The Role of the Monster

"Ka-boom Ka-cha ~"

    The sound of bone friction came from Jiang Ping An's body.

    In the pool, Jiang Ping An's body is moving strangely, as if there is a worm floating in his body.

    The body released more than normal temperature, the water rising fog.

    'Drink!

    Jiang Ping An jumped out of the water, raised his fist and hit the tree on the bank.

    He heard a thud and the trunk of the tree burst.

    Looking at the debris flying in front of Jiang Ping 'an, a touch of astonishment appeared on his still immature face.

    In just one day, he actually learned the first layer of "Blood Qi Mojin"!

    Although he ate three blood Qi Dan, it had an increasing effect on spiritual practice.

    But it's too soon, isn't it?

    Is Mojin the Blood Trick easy to learn?

    No, according to his scouting in the city, only one soldier out of five hundred can master the first level of The Blood Trick.

    If The Blood Trick was easy to learn, there wouldn't be so few squadron leaders in the army.

    But if it's not easy to learn, how did you master it in one day?

    Does it have anything to do with being a monk?

    Or was it that he was a genius in physical practice?

    Jiang Ping An doesn't know what he is. He has no teacher, no friend, no guide, no one to tell him why.

    But Jiang Ping An is very happy.

    Master the "Blood Qi Mojin" the first layer, which means that now do not need to use reiki, also can fight with the ordinary squadron leader.

    He did not forget the terrifying force of the man who had broken his muscles with a knife outside the Eagle Sighting Mountains.

    Jiang Ping An touched his head, feeling that the breakthrough had made him taller and his slender body felt fleshly.

    "If my father and mother see how tall I am now, they must be very happy."

    At this thought, Jiang Ping An's smile suddenly disappeared and he clenched his fist.

    He slowly exhaled, "Not strong enough, not enough for revenge."

    The soldiers would never let him go, and he would never let the soldiers who had forced his parents to death.

    "Gurgling ~"

    A hungry voice came from my stomach.

    I had eaten just now, and now I was hungry again.

    It is said that people who practice martial arts can eat a lot. It should be because the martial arts increase their blood energy through food.

    Jiang Pingan went to the horse meat which was being charred, pulled off a piece of meat, and began to eat.

    The stars filled the sky, the sky was blue, and the young man sat alone in front of the fire in the middle of the forest, accompanied by only the swaying shadow.

    "Swish!"

    A black cheetah suddenly emerges from the darkness and bites Jiang Ping An on the neck.

    Jiang Ping An was ready for it. He raised the knife next to him and cut at the black leopard.

    "Ding Dang ~"

    The blade collided with the cheetah's claws, making the sound of steel colliding.

    The cheetah quickly fell to the ground, pushed off with his legs, and continued to bite Jiang Ping An's neck at a very fast speed.

    Jiang Ping An was shocked to see that the cheetah's claws could stop his knife!

    He was a monk with three tiers of qi training!

    Is this a monster?

    My father had said before that in addition to some ordinary beasts on the mountain, there were also some particularly powerful monsters.

    These monsters were wiser than the ordinary beasts, and their strength and speed were far superior to those of other beasts.

    If this cheetah had bitten them, it would have been over!

    Jiang Ping An did not dare to be careless. He quickly stood up and blew away, wielding his knife at the same time.

    Magic knife!!

    The body of the blade appears to be broken, and it slashes away at the black cheetah.

    Although not fully learned the first layer of magic knife, but for this wisdom, but not much wisdom of the demon beast, it is still enough to use.

    Sure enough, the cheetah lifted its claws to block the residual shadow of the magic knife, and did not block the real blade.

    "Poof ~"

    The blade slits heavily into the cheetah's thigh.

    With all his strength, he didn't cut the leg off!

    "Roar ~"

    A painful roar comes from the cheetah's mouth.

    Falling to the ground, it dared not attack again and turned to run away.

    How could Jiang Ping 'an give the other party a chance.

    Reiki and blood gas injected into his arm at the same time, and he threw the knife over with all his strength.

    The long knife whistles through the void, piercing the black cheetah's belly.

    Jiang Ping An jumped at the leopard and, using the method his father had taught him, mounted on the leopard's back and strangled its neck with his arms.

    The cheetah struggled violently, with blood flowing, about half a cup of tea, the cheetah did not move.

    "Whoosh ~"

    Jiang Ping An long spit a turbid breath.

    "It seems that the Yingtan Mountains are not so safe as imagined, and we must beware of demons and beasts."

    "I don't know what this monster smells like."

    Jiang Pingan dragged the carcass of the cheetah, sat next to the fire, and began to clean up the carcass.

    He had only eaten ordinary beasts, not these stronger monsters.

    In the busy process, Jiang Pingan injected Reiki into his ears and kept an eye on the movement around him so as not to have any demon beasts attack him again.

    Several hours later, he tasted his first bite of meat.

    At that moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

    The meat had the chewy texture of a childhood beef jerky, and the saliva secreted involuntarily.

    You swallow it, sending a little heat from your stomach through your body.

    It's kind of like taking blood Qi Dan!

    No, it's not like, it's blood gas!

    Jiang Ping An is happy.

    Before also thought about whether to separate a few days, with the treasure pot copy blood Qi Dan, in order to practice "Blood Qi Mojin".

    The discovery made him give up on the idea.

    The beast had blood in its body!

    It's not a lot of blood in one mouthful, but it's not enough to keep this cheetah big.

    This cheetah's legs are comparable to a blood gas Dan!

    After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Ping 'an put the remaining cheetah meat on the wood to smoke and roast, and he returned to the stone seam to practice the breathing and breathing method.

    Fortunately, he did not need to sleep after learning the breathing and spitting method, otherwise he could not sleep in the wild.

    In the following days, Jiang Pingan practiced the breathing and vomiting Method at night, ate meat and exercised during the day, and practiced the Blood Qi Mojin.

    In order to train Magic Knife and to get the meat of demons and beasts, he often went out and about.

    He did not have to go looking for the beast himself, the beast would smell it and come running.

    Fortunately, these monsters were not too strong, and the black cheetah he met that day was quite powerful.

    With these monsters, the practice speed of body cultivation is not slow.

    "Please, leave us alone, please leave us alone