sect, who can practice the introductory exercises to the seventh level within two years, which is already extremely good.
Zhou Huailong was eighteen years old this year, and it took him two and a half years to practice iron armor to the seventh level.
"Look, it's Senior Brother Zhou Huailong and Li Fuchen."
"Senior Brother Zhou interrupted Li Fuchen's arm last time. This time I'm afraid Li Fuchen's limbs will be abolished."
There were 30,000 disciples outside the Canglan Sect. Basically, there were people everywhere. A group of people watched from a distance and pointed towards Li Fuchen.
Li Fuchen didn't speak, the seventh layer of red jade power worked, his eyes fixed on Zhou Huailong.
"Little beast, I want to interrupt your limbs and let you lick my shoe upper." Zhou Huailong was irritated by Li Fuchen's posture. With a bounce of his knee, he strode forward to Li Fuchen with a fist and lightning.
This punch was extremely fast, and the sound of cloth tearing came from the void.
However, today's Li Fuchen is no longer the Li Fuchen of two months ago.
Lifting his left hand, Li Fuchen easily caught Zhou Huailong's fist.
"how is this possible!"
Zhou Huailong struggled to break free, but he seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, motionless.
"Go to hell."
Zhou Huailong's left fist struck, and the pale black aura covered his fist, like an iron fist.
Snapped!
Lifting his right hand, Li Fuchen grabbed Zhou Huailong's left fist.
Without waiting for Zhou Huailong to continue his movements, Li Fuchen kicked Zhou Huailong's stomach with lightning, bending the back of the opponent's kick, and spraying blood.
"Don't you like to beat people? Today I let you taste the taste of being beaten."
Li Fuchen kicked Zhou Huailong's stomach one after another.
"I want you to die!"
Zhou Huailong let out a bitter voice, the Iron Armor Skill ran to its limit, and the terrifying force erupted, and he broke free from the grip of Li Fuchen's hands.
boom!
A fist hit Zhou Huailong's chin, blasting the opponent upside down a few somersaults, and finally lying on the ground in a dog-eating posture.
"This is what it's like to be beaten, isn't it cool!"
Li Fuchen walked over, stepped on the opponent's head, stomped the opponent's head into the mud, kicking both legs randomly.
hiss!
The sound of inhaling air-conditioning came after another.
Everyone looked silly.
"Is this really Senior Brother Zhou Huailong? It was actually abused by Li Fuchen."
"Have you noticed that Li Fuchen's speed is so fast, my eyes can't keep up with his movements."
"Could it be that in the past two months or so, Li Fuchen's strength has improved so much that he dared to challenge Senior Brother Zhou Huailong."
"Thirty years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, it seems that we all underestimated Li Fuchen."
There are tens of thousands of disciples of the Canglan Sect. Everyday, there are tens of thousands of people who are bullied, but few people grow up at an extremely fast speed like Li Fuchen, and beat those who bully him. It was retribution, and it came too soon.
"This Junior Brother, have done a little too much!"
Not far away, Luo Kai and a boy with a flat eyebrow walked over.
Li Fuchen looked up, and when he saw Luo Kai, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"It's Luo Kai. Next to him is Senior Brother Luo Zhongtian, who is stronger than Zhou Huailong, and is also a martial artist in the nine-strength aura realm."
Someone recognized the identity of the Pingmei boy.
"What does it have to do with you?" Li Fuchen didn't let go of his foot.
Luo Zhongtian smiled arrogantly, "Zhou Huailong's fame should not be defeated by your hands. You have made a big mistake in such insulting him. I can't care about it."
Li Fuchen sneered, "I think you are full."
"Presumptuous, dare to talk to my brother like this, Li Fuchen, don't kneel down and sue him." Luo Kai pointed at Li Fuchen angrily.
Luo Zhongtian is his cousin. It is normal for a family to have a few younger generations in the sect. The more prosperous the family, the more brothers and sisters in the sect. What kind of cousin? A lot of brother and cousin.
"Kneel down? Luo Kai, I didn't intend to trouble you. Since you came to the door by yourself, don't blame me for being rude."
Released his foot, Li Fuchen walked towards Luo Kai step by step.
"Are these newcomers so arrogant?"
Luo Zhongtian twisted his neck and suddenly hit Li Fuchen with a punch.
Li Fuchen's expression remained unchanged, and he greeted him with a punch.
boom!
As if two huge rocks collided together, Luo Zhongtian and Li Fuchen each took three steps back.
"Fist is very hard."
Li Fuchen was a little surprised. Through the fist just now, he could feel that Luo Zhongtian should have practiced the physical exercises, not simply because of the strength of true qi.
In fact, Luo Zhongtian is slightly better than the combined strength of the two's fists.
Fortunately, Li Fuchen's physical strength is stronger. Although the strength is not as good as that of the other party, but the endurance is more than that of the other party. After all, the strength of the two is not much different.
"What kind of physical exercises are you practicing?"
Luo Zhongtian's expression was gloomy, his true energy combined with his physical strength, his strength surpassed Li Fuchen, but sometimes, strength was not a big deal, Li Fuchen's fists were too hard.
For example, if the strength is the same, one piece is wood and the other is steel. When the two collide, the wood will suffer some damage.
At this moment he felt some pain in his fist.