Chapter 17: Who gave you the courage to treat me as an idiot?
Chapter 17 Who gave you the courage to treat me as an idiot?
After one day, Jiang Chen had eaten the core of spiritual energy, and there was no increase in energy.
The psionic energy has increased a little, but it is still weak, and it can only be regarded as officially entering the door of psychic cultivation.
In the middle of the night, after changing the core of psionic energy, Jiang Chen did not live in the school and chose to go home.
With the current 【Quickness】, you can get home soon.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Chen was walking alone on a deserted street.
ding dong
The phone rang, and Wang Zhen called.
Jiang Chen answered the phone: "Hello? Is there something?"
"Brother Chen, don't leave the school these two days, they're going to trouble you." Wang Zhen's eager voice came.
"Zhang Yangming? Then let him come." Jiang Chen said lightly, not caring.
He has also reached level 4. Even if he can't beat Zhang Yangming, it should be no problem to retreat.
Wang Zhen said anxiously: "Brother Chen, don't take it lightly, Zhang Yangming is very strong."
Jiang Chen's tone was completely indifferent, and it really worried him.
"How are you now?" Jiang Chen asked with concern, "Did Zhang Yangming trouble you?"
"No, I didn't go home last night and found a place to live outside." Wang Zhendao.
Jiang Chen injured three people yesterday, and Zhang Yangming was also looking for trouble for him. How could he just go home?
Of course, he was looking for a place to hide so that Zhang Yangming could not find it.
Hearing that Wang Zhen was fine, Jiang Chen was relieved: "I will be careful, I will be staying at the school these few days."
"That's good, I'll hang up first." Wang Zhen hung up the phone after hearing what she said.
Jiang Chen continued to go home. As for Zhang Yangming, if he came, he would give it a try.
He is now worrying about how to get the energy. If he dares to come, he will dare to grab it.
Can't grab it and run!
Unfortunately, Zhang Yangming did not let him get his wish.
There was no one to stop him until he got home.
opened the door, Jiang Chen was about to go in, a gloomy aura rushed towards him.
Spirit Race!
Jiang Chen's heart froze, and the word Spirit Race appeared in his mind for the first time.
This breath is as gloomy and cold as the Eldar who entered the simulation level.
Is there an Eldar at home?
He looked at the open door to make sure he was right.
The temperature of the entire room dropped a bit, and the cold breath made his hair stand up.
Qi and blood flow silently in the body, isolating the cold air.
After hesitating, Jiang Chen closed the door and walked in.
He wanted to see what kind of Spiritual Race, so bold, dared to enter the home of a body refiner.
Turn on the lights, go back to the room, start cooking, and everything is business as usual.
He sensed that the source of the cold aura was in his room, and the aura fluctuated, reaching the fourth rank.
Jiang Chen's movements were as usual, and there was nothing to lower his voice.
The Eldar in the room also noticed his return and started to move.
Jiang Chen had just cooked the meal when a figure in red passed through the door and floated out.
His long hair was scattered, covering his face, his red clothes were like blood, and his body was surrounded by black energy.
Jiang Chen: "??"
This... came out directly?
It’s true that I can’t fix it!
Shouldn't you be, hiding in the room, ready to attack?
Between the doubts, a black gas flew out of the red-clothed figure and landed on the psionic light switch.
Snapped
Lights went out.
The figure in red spread his long hair with both hands, revealing a pale face, and looked at Jiang Chen hideously.
"The rich qi and blood are the best supplements!"
The figure in red grinned, the nails on both hands skyrocketed, and the sharp claws pinched at Jiang Chen's neck.
Jiang Chen: "…"
You are so open and arrogant?
Seeing the sharp nails getting closer and closer, and the breath getting colder and colder, Jiang Chen still didn't respond.
The figure in red showed a wild smile, and his hands had already touched Jiang Chen's skin.
Boom
Suddenly, a wave of crimson blood rose into the sky.
Three five-foot-long crimson rods were scorching hot, like lava that burned everything.
zizi
The soaring nails dissipated in an instant, and the three five-foot Qi and blood were trained, like a long spear, strangling away.
Jiang Chen stretched out his palms, the air exploded, and grabbed the figure in red.
"Ugh..."
The shrill scream resounded, the red-robed figure dissipated his hands, and his wrists were charred.
's pale face was full of horror and disbelief: "Can you see me? You are the fourth grade!"
Fourth Stage Body Refinement!
Condensed three qi and blood training!
"Who gave you the courage to treat me as an idiot?"
Jiang Chen snorted coldly, carrying the power of qi and blood, and killed him.
The black qi surged, the red clothes swayed, and the figure in red gathered black qi and protected him in front of him.
Boom
Three qi and blood pieces fell, and the black qi instantly dissipated, like the blazing sun breaking through the dark clouds, piercing the black qi.
The two palms sank into the black qi, and the cold black qi was difficult to cause the slightest impact.
zizi
Both palms fell, black smoke filled the air, the figure in red roared in pain, and quickly floated out of the door.
Jiang Chen stepped out in one step, his figure was like electricity, and the afterimage was heavy, and he instantly caught up with the figure in red.
The right palm carries the Qi and blood pieces to practice, from top to bottom, and snaps it down suddenly.
Boom
The violent power of qi and blood fell on the back of the figure in red, knocking her down from the air.
boom
The figure in red fell to the ground, his body was actually condensed, and he could no longer maintain his spiritual body.
Jiang Chen grabbed the red-clothed figure with long hair, and surrounded the red-clothed figure with three qi and blood.
The terrifying power of qi and blood, the rolling heat wave, made the figure in red stiffen and dared not move.
"Say, who asked you to come?" Jiang Chen said coldly.
The figure in red had an embarrassed expression and said incredulously, "How could you be a fourth-grade body refiner, how could it be possible?"
"You should answer my words!" Jiang Chen lifted her hair and said coldly, "Spiritual Race, how did you enter the city?"
The city is protected by energy shields, and there are guards patrolling. Not surprisingly, aliens cannot enter the city.
Unless... an abandoned place on the outskirts of the city?
Jiang Chen thought of the place Ning Baichuan said, but there is a place where cultivators are tempered, and it is impossible for the Spirit Race to escape.
The figure in red has no fear, and said coldly: "I can't kill you, naturally someone can kill you, next time, they won't miss it!"
"Really?" Jiang Chen looked indifferent: "Then, I will wait for them to come! As for you, I will take you to see my teacher tomorrow."
He couldn't ask, it didn't mean Liu Jun, Ning Baichuan and the others couldn't ask.
"You don't have this chance!" The spirit clan groaned, their vitality cut off.
Jiang Chen was startled: "Suicide?"
"Forget it, ask Teacher Ning when you understand." Jiang Chen sighed and threw the corpse aside.
Without the influence of the power of qi and blood, the red-clothed corpse was illusory again.
Jiang Chen went to his parents' room and was rummaged through, but he still had a cold spirit from the Spirit Race.
"It's for the Martyr's Medal again?" Jiang Chen thought to himself: "Yang Xiaowen, Zhang Yangming, do they have a way to invite the Spirit Race?"
Zhang Yangming's older brother is in the **** team, but the **** team is only responsible for guarding, but has no ability to open the city barrier.
As for Yang Xiaowen, how could an ordinary person who did not open the door of psionic energy come into contact with the fourth-grade spiritual race?
The power of qi and blood swept across, removing the cold air.
added incense, Jiang Chen cooked vegetables, and ate.
dragged the corpse back to the room, sat cross-legged, and began to practice psionic energy.
Although it is slow, but insist on practicing every day, the accumulation will add up.
The next day before dawn, Jiang Chen woke up and brought the corpse to the place of work.
Ning Baichuan had just arrived, and looked at the corpse he was holding in surprise: "Spiritual Race? Where did you come from?"
(end of this chapter)