Chapter 450: Turning Ning Chen into a puppet

Outside the huge furnace cauldron, Fan Shouzhen and the eight elders were still leaning against the nine furnace nozzles of the huge furnace cauldron.

"Master, what's going on? It's been a whole day, why haven't you been able to wipe that Ning Chen out of consciousness?"

"Yes, those warriors in the past, even the fifth and sixth grade masters, could not survive for half a day if they fell into our alchemy formation!"

"This damn Ning Chen, is he really a cockroach that cannot be killed or refined?"

All the elders could no longer hold on.

In the final analysis, this alchemy formation is driven by the inner strength of all of them.

The longer they last, the greater their consumption.

Up to this point, they had already swallowed many elixirs to replenish their power, but they had not been able to refine Ning Chen inside into a puppet, which made them anxious.

Fan Shouzhen was not worried about being rejoiced, and said with a ferocious smile: "Elders, you might as well think about it, this Ning Chen can actually carry in the alchemy formation for such a long time, then after we really refine him into a puppet,

How strong should he be?"

"That will really be an invincible King Kong puppet!"

"At that time, with just his puppet, maybe our Yaowangzhuang can really subdue all the martial arts sects! Instead of like now, we have to provide pills to those martial arts sects, and we can only secretly

Refining their warriors..."

Fan Shouzhen's words undoubtedly gave everyone a shot in the arm. The elders once again took pills one after another and used all their strength to activate the alchemy formation.

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At the same time, in Chuzhou, there was also a turmoil.

Ning Chen's sudden disappearance left Shan Rou, Su Qianxue, Jasmine and others in chaos, but the real crisis had just arrived.

In the suburbs of Chuzhou, at a highway toll station, the toll collector is sitting boredly in the toll booth.

In recent years, automatic toll collection has been vigorously promoted, and fewer and fewer cars use manual toll collection.

"It's so boring..."

The toll collector stretched his body and was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed. His eyes widened in disbelief and he looked at the highway ahead.

I saw a few hundred meters ahead of me on the highway, a middle-aged man in weird clothes, and a dozen or so sexy-looking young women in scantily clad clothes, walking leisurely in the middle of the highway!

The toll collector was immediately shocked. It was simply too dangerous to walk like this in the middle of the highway.

He grabbed the microphone, turned on the toll station speaker, and shouted to a group of middle-aged men a few hundred meters away: "Pedestrians, please leave the highway immediately! Pedestrians, please leave the highway immediately..."

Before the toll collector finished speaking, a heavy truck more than twenty meters long suddenly drove up from a distance.

Because there are still five or six hundred meters away from the toll station, the heavy truck is moving very fast. The driver obviously did not expect that there would be more than a dozen people walking side by side in the middle of the highway, and it was too late to brake!

This heavy truck, which was more than 20 meters long, immediately hit the middle-aged man and his group at a speed of 100 yards.

"Damn it!" The truck driver closed his eyes directly.

"Danger! Get out of the way!!" the toll collector yelled into the loudspeaker.

But the middle-aged man and his group didn't panic at all. They just turned around slowly and looked at the heavy truck rushing straight towards them.

It wasn't until the truck rushed in front of him that the middle-aged man stretched out a hand and slapped it towards the truck.

boom!

The heavy truck suddenly rushed over from a speed of a hundred yards, became stationary, collapsed into a ball of scrap metal, and then suddenly flew away at a faster speed than when it came!

"This...is...what...a monster?"

The toll collector trembled to himself.

The middle-aged man slapped the twenty-meter-long heavy-duty truck away with one palm, then turned around and called to the dozen or so charming women beside him:
Chapter completed!