"Old Palace Master, why are you here? You are not already..." The fat man exclaimed in a flash, but seemed to think of something and quickly stopped.

Zhan Wuque narrowed his eyes and said that these fat man's words had a deep meaning.

The old palace master's injury may be inseparable from the Martial God Temple.

"My benefactor, this fat man is named Tao Zhe, who comes from the Imperial Capital Martial Temple. This time, I come here to observe the temple sacrifices, it is hard to describe it. You and Qiao'er try not to provoke him." The old palace master sent a voice to Zhan Wuque, ignoring Tao Zhe.

Zhan Wuque didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

If someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend others. If this fat man comes to his door to seek death, he will not blame him.

The stone tower in front of me opened with the sound of "boom" and three men entered in a row.

"Boy, I don't care what method you use to get here, but if you dare to think about my Qiaoer, don't blame me for being rude to you." As soon as Tao Zhe came in, he warned Zhan Wuque.

He was slapped by Zhan Wuque and fled in panic. After returning, he remembered that Zhan Wuque did not use his energy at all, but his brute force was a little more powerful. He was a real eighth-level strongman in the martial arts!

"Brother Zhan, don't listen to his nonsense. I'm not familiar with him at all." Lu Qiaoer was a little angry and sat cross-legged not far beside Zhan Wuque.

She only knew Tao Zhe for a few days, but the other party kept pestering her, which was really hateful.

The stone tower is not big, and its internal energy is extremely strong. Zhan Wuque's eyes showed joy. He immediately sat cross-legged and began to breathe, ignoring Tao Zhe.

"Bastard"! When Tao Zhe saw Zhan Wuque closing his eyes and meditating, he felt fierce in his heart and kicked Zhan Wuque's head. This blow was powerful and he was as if Zhan Wuque had killed him with one blow.

Even Lu Qiaoer, who was standing beside her, didn't expect Tao Zhe to kill suddenly, and screamed in surprise, and it was too late to stop him.

"Bang"!

"ah"!

A loud noise came from the stone tower, accompanied by a scream, and the dust on the spire was falling.

Outside the stone tower, the old palace master who was sitting cross-legged and meditating showed a bitter smile on his face, and shook his head helplessly.

Looking at the stone tower, Tao Zhe lay on the ground like a dead dog, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

"Impossible, aren't you unable to practice? How could you have the fifth level of martial artist cultivation?" Tao Zhe's eyes showed disbelief.

He found out the origin of Zhan Wuque very clearly. He was just a waste, but what was going on now? This waste can not only practice, but also beat him without the slightest backhand power.

"Idiot," Zhan Wuque's eyes were faint, and he sat there motionlessly, absorbing the energy in the stone tower with all his strength.

At this moment, he was running a yellow-level top-grade martial art "Dragon and Elephant Jue", which was equivalent to the upgraded version of the previous "Pan Xiang Jue", which was both tended to refine the body, which was very suitable for the chaotic battle body.

Martial arts must be carried out step by step from low to high.

As Zhan Wuque sucked, the energy in the entire stone tower began to boil, like a long whale sucking water. In a faintly, a huge phantom of a dragon elephant appeared behind Zhan Wuque. He swung his long nose and sucked away all the energy in the stone tower.

"Martial arts are transformed? Damn it!" Seeing this, Tao Zhe was so angry that he trembled all over.

How did he practice? All the energy in the tower was sucked away by Zhan Wuque, but he didn't dare to cause trouble for Zhan Wuque, and he was so angry that he was full of anger.

"Boom boom boom", the stone tower opened, and Tao Zhe walked out with a blue nose and swollen face, with a gloomy face. He didn't even look at the old palace master beside him, and left.

"Can this Tao Zhe be beaten out by the kid of the Zhan family?" The old palace master murmured, shocked. Tao Zhe is the eighth level of martial arts disciple. Could it be that Zhan Wuque's martial arts realm is comparable to Qinglongyang, the number one genius in Qingyang City?

After a stick of incense, the last trace of energy in the stone tower was sucked into Zhan Wuque's body.

Zhan Wuque suddenly opened his eyes, and a powerful aura burst out from him. Lu Qiaoer's face turned pale when she was sitting cross-legged.

"Sorry, Miss Qiao'er, I didn't pay attention for a while." Zhan Wuque quickly retracted his momentum with apology in his eyes.

Lu Qiaoer was not angry, but instead asked with concern: "What is the realm of Brother Zhan now?"

"The Seventh Level of Martial Artist", Zhan Wuque smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he was quite satisfied. After all, the martial arts he practiced tended to be physically refining, and the martial arts realm was just a coincidence. At this moment, he could feel the qi and blood rolling like a river in his body, and his whole body was filled with strength.

"Oh," Lu Qiaoer sighed slowly, a trace of loneliness flashed through her eyes. There was no need to worry about it. She had not absorbed much energy at all, and her realm was still at the sixth level of the martial artist, and she did not improve at all.

Lu Qiaoer's lost eyes were caught in Zhan Wuque's eyes, and she touched her nose, making her even more embarrassed.

As if he was thinking about something, Zhan Wuque took out two bottles of spiritual liquid from the storage bag and handed it to Lu Qiaoer, saying, "This is the best foundation-building liquid, and the effect is ten times that of ordinary foundation-building liquid. If you use your skills, I will help you refine it."

"Ah, why are you so embarrassed? Brother Zhan should use it yourself." Lu Qiaoer quickly refused, her face a little red.

This is the first time a boy has given her something to her when she grows up. She takes care of the old palace master in the temple all year round and hardly leaves her home.

"This foundation-building liquid is useless to me," Zhan Wuque said without saying a word and stuffed the foundation-building liquid into Lu Qiaoer's hand.

Zhan Wuque is now the seventh level of the martial artist, and the foundation-building liquid will no longer help him. It just happens to be used to help Lu Qiaoer improve her strength.

Seeing Zhan Wuque insisting on giving it to her, Lu Qiaoer had to accept it and gently unplug the bottle. A strong fragrance of medicine was emitted, and she immediately exclaimed: "What a rich Yuanli!"

After saying that, Chen Qiaoer raised her head and took a sip. Her face turned red instantly, and her whole body was filled with heat, and a trace of pain appeared between her eyebrows.

"No, the effect of the best foundation-building liquid is too powerful. If this continues, the meridians in Miss Qiao'er's body may be damaged." Zhan Wuque was shocked when he saw this, but he was not at all panic. He pointed out his ten fingers frequently and landed on Lu Qiao'er. A stream of Yuan power shot out from his fingertips, dispersing the huge medicinal power in Lu Qiao'er's body.

After a while, Lu Qiaoer opened her eyes, with excitement and a hint of shyness in her eyes, and she whispered: "This top foundation building liquid is so powerful, Qiaoer feels that she is about to break through the seventh level of the martial artist."

Zhan Wuque was not surprised to hear this. It is not surprising that the best foundation-building liquid has this effect. After all, Qiaoer does not have any special physique.

"Then let's do your best to refine the remaining foundation-building liquid," Zhan Wuque said.

"Yes," Lu Qiaoer whispered, and took another big mouthful of foundation-building liquid.

Zhan Wuque was prepared for this time, and his ten fingers bounced and landed everywhere in Lu Qiaoer's body. As soon as the foundation-building liquid was inlet, it was broken up.

Lu Qiaoer suddenly stiffened her whole body, and she felt a numb feeling coming from all over her body. A layer of pink gradually appeared on her jade muscles. She was anxious and shy in her heart, her beautiful eyes were closed tightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

In this way, after another incense stick, two bottles of foundation-building liquid were gradually refined by Lu Qiaoer.

At this moment, a strong aura that was far superior to the previous one burst out from her. Even with Zhan Wuque's strength, he felt a hint of oppression!
Chapter completed!