In Zhao's house.
Li Ye fought against the five old monsters by himself without falling behind. However, due to the strong vitality of the Half-step Transformation Realm, Li Ye was unable to kill them completely.
At this point, he also knows his current strength:
Half step into the realm!
I also know my own shortcomings:
The skin is thick enough and can withstand hits, but the damage is not enough and it lacks a very destructive technique.
Sensing that there seemed to be other masters coming around, the powerful aura stirred up the night wind and roared. Li Ye did not dare to delay and shouted "Fire God Palm".
Several people on the opposite side retreated in fear.
Li Ye rose and fell, smashing the Iron Foot King who could never be killed, and fell back instantly.
Glancing around, he found that Zhiqiang had already eaten and left, and Li Ye also evacuated decisively.
After a while.
Experts from all walks of life have arrived, each with a suppressed and majestic aura, and their eyes are as bright as lightning.
They are all the ancestors, helmsmen, and masters of the major forces.
But after seeing the battle scene in Zhao Zhai, everyone's expressions changed.
Most of the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion was destroyed and turned into ruins. The stone bricks on the ground exploded and were full of traces of corrosion by blood. There was still green blood burning on the ground.
The flame was green and dancing like a will-o'-the-wisp, exuding a terrifying aura.
It was the green blood of the Half-Step Transformation Realm. It was extremely active and could not be quenched by water or covered by soil. It was very terrifying.
Broken ruins on the ground.
There was a bloody man groaning miserably.
Everyone took a closer look and found that it was the famous old man Tieshan, the Iron-footed King, who was now injured like this. He was covered in sword marks and was extremely miserable. Half of his body was gone, and his intestines were clearly visible in his abdomen.
And his head was also split open.
The soul suffered a heavy blow, as if someone had been tricked.
This is an injury that cannot be healed. He is dying and it seems that he will not survive.
"Brother Zhao, what happened? The Iron-footed King was so injured?"
A sect leader of the Demonic Heaven Sect asked.
Patriarch Zhao did not mention the underground secret door, but casually made nonsense and cursed: "A few of us are discussing Taoism here tonight, but we were attacked by a mysterious enemy. That person should be an old monster who practices fire attribute skills. He is not a thing." , they don’t talk about martial ethics, they just use their killing moves when they come up.”
"The Iron-footed King unfortunately suffered a heavy blow."
"But fortunately, we are not useless. In the end, we severely injured him. The man vomited blood and ran away in confusion."
Ancestor Zhao also wants to save face.
He would never tell everyone that they were actually beaten while being pressed down, and even the sword broke.
When everyone heard this, some were surprised, some were thoughtful, and some didn't believe it.
But the Iron-footed King was indeed seriously injured and could no longer survive.
"Iron-footed King, I voted against him returning to the world back then. I didn't expect that he would end up like this!"
The master of the Demonic Heaven Sect sighed, his eyes pitiful and complicated.
The King of Iron Legs is a veteran master who has reached the halfway level. He has been famous for many years, but he never expected that he would fail in the small Taiping Town.
"Is that mysterious master really that strong?!"
"But how I see it, the Iron-footed King seems to have been tricked..."
far away.
on the roof.
Su Wuji and Mo Batian came, but they didn't get close and stared at each other from a distance.
After seeing the traces of fire at the scene of the battle, the two of them glanced at each other.
"Is that that person?!"
"It should be true that few people can practice such a powerful and profound fire attribute technique to such a level. It will take at least decades of fire training."
"Who is this old monster?..."
They thought of the traces of flames in the small yard deep in the pig yard, which were exactly the same as before.
At this moment.
yard.
Wang Chengwu and a group of young heroes arrived.
In fact, they had already come here, but the half-step transformation masters were fighting, and it was a melee between many people. They didn't dare to get close at all. Now they saw the end of the battle, so they got closer.
far away,
Wang Chengwu did not see his master, King Iron Foot, among the standing crowd. Instead, among the ruins on the ground, there was a bloody figure moaning and groaning miserably.
He couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
Avoiding the burning blood and fire on the ground, he quickly took a closer look, and his face changed drastically. The usually majestic Iron-footed Master Wang turned into this miserable look.
He felt great pain in his heart, and he knelt down in grief and cried: "Master!!!"
While groping for various life-saving elixirs, he stuffed them into King Ironfoot's mouth.
The Iron-footed King saw his beloved disciple and smiled weakly: "Disciple, don't bother yourself anymore. I can no longer be my master. I have something important to tell you."
"Come here with your ears..."
Wang Chengwu avoided the blood on the ground and moved over.
This is the blood of the Half-Step Transformation Realm, which has terrible corrosive power. His cultivation is at the peak of the Wind Realm and he dare not touch it.
King Ironfoot whispered in a low voice and gave some instructions for the future.
Then he informed Wang Chengwu of his true heritage as the Iron-footed King.
This is a dying lesson.
Wang Chengwu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes shone brightly. He had no idea that this was the reason why his master was so invincible.
The Iron Foot King became even weaker and was already on his deathbed.
Looking at Wang Chengwu, his eyes were full of reluctance and a kind smile, and finally he warned...
"My good disciple, the road ahead is up to you, but you have to remember that the world is not about fighting and killing, nor is it about life and death. It is about human relationships."
"If you can't kill your enemies, you might as well unite some of them first and then destroy others. Don't make too many enemies. Making too many enemies will only lead to your own destruction."
"Be patient if you can, and don't get ahead easily. My teacher just didn't hold back this time, and that's why I fell into trouble. Alas..."
"You must seriously understand the Iron Foot Kung Fu. In the future, you will be a new generation of Iron Foot King, the invincible Iron Foot King who can defeat Daming Mansion!!!"
The Iron-footed King's eyes were full of hope.
"Master, I..."
Wang Chengwu bowed his head in shame.
He could feel his master's ardent desire and expectations, but he knew that his qualifications were already beyond the top of the top ten geniuses in Golden Scale City.
However.
But the Iron-footed King smiled and gasped: "My child, my career as a teacher has been exhausted, and it has come to an end!"
"The only thing I can give you now is my master's broken body... blood refining method, living people turn into elixirs, and help you become a demon!"
His eyes suddenly widened and he shouted lowly.
In an instant, green blood burst out from his body, like a green sun, turning the entire courtyard green.
The light shines brightly.
The physical body is dissolving rapidly.
The blood and bone mud decomposed together, pouring back and condensing in the chest as if it were alive.
A bloody elixir is gradually forming.
All around.
The ancestors of the four major families were shocked when they saw this scene, and the ancestors or leaders of several other demon-killing forces also changed their expressions.
"Zi Hua Huo Dan...Iron-footed King, don't you want to live anymore?!"
"Hey, he is already dying, but when he is about to die, he wants to refine himself into a blood pill to help his apprentice. Such a master-disciple relationship is really rare!"
"King of Iron Legs, we respect you as a man!"
"Put your hands in your pockets and beat the Iron-footed King all over the Golden Scale City. The hero is at his end. Have a good trip!!!"
The ancestors or helmsmen of all the forces were deeply touched and couldn't help but cry out in sorrow.
The Iron-footed King was also a tycoon of his generation, a giant in the world. He had been in bloody trouble for decades, but now he ended up like this.
Died in the small town of Taiping!
Some of the other young demon slayers also had tears in their eyes and their eyes were red.
"Salute to Senior Iron Foot King!"
"I was born to be a demon slayer. The green blood gives me supernatural power. I swallow mortals for blood pills. It is a sin, but who can blame me?"
"It's God who doesn't give me a way to survive!"
"The weak will not survive, and the strong will bully. Senior Iron-footed King rose in the wilderness without a big family. This is an example of grassroots rise. When he is dying, he will give everything he has to others. Such a spirit will never die!"
yard.
"Swish, swish, swish"
All the demon slayers took off their hats, unsheathed their swords, raised them to the sky, and paid their highest respect to the Iron-Heeled King.
"Master——!"
Wang Chengwu cried loudly and grabbed the ground with his head, causing the stone bricks to crack.
The master was so kind to him, teaching him before his death, and also trying to perfect himself. Such a master is rare in the world!
The green light on the Iron Foot King became more and more brilliant, his legs and feet had disappeared, and his chest began to shrink.
The appearance of a blood pill is gradually taking shape.
His appearance became increasingly blurry.
His breath became weaker and his vision was hazy, but with a smile on his face that seemed like enlightenment, he looked towards the endless darkness of the sky, and a long voice rang out...
"The biggest mistake I made as a teacher in my life was to try to prove invincibility and seek immortality. However, many so-called invincibles and legendary immortals turned out to be nothing more than bones on the road to immortality.
"In this world where fists determine everything, almost everyone has boarded the carriage in search of immortality, but left their original intentions behind at the inn. Alas...what are you trying to do!...!"
After saying that, his aura decreased sharply, his whole person was shrouded in death aura, his figure was blurred, and he almost completely melted.
The blood pill on the chest is about to take shape.
in the crowd.
Old Ancestor Zhao suddenly took a step forward, his eye muscles shook, tears rolled down his face, he made a sad expression, and said sadly:
"Brother Tieshan, my dear old friend, do you have anything else to say? ... Is there any inheritance treasure somewhere? I will pass it on to my sister-in-law."
The Iron-footed King glanced at him and realized that this hypocritical guy was the one who hit him hardest during the battle.
The damage in my soul was due to him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have died!
The Iron-footed King showed a trace of hatred in his eyes and said weakly:
"have!"
"I have one billion silver, thirty million gold, eighty houses, nineteen shops, countless other treasures, tens of thousands of blood pills, and dozens of magical secrets buried in the royal city of Wei. In, buried in..."
"Where is it buried?" Old Ancestor Zhao asked anxiously with red eyes and sweat on his forehead.
This is really a great wealth!
Although the Wei Dynasty was decadent, it was still prosperous. Every inch of land in the royal city was expensive, and this old guy actually had so many properties and shops there.
Unexpected!
Old Ancestor Zhao was excited and excited, looking at the Iron Foot King with burning longing, and kept breathing for him.
However, the Iron-footed King was speechless for a long time and kept repeating...
"My house deed and money are buried in...buried in...buried in...burp~"
The Iron-footed King died completely.
A smile of relief remained on his face.
"I just won't tell you. I'll make you so angry as a bitch..."
Bang~
With endless regret and unwillingness, the Iron Foot King's body exploded and completely turned into blood mist.
Ancestor Zhao roared to the sky with anger, his eyes were about to burst, like a crazy beast.
And this time.
In the blood mist of the Iron Foot King.
A treasure pill glowing with green blood took shape, with strange lines lingering all over its body, suspended in the air, and exuding a refreshing medicinal fragrance.
In a flash, it poured into Wang Chengwu's body.
All of a sudden.
All the old monsters, ancestors, helmsmen, and experts present all had eyes as red as jackals.
He looked at Wang Chengwu full of greed and desire.
Living people turn into elixirs, and their flesh and blood become materials.
After taking it, the value is greater...
"Boom~"
I don't know who suddenly took action to snatch Wang Chengwu. The others were not willing to lag behind and took action immediately.
The war broke out instantly.
The entire Zhao residence was once again in chaos, with the sounds of fighting, shouts, and screams resounding throughout Taiping Town.
This night was not peaceful.
~
Li Ye returned to the Jiazi No. 1 Pig Yard where the Su family was slaying demons.
At night, the pig yard is very quiet.
The pigs in the pigsty are either eating night food or sleeping, and the sounds of humming and snoring come and go. In the pigherders' dormitory, some pigherders are sleeping deeply, and the sounds of snoring and the pigs' sounds are combined, making it difficult to distinguish them from each other.
Li Ye smiled and sat on the threshold.
Arms on biceps.
Zhiqiang has returned to his original position and transformed into a demon tattoo.
The demon tattoo has the effect of hiding the changes in the physical body, allowing Li Ye to "disappear from everyone" and look exactly the same as before.
In addition to changes in temperament,
He is still an ordinary pig farmer.
Looking at the Demonic Dao Fruit in his mind, Zhiqiang's information emerged.
"Name: Devil Zhu Bajie, also known as Zhu Ganghei"
"Level: Level 4→Level 5 (promoting, mutation level 20%)"
"Status: full, happy"
"Contribution attribute: None (can be extracted again after upgrade)"
"Contribute magical power: Extreme Shadow Hand (When you calm down, your hand speed will be extremely fast. You can extract it after the upgrade is completed.)"
"Tip: Demonic Pig Bajie can level up through daily feeding. The higher the level, the more attributes and magical powers it can contribute, and the stronger it becomes."
Li Ye was satisfied after reading the message.
"Take Zhiqiang out to hunt tonight. All of them are green-blooded demon slayer ingredients. They are rich in nutrients and have extremely high energy, far exceeding pork. Zhiqiang has indeed upgraded again."
"After promotion, you will be the fifth-level demon Zhu Bajie!"
"And I also have new magical powers that I can extract."
The higher the level of Zhiqiang, the more energy, blood and strength he contributes. I don’t know how much energy, blood and strength he will provide after advancing to level five this time.
One Punch Man.
He is looking forward to it!
Gradually, the rooster crows and the morning light begins to fade.
Its daybreak.
A ray of golden sun shone from the eaves corner of the Su Demon Removal House, illuminating the pig yard Jiazi in the west courtyard. A fly on the iron fence shook its damp wings and flew tremblingly into the pig pen.
The front yard.
The swineherds were having their morning meeting, forming two rows.
"In life, I am the slave of the Su family, and in death, I am the soul of the Su family. I will not betray you in life or death!"
"I am a brick of the Su family. I can move it wherever it is needed!"
"I am a nail in the Su family. I can order wherever you need it!"
On the five-foot pig-killing platform, Huang An hosted the morning meeting for the pigherders.
He criticized the pigherds who were lazy yesterday, praised Han Li and several other positive pigherders, called on everyone to follow the lead of the herdsman Li Ye and be a hard-working pigherder, and then assigned today's tasks.
at last,
He invited Li Ye to come on stage to make additional remarks.
Li Ye gave a few simple words of encouragement, which were without any nutrition and were just nonsense, but Huang An still led a group of pigherders to applaud vigorously and cheer loudly.
The applause made a row of sparrows fly away from the eaves.
After the morning meeting, the pigherders performed their duties, those who fed the pigs, those who shoveled the pig pens, and those who carried swill and splashed all the way.
Li Ye reminded the pigherder to take small steps, not to press the pole too tightly, and to bend his back a little. The pigherder did as he was told, and immediately picked up the swill steadily without splashing at all, looking at Li Ye with awe and admiration in his eyes.
The butler is really amazing and knows everything.
"If the shepherd doesn't know anything, why not be the shepherd and go to work!"
Huang An scolded the pigherd who wanted to get closer to Li Ye and continued to flatter him, and drove him away to dig out the manure.
The shepherd is mine alone.
No one can argue with me!
He came close to Li Ye, with a smile on his face. He looked Li Ye up and down. There was another burst of surprise in his eyes, but he pursed his lips and said nothing, holding it in tightly.
Li Ye ignored him, walked into the pig pen with a castration knife, castrated the most cheerful boar that had been making a lot of noise early in the morning, and threw the pig whip to Huang An.
Huang An took a look at it and found that Hei Qiuqiu's was short and small and was of inferior quality. He couldn't help but give it to Han Li who was passing by to feed the little sow Beibei. Then he finally couldn't help but said to Li Ye:
"Boss, why do I feel that your skin has improved a lot every day when I see you?"
Li Ye glanced at him in surprise, "Why do you pay so much attention to me?"
"As a good old swineherd, your attention should be on the pigs."
He criticized.
Huang An hurriedly stamped his feet together, bowed ninety degrees to Li Ye, and said loudly: "Huang An will bear in mind the teachings of the shepherd!"
After all,
He took out two posts from his arms and handed them over.
"He Chao, the captain of Feiyu Guard, has passed away. Please come and offer condolences. Boss Liu of Liu Ji Paperwork Shop also passed away last night and has sent you a message."
Li Ye was shocked and a little surprised when he heard this.
But when he remembered that the two of them had been attacked by Yin Qi like him before, he suddenly understood. However, he could not help but feel a little regretful and sad. He sighed: "Then let's go. After all, we are acquaintances and have some friendship."
Huang An said expectantly: "When the shepherd goes there, can you take me with you?"
"What? Do you want to follow suit?"
"No, I'm greedy and want to have a meal." Huang An grinned innocently and scratched his head.
Just as Li Ye was about to speak, he heard the sound of a gong suddenly coming from the front yard.
There were also people running and shouting...
"The ancestor is back, the ancestor is back home, all the slaves wear new clothes and red flowers, and all go to the gate to greet the ancestor Dharma..."
