The voice of this person does not contain any emotion, just like the machine pronunciation of artificial intelligence.
"No. 6? Is that his name?"
Mo Wuxie looked at No. 6 seriously. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. A word came to his mind unconsciously: Zombie!
"My dear, is this really a zombie? Judging from his appearance, it probably is!"
His heart was agitated. Zombies were only supernatural events that appeared in legends, but this time he really encountered them.
His mind was working rapidly again, and the legendary methods of dealing with zombies appeared one by one.
Glutinous rice? Garlic? Dog blood? Something like that.
But at this time he had doubts, these things should be of no use to such a guy!
No. 6 stood there without moving, with a red light in his eyes, and said: "You have half a moment to prepare. If you defeat me, you can become my master!"
"Defeat you? I'm not a Taoist priest, and I don't know Taoism. How can I defeat you?" He looked at the sword in his hand, then at No. 6, his Adam's apple rumbled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"No matter what, let's fight first. If you can't beat me, I'll be fine if I run back to the first stone room."
He gripped the sword tightly, suppressing his nervousness and excitement.
"time up!"
No. 6 took one step forward, raised his body, straightened his right foot, formed an arch with his left leg, and stepped towards Mo Wuxie.
"Nima, why are their actions different from those of the legendary zombies! Zombies know martial arts, my God..."
The sole of the foot was getting bigger and bigger. Mo Wuxie quickly stopped making random guesses and stabbed the sword diagonally upwards. Ripples of air suddenly appeared in front of the sword tip.
This move, if used by ordinary people, would definitely change the strategy to resolve his sword, because this is a strategy that must be saved when attacking the enemy. No matter how strong the foot is, it cannot be as strong as the sharp weapon.
Unexpectedly, No. 6's feet did not retract, and he stepped down without any further trouble!
Mo Wuxie showed an expression of hope for victory. According to his idea, as long as he pierced No. 6's foot with a sword, and then turned his wrist and shook out a piece of sword flower, he could completely smash No. 6's foot. Victory would naturally be there.
In front of you!
Although the idea was good, his expression changed drastically the next moment.
The sole of No. 6's foot stepped on the tip of the sword. Instead of a sword piercing the sole of his foot as Mo Wuxie imagined, the tip of the sword paused and then bent inward.
Ding--
The long sword was broken into several pieces. A huge force came, and Mo Wuxie suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, and was put on the chest with the soles of his feet. His whole body immediately flew up and hit the stone wall.
Wow!
He spit out a mouthful of blood and felt that his limbs almost fell apart.
Looking at No. 6, he finally felt relieved.
No. 6 did not continue to pursue and kill Mo Wuxie. Instead, he repeled Mo Wuxie with one move and returned to the place where he had just appeared. The red light in his eyes was just staring at Mo Wuxie.
"Nah, it hurts so much. I know this, young master. This guy won't kill me. He should be a sparring type, right?"
I don’t know if his idea is correct or not, but if we fight again, suffering will definitely be inevitable!
He rested cross-legged, and after using his Hunyuan Gong with all his strength, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, finally soothing the shock brought to him by No. 6.
"Come again!"
Mo Wuxie held the broken sword in his hand, and the first stage of the Zangyue Sword Technique was released perfectly. He arrived in front of No. 6 like lightning, and saw a phantom and sword light spinning around No. 6.
It seems that No. 6 is not afraid of sword energy at all, because his body may be stronger than the sword and sword energy.
The palms of No. 6 flew like clouds, and the sound of ping-pong echoed continuously in the stone room...
Xiaoyue!
Mo Wuxie suddenly retreated three meters away, and Xiaoyue used his ultimate move.
boom!
The moon-shaped sword energy move outlined by Xiao Yue bombarded No. 6's chest. However, it only made No. 6 retreat a few meters.
"No way, so many sword energy tears didn't even shatter his clothes. How can we fight him? You can't bully someone like that, right?"
Mo Wuxie felt powerless for the first time!
Suddenly, there was a little excitement in his eyes. Because he saw a shallow crack in No. 6's animal skin clothes. Through the crack, he could see a subtle sword wound on the chest, and a green liquid flowed out of it.
liquid.
Before he could express his excitement perfectly, he was dumbfounded again.
The tiny crack healed slowly, as if nothing had happened!
"Holy crap, is this the legendary powerful self-healing ability? A guy who can't be killed? An immortal body?"
He fell to the ground, very weak.
No. 6 returned to the place where he appeared and stared at Mo Wuxie.
"I'll try again!"
He jumped up, pointed the dagger in his hand forward, lunged forward, and was already in front of No. 6.
The second stage of the Zangyue Sword Technique was used with all its strength again. Although it had just been practiced recently and I was not yet proficient, I couldn't care less at this time!
His body flew into the air like a dragon, a tornado hung up, and all his sword moves came out!
In the end, he even used Zan Yue's special moves!
The crescent-shaped waning moon bombarded No. 6, and No. 6 actually fell back more than ten meters this time.
"Hahahaha, I'm just saying, there's nothing in this world that I can't break, so I'm going to lose the prize now!"
Mo Wuxie was really excited this time.
Because the animal skin on No. 6's body was full of cracks, the pale flesh inside rolled outwards, and a little green liquid came out from time to time.
Under his gaze, the expected scene appeared again, No. 6's body and clothes were healing.
"You still won't admit defeat?" Mo Wuxie stared at No. 6 and smiled with interest.
No. 6's emotionless voice came out again: "You must defeat me to gain my approval!"
Mo Wuxie frowned. What No. 6 said clearly meant that that little attack couldn't cause real damage to him.
But now that he has used all his best moves, how can he still fight?
"How badly did he beat him before he admitted that he was defeated by me?"
He was thinking about this problem rapidly in his mind.
Suddenly, he had an idea. It seemed that this guy's intelligence was not very high, and his ability to respond was just an instinct. In this case, if he tied this guy up and then stabbed him with a sword until he was pierced, he would not be believed.
Don't admit failure!
Anyway, this guy can’t be stabbed to death, so let’s just do it!
"Haha, I will fight another day. Just wait!"
After saying that, he stepped onto the eight-array diagram that was transmitted in. With the white light flashing, he returned to the first stone room again!
In the first stone room, the spiritual energy has returned.
He knew that before he knew it, he had spent a whole day with this big guy.
After practicing for three hours, he came to the alchemy room again.
This time, he wanted to refine something, which was a slimming pill. In other words, this time it was specially refined for fat people.
In the corner of the alchemy room, there are not many medicinal materials that were originally like a mountain. Only one-third of the original ones are left. If they are refined a few more times, they may be out of stock.
The recipe for the slimming pill came to mind, so he skillfully opened the furnace to refine the elixir. In less than an hour, a furnace of slimming pills came out, and the number was still thirty.
Only then did he return to the real world.
The first thing he did was call a servant and ask him to invite Young Master Zhuo and Miao Xiong.