A few days later, Wang Shuo left the alchemy room, feeling slightly depressed.

A total of twenty pills were made from the materials, but only four were successfully refined, and the rest failed to condense.

Wang Shuo shook his head: "If you want to become a great alchemist, you have to fail at least ten thousand times. What does my failure mean?"

After leaving Tianxiang Pavilion, Wang Shuo did not immediately retreat into seclusion. Instead, after relaxing for a while in the peaks and valleys, Wang Shuo planned to take action.

"Qi Yu, Han Xiaozi, Ji Yuan, and Tie Mang." Wang Shuo read the names of these four senior brothers. Among the four, two were disciples of Jiao Yu's sect, and two were disciples of Uncle Li Bin.

I heard that Li Bin was extremely protective, but it was these people who attacked Wang Shuo first, and Wang Shuo was just "returning the gift", and Wu Renqun would definitely not let Li Bin attack him.

…

At night, Tie Mang was dragging his injured leg to eat and drink with other disciples at the night market in the sect.

Obviously, Wang Shuo was the one who caused the injury to his leg. Now that it has been repaired, it has not healed.

Wang Shuo found a conspicuous place to sit down, and his powerful spiritual consciousness was locked on Tie Mang. Tie Mang immediately felt that a powerful spiritual consciousness was locked on him, and he looked at Wang Shuo.

Seeing Wang Shuo's expressionless expression, Tie Mang's face turned ashen.

The next moment, Wang Shuo instantly disappeared from the spot, along with his breath and consciousness.

Tie Mang began to panic, and his eyes quickly swept around, trying to find Wang Shuo.

The brothers around him obviously noticed Tie Mang's problem: "Brother Tie, what's wrong?"

Tie Mang hesitated for a while and said: "Wang Shuo just came here. He came to kill me. I hope that my fellow apprentices can save their lives."

"Are you kidding? That kid hasn't reached the foundation building stage yet, why should Brother Tie be panicking?" one of them mocked.

Tie Mang's face turned red: "This person does not have enough cultivation to build a foundation, but his method... my leg was injured by him."

Several people's expressions suddenly turned cold and they nodded.

So several people got up and planned to escort Tie Mang back to his residence. Tie Mang thanked him repeatedly and felt calm.

Along the way, several people's consciousness spread, but Wang Shuo was not seen.

"If you kill a fellow disciple in the sect, you will be punished by the sect. I believe that boy will not do such a stupid thing. It is probably Brother Tie's fault!" one of them said.

Tie Mang forced out a smile: "I hope so."

After leaving the night market, a few people flew with their swords, which greatly reduced the possibility of being attacked by a sneak attack.

When everyone relaxed and flew in the air, several beams of light shot up into the sky and hit several people. Several people suddenly fell to the ground like geese shot by arrows.

Several people were hit hard and grimaced in pain.

Not far away, Wang Shuo was riding on a beast-shaped puppet, followed by several similar puppets.

The beam of light seemed to be ejected from the puppet's mouth.

Wang Shuo jumped down from the puppets, and several puppets quickly deformed and turned into several small wooden boxes, which were put into the gourd by Wang Shuo.

"You can't kill me. Killing me would be against the sect's rules!" Tie Mang stood up and said.

At this time, several people around him also stood up and looked at Wang Shuo coldly, obviously unhappy with Wang Shuo knocking several people out of the air.

Wang Shuo smiled "Humph": "Who said I want to kill senior brother? Junior brother just wants to let senior brother experience what junior brother feels."

"You are in the Qi Refining stage, but you also want to fight with us in the Foundation building stage?"

After speaking, several people pressed the foundation-building spiritual pressure towards Wang Shuo.

If it were an ordinary monk in the Qi refining stage, his soul and magic power would be too weak, and he would probably be forced to become stiff all over.

But Wang Shuo had already established the foundation, and his soul had already surpassed that of a regular foundation-building disciple. He just lacked mana, so he had no reaction at all to the spiritual pressure of several people.

"It doesn't matter how many of you come!" Wang Shuo smiled coldly.

"Junior brother, I'm afraid you are just joking!"

Suddenly, Wang Shuo felt that someone was using a soul-piercing spell on him.

But Wang Shuo remained motionless and did not show signs of pain.

Seeing that Wang Shuo's spell was ineffective, the faces of several people suddenly became cautious.

"Senior brothers, don't you think that junior brother is so stupid that he will be tricked again?"

The next moment, Wang Shuo disappeared from where he was.

In the darkness of night, Wang Shuo's afterimage was hard to see with the naked eye. Everyone could only hear the screams coming from behind. Looking back, Tie Mang had a look of horror on his face.

A neat red line suddenly appeared on his arms, and then his arms fell to the ground like ripe apples.

At this time, Wang Shuo's laughter came from the distance: "Brothers, goodbye!"

…

In the house, Han Xiaozi was practicing when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Han Xiaozi immediately became alert: "Which senior brother?"

The knock on the door rang again, but there was no response.

Then a flying sword flew out of the man's sleeve, pierced through the door without hesitation, and stabbed the person outside the door.

Then he stood up, took out a small shield, and turned it into a shield of light to protect himself.

Kicking open the door, I saw a humanoid puppet at the door knocking on the door, with the flying sword stuck in the puppet's chest.

Seeing this, Han Xiaozi's expression changed, knowing that he had been fooled, he hurriedly retreated into the house.

"Senior Brother is very cautious. Are you so afraid of Junior Brother coming to take revenge?"

As soon as I entered the house, I heard Wang Shuo's voice.

Han Xiaozi turned around and saw Wang Shuo sitting on the bed, holding a Mo Dao in his hand and looking at him with a sneer.

Before Han Xiaozi could use the soul-piercing spell, a stone pillar immediately shot out of the ground and pushed Han Xiaozi off the roof.

Han Xiaozi had quick hands and quick eyes, so he jumped off the stone pillar and planned to leave with his sword.

The next moment, Wang Shuo appeared on the top of the stone pillar, grabbed the hilt of the flying sword with one hand, and threw Han Xiaozi to the ground.

Han Xiaozi was not injured as he was protected by a protective shield.

After getting up from the ground, he once again used the spell that stung Wang Shuo's soul that day.

Wang Shuo smiled coldly and disappeared from the top of the stone pillar. In an instant, he was in front of Han Xiaozi and chopped off the Mo Dao in his hand.

Han Xiaozi quickly took out a talisman and turned it into a long sword, facing Mo Dao's sharp edge.

The shield turned into powder under the power of the two talismans. Han Xiaozi felt a huge force coming from the collision. His whole body was directly pressed by this huge force and he knelt down on one knee, but he firmly resisted the long sword in his hand.

Talisman, don't let Wang Shuomo cut it off with his sword.

"Fighting alone is too weak!" Wang Shuo smiled coldly.

Suddenly, Han Xiaozi's hands shot out from the ground, one on the left and the other on the right, and clamped Han Xiaozi in the middle like a slap.

Han Xiaozi had a ferocious look on his face, spit out a mouthful of blood, and still held the sword with both hands.

"As expected of a body that has been cleansed by the I Ching, it can really resist!"

After saying this, Wang Shuo kicked Han Xiaozi in the abdomen, and Han Xiaozi spit out another mouthful of blood. His face was already extremely ferocious: "Zhuzi, I will fight with you."

After saying this, seven or eight flying swords flew out of the gourd. The seven or eight flying swords merged into one and turned into a giant sword, slashing straight at Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo gritted his teeth and caught the giant sword with one palm of his free left hand, making it difficult for the sword to drop even half an inch from above Wang Shuo's head.

Although the power of this sword is not as powerful as the talisman, it is about to reach the limit of Wang Shuo's physical strength.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother won't play with you anymore!"

Yan Bi raised a leg and kicked Han Xiaozi hard on the chest again. Han Xiaozi grinned and spit out another mouthful of blood. Unable to hold on any longer, he loosened his hand.

Wang Shuo then took advantage of the situation and broke both of his arms.

Suddenly, the giant sword in the air was divided into eight flying swords and scattered on the ground. Even the talisman in Han Xiaozi's hand was restored to a talisman.

The Tushou dispersed, and Han Xiaozi fell to the ground, looking at Wang Shuo in horror, his whole body twitching.

Wang Shuo smiled at him and disappeared.

…

Two nights later, Qi Yu and Ji Yuan completed their sect mission and returned to the sect together with their swords.

But at this moment, two beams of light knocked the two people down from the sky.

"The two senior brothers are really elegant. After completing the sect's tasks, they didn't forget to go to the kiln to take a look around. They made the junior brother happy for a long time."

Wang Shuo took away the two beast puppets that had killed the two people, sat on the branch and looked at the two people who landed on the ground.

Qi Yu and Ji Yuan stood up and each took out a talisman, a serrated scimitar, and a short knife with an outer handle.

"It seems that junior brother recovered very quickly. His arms are now attached. Are you afraid that they will fall off if you apply too much force for a while?" The two of them laughed.

Wang Shuo recognized at a glance that the weapons in the two men's hands were exactly the ones that cut off his own arms.

Wang Shuo smiled coldly: "Two senior brothers, when fighting, your spiritual consciousness cannot only lock on the enemy, but also detect the surroundings!"

Their expressions changed: "What?"

Suddenly, four wooden palms stretched out from under the ground, grabbing both of their hands.

Then two humanoid puppets emerged from the ground, transformed quickly, and turned into two shackles to imprison the two of them.

The two people hurriedly activated the gourd, trying to take out the magic weapon and break the shackles. However, the two bow and arrow puppets lying in wait fired an arrow each, and struck not far in front of the two people.

"If you dare to take other magic weapons, this bow and arrow puppet will shoot through your heads immediately."

Only then did the two of them realize that they had succeeded. They stared at Wang Shuo with their eyes fixed on Wang Shuo: "It is against the rules of the sect to kill a fellow disciple."

Saying this, the two of them used the soul-piercing spell at the same time, but Wang Shuo had no reaction.

"Repeat the same old tricks?"

Wang Shuo jumped down from the branch and took a few steps to the two of them: "You two are much stupider than Han Xiaozi and Tie Mang. At least they know what vigilance means!"

"What are you talking about...the two of them have been killed by you!" Qi Yu's face turned pale. Ji Yuan beside him also had a pale face and said in a panic: "Junior brother, it was the impulsiveness of the senior brothers that day. I hope junior brother...will show mercy!"

Wang Shuo laughed loudly and punched both of them in the abdomen. The two of them immediately spat out a bunch of things: "You treat your junior brother like this on impulse? It's so impulsive! Of course I will show mercy to you, junior brother!"

After speaking, Wang Shuo grabbed Ji Yuan's arms with both hands and twisted them hard.

"ah--!"

Qi Yu on the side was already trembling when he saw this scene. Then his body kept twisting, trying to break free of the shackles, but no matter what he did, he could not shake the shackles.

Wang Shuo also grabbed his arms with both hands.

"Junior brother, don't want it!"

"Crack!"

"ah--!"

…

A few days later, Wang Shuo was lying in the room watching "The Legend of God".

The first level of the first chapter happens to be the spell that stings the soul, Soul Sting. It is the move that the four guys used against Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo had already made preparations at that time and let the "Nine Yuan Xuanling Jue" run continuously, so several people had no effect on him.

Not many people have Wang Shuo's physique, and it will take at least a year to recuperate and regain strength.
Chapter completed!