Now there is a blood-red cloud in Rong Que's body. This is the unique power of blood of the physical trainer. With Rong Que's continuous efforts, this power of blood is continuously compressed, although the speed is very slow.
, but the power of this piece of blood is not majestic, so it has slowly begun to be squeezed smaller and smaller, but the blood-red color is getting darker and darker, gradually approaching black-red.
Finally, after Rong Que worked hard to compress it for almost a quarter of an hour, the power of blood was only a small piece the size of a palm. Huo Lao nodded and said: "Master is not very familiar with this power now. It can be compressed into
This size is already very good, now you can try to pour this power into the knife in your hand."
Following Huo Lao's instructions, Rong Que carefully controlled the power of blood in his body to move towards his hands, and slowly, bit by bit, poured it into the fruit knife in his hand. The speed was extremely slow. If he was fighting,
By that time, his life had long been taken away by others.
After a cup of tea, Rong Que finally finished it, but that's not all. Although the power of blood has been infused into the knife, it has an inseparable connection with Rong Que. Therefore, as long as Rong Que can't control anything,
Be careful, otherwise the power of blood in the knife will disappear with the wind in an instant.
"Master, try waving it and see if you can convert this power into sword energy." Huo Lao pointed calmly, and then told Rong Que some of the details he knew.
After hearing some details from Mr. Huo, Rong Que nodded solemnly, opened his eyes slowly, looked at the fruit knife in his hand, and said to Wang Er who was hiding behind the boulder: "Stay away! Stay as far away as possible.
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"Oh! I'm leaving, be careful!" Wang Er responded and ran further away, looking back at Rong Que's direction from time to time.
Feeling the terrifying power in the knife, Rong Que was a little frightened. He did not expect that such power would exist in his body. It was simply unbelievable. After listening to the details that Mr. Huo just said, Rong Que knew that this
The power of one knife would far exceed all his attack methods. He even felt that this knife could threaten the strong men who had just broken through to the spiritual master realm.
"drink!"
After a low roar, Rong Que swung the fruit knife in his hand towards the open space in front of him. The moment he swung it out, Rong Que suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his body, as if all his strength had been sucked in.
It burst out from the fruit knife.
However, after the sword was swung, there was no huge sword energy, not even a breeze. Everything was still the same as before, without any major changes.
"What's going on!" Rong Que frowned. He couldn't believe that nothing happened with such a terrifying sword, and the power in his body was drained. Could it be that this sword has no use, or
It's because I haven't mastered something well, so it's ineffective.
Huo Lao frowned in Rong Que's mind, stroked his white beard and said slowly: "Actually, master, your sword is not without effect. Just now, at the moment you swung the sword, old slave
I vaguely saw an illusory light flashing past, roaring towards the mountain peak in the distance ahead. However, the light was really weak. I wonder if the old slave saw it wrong, or maybe the master's current body is too low.
, unable to unleash the true power of blood energy.”
"Forget it, let's study the power of blood after the qualifying match. If it's really useless, then don't bother with it in the future." With that said, Rong Que put the intact fruit knife into the storage ring.
, turned around and walked towards his room with some difficulty. In his opinion, Huo Lao's words were obviously comforting him.
Wang Er in the distance saw Rong Que finally coming back, and immediately stepped forward to support him. He asked with some worry: "Brother Rong Que, what happened to you just now? Did my knife hurt you? Where did it hurt? I
Take a look!" He said, looking at Rong Que's whole body with some worry.
"It's okay, your knife didn't hurt me. This is something I just realized, but it didn't have any results, so I'm just a little decadent." Rong Que said slowly, putting his arm on Wang Er's shoulder.
The two of them just walked towards their residence, but they walked too fast and did not see the next scene.
Soon after Rong Que and the two entered the room, the trees on the mountain peak opposite the open space, which was where Mr. Huo had just pointed, began to fall one by one, most of them on the side facing the construction site.
Cut off at the waist, the incision was as smooth as a mirror, and the growth rings of many years were printed. There were still a few that were not cut off, but the end was even more miserable. They were cut into countless pieces of firewood and rolled down the mountain.
Not only that, even the not-so-big mountain peak began to collapse, as if a tree had been struck by an axe. Although it was not cut off, part of the rocky land on the mountainside had begun to collapse.
Sliding down towards the foot of the mountain, due to the short distance between us, we did not disturb the disciples who were resting in the workplace.
As the night slowly grew longer, Rong Que had no intention of sleeping, and kept looking at the small fruit knife in his hand. This was not because of the fruit knife itself, but because of the strange power of blood.
"It doesn't make sense. How could such a terrifying aura be ineffective? Could it be that the power of blood is not compressed pure enough, causing it to dissipate as soon as it comes into contact with the outside world?" Rong Que scratched his head and whispered to himself.
The words arrived.
This is when Wang Er, who was lying on the bed not far away, turned over, faced Rong Que, and said sleepily: "Brother Rong Que, you're not sleeping yet. What time is it? There's a qualifying match tomorrow.
Go to sleep." He said, pulling the quilt up to cover his head, and a slight cry came out after a moment.
Rong Que smiled, shook his head, then put away the fruit knife in his hand, covered himself with a quilt, and gradually fell asleep.
The next day, Rong Que and Wang Er were woken up early in the morning. They rubbed their hazy eyes and walked out of the room. Wang Er randomly pulled over a disciple and asked, "What's going on? It's not dawn yet."
It’s so noisy.”
"It's Second Brother Wang. It's like this. Someone discovered early this morning that a lot of trees on the hill opposite the construction site were suddenly cut down overnight, and part of the hill also collapsed. Now the weasel is gathering people.
We're going to get firewood from that mountain." The disciple who was held by Wang Er bowed to Wang Er before answering respectfully.
After the martial arts competition, all the North Sect disciples knew that Wang Er and Rong Que had a high chance of entering the Inner Sect, so no one felt offended by them.
"The mountain collapsed and the trees were cut down? What's going on? Brother Rong Que, let's go and have a look." Wang Er said to himself in confusion, and then said to Rong Que.
Rubbing his eyes, Rong Que took a deep breath and said casually: "Okay, let's go take a look. I couldn't sleep well because of this."
Then the two of them walked in the direction pointed by the disciple. The further they walked, the more Rong Que felt something was wrong. He turned to Wang Er and said, "Isn't this the place where we practiced last night?"
"Yeah, it couldn't be my flying knife. It's impossible. I can't be that capable. Let's leave quickly." Wang Er frowned, and then he and Rong Que sped up.
pace.
Finally, not long after, the two arrived at the place where they practiced yesterday. Looking at the tragic scene on the mountain opposite, Wang Er was shocked: "This! Who did this? How much ability does it take to destroy a mountain!"
Looking at the mountain in the distance, Rong Que was stunned on the spot. Since he was a physical trainer himself, he was extremely sensitive to the power of blood. In his induction, the mountain opposite had changed beyond recognition even though he had passed through it all night.
The mountain breeze blew away, but there was still a faint blood energy floating around, and the unnoticeable sword energy.
"Blood energy! Sword energy! Could it be that this was what was caused by yesterday's knife attack?" Rong Que looked a little shocked in his heart, and then immediately shook his head.
At this time, in Rong Que's mind, Old Huo's voice came out, saying: "Master, you guessed it right, this is the power of your sword. In ancient times, physical trainers were also one of the rulers of the continent.
, Even now, the old slave dares to conclude that there are still physical trainers at the top of the food chain in this continent."
"So this is how the power of blood is used." Rong Que looked at his hands and showed a surprised smile.
"Brother Rong Que, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem so well behaved? Are you tired from the martial arts competition yesterday?" Wang Er asked with concern when he saw that Rong Que seemed a little weird.
Rong Que grabbed Wang Er's shoulders and said excitedly: "Little Wang Er, thank you so much. If it weren't for your flying knife, I wouldn't have had such a big breakthrough. Thank you!"
Wang Er was stunned for a moment by what Rong Que said. Then he frowned and thought for a moment. Suddenly he seemed to understand something. He immediately turned around and glanced at the almost destroyed mountain peak. He asked Rong Que softly in surprise: "Rong Que."
Brother Que, this! This couldn’t have been done by you, right?"
"I think so. This is what I told you and what I realized at that time." Rong Que grinned and patted Wang Er on the shoulder.
"It's true!" Wang Er shouted out in surprise, and everyone around them immediately looked over. When they discovered that it was Wang Er and Rong Que, they smiled kindly and looked away.
Rong Que nodded helplessly and pulled Wang Er towards his residence. He didn't want his trump card to be known to everyone.
When he arrived at his residence, Rong Que immediately closed the door, then jumped up excitedly, took out the small fruit knife from the storage ring, and said, "I want to try again, Wang Er, please accompany me."
"Brother Rong Que, your brain is burned out, there is a qualifying match today." Wang Er looked at Rong Que strangely and reminded.
After Wang Er said this, Rong Que remembered that there was such a thing as qualifying, and then sighed and said: "Forget it, let's study it after we enter the inner gate. What time is it now? We should