Under the surveillance of Gu Yong and Qu Yan, Wu Jian's whereabouts in Shiyu City were quickly discovered by the two. After confirming the small courtyard where Wu Jian had visited many times, the two told Qin Cheng the news.

"Young Master of the City, as expected, that good-for-nothing Qin Long is hiding in this small courtyard. Do you want to gather the monks in the sect and capture him and bring him to justice, Young Master?" Gu Yong said in a cowardly manner.

"No need, take me there now. I want to meet him personally." Qin Cheng said with a grim smile.

"I'm afraid that's not good." Gu Yong said hesitantly.

When the two of them followed Wu Jian and lurked near the small courtyard, they accidentally heard some fighting sounds coming from inside, which sounded like someone was sparring.

Gu Yong and Qu Yan originally planned to catch Qin Long and send him back to the door to receive the reward, but the intense fighting made them give up their plan to take the reward alone.

Being able to fight Wu Jian back and forth, even if he lets go, the person's strength will not be too weak. He is at least at the eighth or ninth level of Qi training. The two of them are only at the fifth or sixth level of Qi training, so there is no chance of winning if they face each other.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'm already at the third level of Foundation Establishment. How can I still be so timid when dealing with a useless person who can't practice?"

Qin Cheng is indeed proud of his capital, and his natural capital is good. With a large amount of resources, he has jumped from Qi training to a foundation-building monk in a short period of time, becoming the strongest being in the young lineage of the Li family.

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Gu Yong nodded when he heard this and said: "Young Master Cheng is right. Qi training is different from that of ordinary people, let alone foundation building. The gap between the first heaven and the first heaven cannot be made up by ordinary monks. What's more, the young master is already at the third heaven. Killing Qin

Dragons are out of the question."

"In this case, we should go together with the young master. When the young master kills Qin Long, we will be responsible for carrying the corpse of the traitor back to the sect and ask for credit for the young master." Qu Yan said hurriedly.

"Hahaha, okay, let's do it like this." Qin Cheng was praised by the two and felt very comfortable. He immediately took them down the mountain and walked towards Shiyu City.

In the small courtyard, Qin Long is condensing spiritual energy and trying to open a second red line.

Suddenly, the closed courtyard door was kicked open. Qin Long thought it was King Yao who had come to the door. His heart trembled and he turned around to run away, but he heard a familiar voice coming from the door.

"Trash, you've been hiding here after running away for so long."

"Qin Cheng?"

Qin Long's eyes were full of surprise. He couldn't figure out where he had made a mistake and exposed his identity.

"How did you find me?"

When they first met, he and Qu Yan used spiritual energy to check Qin Long. Due to their internal strength, they only received feedback that Qin Long was a mortal.

The persimmons have to be picked on the weak ones, they are already Qi practicing monks, and they don't even need to use their spiritual energy to bully a mortal.

"Young Master, you are talking nonsense. You are nothing but rubbish. She deserves to be barked in front of the young master." Gu Yong cursed arrogantly and rushed towards Qin Long.

"Sixth level of Qi training, Qin Cheng, are these your subordinates? They are really getting better and better." Qin Long looked at the rushing Gu Yong and sneered.

"Gu Yong, step back, I said I would deal with him personally." Qin Cheng shouted back to Gu Yong, and took a step forward, his spiritual energy suddenly bursting out.

As early as the fight in Houshan, Qin Long had the power to defeat the Wu brothers. Although he didn't want to admit it, Gu Yong and Qu Yan were indeed inferior to the Wu brothers.

When Gu Yong heard this, his footsteps stopped in mid-air, and he was extremely angry at losing this opportunity to claim credit. However, Qin Cheng's status was special, so he could only grit his teeth and retreat.

"Third level of foundation building? The cultivation speed is pretty good, but this use of spiritual energy is too imbecile."

Under Wu Jian's recent teachings, Qin Long has made great progress in the use of spiritual energy, and also understands that it is a very unwise approach to directly explode spiritual energy in a fight.

Although the burst of spiritual energy can enhance one's own attack, it will also increase the consumption of spiritual energy. The best way to use it is to gather the spiritual energy and use it in exercises. A monk who is good at fighting will never be as reckless as Qin Cheng.

Qin Long looked at the two strange monks standing behind and smiled to anger Qin Cheng: "You actually didn't let your subordinates come to die first, and then huddled behind and attacked your own people to frame them. Qin Cheng, this is not like your style."

"By the way, the two monks behind you probably don't know how Wu Xing and Wu Yong died, right? Do you want me to tell them for you?" Qin Long's eyes were filled with coldness.

Hearing the Wu brothers, Qin Cheng's face changed slightly and he shouted violently and rushed towards Qin Long: "Bastard, today I will break your hands and feet and make you kneel on the ground crying and begging me for mercy!"

Qin Cheng did not use flying knives. He was humiliated by Qin Long in the door. Today he will use his fists and kicks to cripple the opponent to relieve his hatred.

Qin Cheng was extremely fast and struck Qin Long in front of him with all his strength.

"The speed is not slow. That old thief Qin Fangyang is really willing to spend money."

From the current Qin Long's point of view, although his fists are fast and powerful, they are like playing tricks. Even if he is hit, nothing will happen.

"But don't be careless, let's see what other tricks this kid has." Qin Long dodged the flying fists with a short body, and retreated, causing him to keep attacking to consume his energy.

The furnishings in the courtyard were constantly shattered by Qin Cheng's force during the battle, and the dust brought up by the fists blurred the figures of several people present.

"Young Master Cheng is mighty!" Gu Yong and Qu Yan kept cheering when they saw Qin Long being beaten back and forth.

However, they did not know that Qin Long seemed to be in a state of embarrassment on the surface, but in fact he was very capable. On the contrary, Qin Cheng had squandered a lot of his spiritual energy and was unable to continue.

Seeing that Qin Long was beaten by him and was unable to fight back, Qin Chengjue felt extremely happy that the haze in his heart was swept away. When he reached the edge of the courtyard wall, he let out a loud roar, and all his spiritual energy gathered in his fist, and suddenly a red transparent shell covered him.

With his fist, bursts of burning breath radiated from the crystal shell.

"Fire Crystal Fist, it's the Heavenly Skill Fire Crystal Fist!" Qu Yan shouted when he saw the changes in Qin Cheng's body.

"It seems that we don't need to collect the body of that trash this time. If we use Fire Crystal Fist to deal with a mortal, even the bones will be burned to dregs." Gu Yong shook his head regretfully. He also wanted to use Qin Long's body in exchange for his contribution. See

There is no hope.

Facing such a powerful fatal blow, Qin Long showed no trace of panic on his face. Bright yellow flames surged out from his palm, and his right fist was clenched and slowly reached out to strike at the fiery red crystal.

"Fire Fist."

There was a loud bang, and the crystal shell in Qin Cheng's hand was immediately smashed into pieces, and his whole body was shot out faster than when he came.

"When will he be able to use spiritual energy again, or foundation-building spiritual energy!"

Qin Cheng's eyes were full of surprise. Although the flame on the opponent's hand only lasted for a moment, he could still tell that it was a spiritual flame with a bright yellow color, a color that would only appear after foundation building.

"His Dantian has been shattered. It is impossible to activate spiritual energy, let alone build foundations and external skills. This must be an illusion created by him using external skills. The flame must be used to deceive me!"

In the air, Qin Cheng's eyes were full of sinister looks. He reached out and touched his waist, and three cold lights went straight to Qin Long.

"Flying knives? It's really a case of changing the soup without changing the medicine."

Seeing this familiar scene, Qin Long shook his head secretly in his heart. With such a method, why bother to start a close combat with him, not only disrupting the rhythm of the attack, but also wasting spiritual energy in vain.

The cold light was extremely fast, and it crossed several meters to Qin Long in the blink of an eye. It was too late to dodge, and Qin Long could only stretch out his left hand hidden under his sleeve to grab the flying knife.

"Haha, die, my flying knife is a third-level high-grade one, how can you block it with just two hands?"

Qin Cheng laughed out loud when he saw this move, and he pinched his hand. The speed of the sword light suddenly doubled, and he obviously wanted to pierce Qin Long's palm and kill him.

"Boom!" The huge force of the flying knife pushed Qin Long's whole body into the air and crashed into the hut. Half of the sturdy hut was immediately collapsed. There was a burst of dust in the small courtyard. It looked like Qin Long was already dead.

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"What a powerful move. Master Cheng, what kind of technique is this? It's so powerful." Gu Yong asked with an admiring expression on his face.

"This is Yan Ji's weapon control technique. You can use fire-attributed spiritual energy to double the power of flying knives. Not to mention his small Qi training, even if he is at the fifth level of foundation building, he will be killed on the spot if he is hit by a single sword."

Qin Cheng was triumphant, but at the same time he glanced at the ruins suspiciously. For some reason, the three flying knives he fired had lost contact with him.

"The Yan Ji Weapon Control Technique is a mid-level heaven-level skill that only monks in the Chinese fire realm are eligible to exchange for their contributions!" To redeem this skill, you not only need to practice Wenhuo, but also have to make a lot of contributions.

Moreover, Yan Ji's military skills are extremely domineering, and the requirements for the weapons of the imperial envoy are also very high. Only third-level high-grade weapons can be barely used. The three-handed flying knife that killed Qin Long also cost nearly a thousand gold coins.

Gu Yong's heart was full of jealousy. If it weren't for Qin Fangyang's benefit, when would it be the turn of a fool like Qin Cheng.

Just as the two were praising Qin Cheng, the sound of falling bricks came from the collapsed hut, and a figure slowly walked out of the ruins.

"Your flying knife is still as weak as before. It's time for me to take action next, right?"

Qin Long's calm voice was like the roar of an evil ghost in Qin Cheng's ears. He stretched out his hand and touched his waist, and three more cold lights shot out.

"Yan Ji Yubing!"

Qin Cheng drained all the remaining spiritual energy and martial arts, and accelerated the speed of the three flying knives to the limit to shoot at Qin Long.

The three flying knives made a sharp sound of breaking wind. Qin Long knew that it was the explosion caused by the flying knives breaking through the sound barrier. The huge wind pressure swept away all the dust in the air.

His eyes were half-squinted, and he felt the pressure brought by the flying knife. Qin Long's face showed a bit of solemnity. He did not continue to choose to use the fire attribute spiritual energy, but mobilized the long-suppressed essence to inject it into his hands.

"Lizard Demon Skin Training!"

With a soft drink, the exoskeleton trap was coated with a soft white light, and the fine white scales reinforced the already tough wolf bones again. He stepped down suddenly and grabbed the oncoming flying knife.

Qin Long's ferocious bone claw finally collided with the flying knife in the eyes of several people.

During the touch, the connection between the three freely controllable flying knives and Qin Cheng was forcibly severed again, and a bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Jiang!" Amidst the violent impact, a ripple spread out from the junction.

"Squeak..." Accompanied by the sound of steel twisting, Qin Long's exoskeleton-covered left hand clenched tightly, and the three hard fine iron flying knives were clenched into balls in his hands like dirt.

"Don't think that you are the only one who builds the foundation."

Qin Long raised his left hand high and threw the flying knife rolled back into an iron ball. He heard a scream, Qin Cheng's calf was broken, and he fell to the ground and howled miserably.

"That's a third-grade flying knife, how could he be okay!"

Qin Long's appearance made Gu Yong and Qu Yan dumbfounded. They would have understood if Qin Long chose to avoid the flying knife, but now he stopped the flying knife with just one hand, just like ordinary people catching bullets with their bare hands.

People are shocked.

"I remember you were the one who said you wanted to break my limbs just now, right? I'll give you three breaths to think about it, destroy your meridians, kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll consider letting you live."

"You're dreaming! Even if I, Qin Cheng, die, I won't kowtow to others like your stupid father...ah!" With a scream, his other leg was severely trampled off by Qin Long.

The appearance of Qin Cheng means that his traces have been known to the Qinmen. Killing him today will not change the fact that his identity has been exposed. Since he is destined to leave this place, why should he shrink back.

Without any hesitation, Qin Long grabbed both of his arms and suddenly broke them off. Facing the person who wanted to kill him, Qin Long would not show mercy. "Fire Fist!" The bright yellow flame rekindled in Qin Long's hands.

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"No, don't kill me! My father is the master of the Qin Clan. Let me go and I will ask him to give you one hundred thousand, not one million gold coins!" The sudden death threat made Qin Cheng completely lose his pride and burst into tears.

Begging Qin Long to let him live

"Oh, can one million gold coins be exchanged for my father or my Zeng Jin? Die and use your life to make amends for us!"
Chapter completed!