"The Flowing Clouds and Water Sword Technique, as the name suggests, requires that it be done in one go, like flowing water. If there is even a slight interruption, all the work will be wasted!"
After saying this, Mr. He took the stone cutter and started cutting it carefully. He used his magic power to fix the round stone and slowly cut it open like peeling fruit.
But if you look closely, you will find that his hands are trembling slightly, and the frequency of the trembling is constantly changing. Feng Qingyang, who is standing next to him, has bright eyes and thinks that although this unprepossessing Mr. He is a little petty, he still has some skills.
"Stone cutting... not only requires mastering powerful stone cutting methods, but more importantly, it requires concentration and attention to the patterns of the rocks." Mr. He spoke eloquently, attracting praise from the onlookers.
Qian Duoduo, who was standing by, was a little stunned. The knife skills in Mr. He's hand exuded an inexplicable charm and seemed to be in line with some logic.
“Can you cut stone?”
After a long time, Qian Duoduo grabbed Feng Qingyang's arm again and said.
"Shh..." Feng Qingyang rubbed her head again, signaling her not to speak.
He didn't even turn his head, but suddenly found something wrong at this moment. He felt his fingers inserted into a wet and slippery place. Puzzled, he looked back and was suddenly speechless.
Qian Duoduo was looking at him angrily, and his finger was being bitten by her in her hand.
"Answer me first." Qian Duoduo said vaguely. He put force into his mouth, but found that his fingers suddenly became stiff, as if they were biting something hard.
Feng Qingyang's heart suddenly moved, and he bent his fingers and gently scraped her tongue.
"Are you looking for death? Do you think you can touch my tongue?"
Suddenly, an extremely shrill scream was heard in the quiet stone-cutting workshop. Mr. He, who was cutting stones with peace of mind, felt his hands tremble, and the frequency of his stone-cutting became a little disordered.
But it was this point that directly led to his failure in cutting the stone.
The round stone on the table suddenly cracked with a snap, and an extremely strong fire energy flashed by.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and the cultivators who practiced fire-attributed techniques looked at Feng Qingyang and Qian Duoduo unkindly. Their eyes showed that they wanted to kill them instantly.
"Ahem..." Even though Feng Qingyang was very powerful, he was in the wrong at the moment and felt a little embarrassed. He looked at everyone apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry, it was an unintentional mistake..."
"An unintentional mistake? I'll f**k your mother!" A big man with a face full of flesh walked over. Before he arrived, a strong aura of fire rushed towards him. It was obvious that they were the people who practiced fire-attributed skills.
Feng Qingyang's face darkened. He had already apologized, but the other party actually insulted him like that. A flame of anger suddenly rose in his heart.
"You're saying it again?"
"What? Are you so great as the Red Devil? You have broken the rules of Dushifang, and you are going to continue to commit crimes?"
The big man looked like a man with a face full of flesh, but he was actually smart. He came up and put a big hat on Feng Qingyang for breaking the rules. It was quite insidious.
Feng Qingyang was furious. He was so smart that he immediately understood the big man's intention. Then he saw the resentment flashing in He Lao's eyes and he immediately understood the cause and effect.
Although Huo Yuan Jing failed, the most he had to do was pay compensation. However, this big man actually took advantage of the situation to step forward and question him like this. It was obvious that he had ulterior motives.
"What do you want?" Feng Qingyang had a gloomy face. If the other party was just angry, he would also reason with him and at most make compensation.
Qian Duoduo, who was standing by, had never seen such a scene before. Although she was the city lord Qianjin, not everyone was afraid of her, because there were many desperate criminals in Guiyuan City.
As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. If someone pushes someone into a corner, no one knows what will happen.
She looked a little pale, obviously frightened.
"Did I do something wrong?" He looked at Feng Qingyang with a gloomy face, and a hint of fear rose in his heart.
"Don't worry." Feng Qingyang said without turning his head.
The big man yelled and cursed again, and then three cultivators in the early stage of foundation building came out. The three of them looked at Feng Qingyang unkindly and surrounded him in a triangle.
Although they had heard about the Red Devil who killed two thousand early foundation building monks, that was with the help of a formation and the help of a thousand early foundation building monks. But now he was alone, let alone a formation, he didn't even have a helper.
The city lord had thousands of pounds of money, but they simply ignored it.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were as gloomy as water, and when he looked at Mr. He beside him, he saw a hint of success flash across his face.
"Want to trick me? You don't have that ability yet." He was as gloomy as water, and it seemed that he didn't take these three people in the middle stage of foundation building seriously at all.
"You broke the rules and you're still trying to make excuses?" One person sneered disdainfully, then slapped his storage bag and a golden flying sword flew out.
A strong breath wave came towards them, and the other two people also slapped their storage bags at the same time and used their own magic weapons.
Qian Duoduo, who was hiding behind Feng Qingyang, was already frightened silly.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The three of them then flew into the sky, and the flying sword among them flashed, whistling towards them with a sharp sound.
It's the same flying sword, but its power is different in the hands of people at different levels.
This cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building created a very powerful pressure when he swung his flying sword. There was even a hint of cold light shining on the flying sword. It was probably a poisonous sword.
Feng Qingyang clenched his fists. He really wanted to have a good meeting with these people who were in the middle stage of foundation building.
He swung his red hair and punched the oncoming flying sword.
Wherever the fist passed, there were bursts of air explosions and even bursts of black fog, which also had a strong corrosive aura.
Visitors to the exhibition were extremely shocked. As the saying goes, an expert can tell the quality of a product with just one look, and they secretly thought that the Red Devil was indeed worthy of its reputation.
Boom!
The fist collided with the flying sword, which trembled and changed direction, but Feng Qingyang landed on the ground again without any harm.
"This boy... This boy is so powerful!" The three cultivators in the early stage of foundation building looked at each other, and murderous intent flashed in their eyes.
They controlled the flying swords to gather together and stabbed again with great power.
"It's just the light of a star." Feng Qingyang said indifferently. 'Copper Skin and Iron Bones' covered his whole body, and his fist with scaly armor pierced his body and smashed again.
This time it was not just power, but magic was also involved.
The void was shaking, as if it couldn't withstand such a powerful fist. Everyone was dazzled and felt that the fist was going to smash the sky and the earth.
Boom!
The fist and sword wanted to connect, and the roar sounded again.
A burst of extremely brilliant light spread out, and those with weaker cultivation bases put up a defensive light shield and retreated far away.
"Is this all you are capable of?" Feng Qingyang exerted force with his fists, and under the corrosion of the black mist, he immediately separated the flying swords that were combined together.
Then the big black hand grabbed and immediately caught a flying sword in its hand.
He just bent his hands and broke the glowing flying sword into two pieces.
“You…you…” The three of them stammered in the air, unable to speak.