Fantasy: Ten Thousand Times Stronger, I Have Thousands Of Magic Skills

Feng Bao was so scared that he almost collapsed to the ground. He said hurriedly: "If Eunuch Liu Jin hadn't lost a piece of his body, he would have become Red Dust Immortal. He beat me like a game. You really screwed me over." Qin Yu pushed Feng Bao's hand away. He patted his big belly and pulled a cucumber from a small vendor's stall. After taking a bite, Qin Yu walked forward with the big cucumber. As he walked, he hummed: "I will beat you with a steel whip! Beat you to death!" Feng Bao was so scared that his soul flew away. "This little ancestor is dead." Liu Jin, an old eunuch of the previous dynasty, put his hands in his sleeves and said lightly: "Tenth Prince, I am here to see you off." Qin Yu laughed: "You are just an old Nascent Soul, are you so confident?" The follower beside him was immediately unhappy. "Stupid old tenth prince, do you know how to speak? What does old Nascent Soul mean? Our chief steward is half a step into Red Dust Immortal! One finger can crush you to death." Qin Yu waved his hand, signaling them to shut up quickly. "How can there be such a realm as half a step? It's just that he has been stuck in Nascent Soul for too long, neither up nor down, and he is trying to flatter himself. In the end, he is just an old Nascent Soul." Liu Jin narrowed his eyes. This tenth prince was really a noisy idiot who dared to squeeze him with words. "It seems that your highness is unwilling to be decent, so this old slave has to help your highness be decent." Qin Yu shook the cucumber in his hand and walked towards the old eunuch. A group of killers laughed wildly when they saw this scene. "What a fool. Look at the way he holds the cucumber. He's so arrogant."

"Don't tell me. I've never seen him so arrogant. He doesn't even take a great master like Liu Jin seriously."

"What's the point of being arrogant? Liu Jin was the chief eunuch of the East Factory in two dynasties. More Nascent Souls died in his hands than you have ever seen."

"Alas, why does the Tenth Prince have to do this? Isn't it better to surrender? After seeing our lord being killed, we all surrendered. Aren't we living well now?"

"He is different. He is a prince. You can continue to be officials if you surrender, but he will die whether he surrenders or not."

"Alas, the ending is set. Liu Jin's famous skill, the Great Silk-pulling Hand, is specifically used to kill Nascent Souls. What's more, the fool Old Ten is just a Qi Refining Stage."

"Enjoy the scene that follows. You will remember it for the rest of your life."

Qin Yu had already walked up to Liu Jin, and everyone held their breath instantly.

Liu Jin's eyes turned cold, and he pulled his hands out of his sleeves.

Instantly, all the silk threads gushed out from his fingertips.

"Here it comes, the great hand of pulling silk from the air, pulling out tendons and peeling skin, knocking bones and sucking marrow!"

"Back then, the King of Zhenbei was killed by this move, and the throne changed hands."

"Today, it was used on a Qi Refining Stage, which is also his good fortune."

"The tenth prince must be scared silly, look at him, still shaking the cucumber in his hand."

Feng Bao sighed and closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch.

The eyes of the eunuch Liu Jin were full of teasing.

"Your Highness is the master, I am the servant, in order to repay the emperor's grace, I will let Your Highness three moves, please."

"Don't regret it."

Qin Yu took a bite of the cucumber and smashed it on Liu Jin's head.

With a bang, Liu Jin's head shattered, shook twice, and fell to the ground.

Qin Yu shook his head, stupid thing, my Qilin arm is playing tricks on you.

The crowd watching was silent.

Feng Bao trembled as he probed Liu Jin's body.

"Dead, really dead! Liu Jin is dead! Tenth Prince, we don't have to die, hahahaha, we are out of despair."

Some new forces recruited by the Third Prince began to secretly communicate.

"Hey, this Tenth Prince is powerful. If they fight again, we will retreat and not help either side."

"Yes, whoever wins in the end, we will join. Anyway, it doesn't matter who we follow."

"Understood, the princes we supported before are all dead. We can't make any mistakes this time. Be smart."

The Third Prince's confidants were panicked at this moment.

"What happened? Chief Steward Liu was hit to death by a cucumber?"

"Impossible, it must be an illusion!"

"Who said that Chief Steward Liu killed Nascent Soul like a piece of cake, you are kidding me."

"It was Chief Steward Liu who wanted to let him take three moves, and then he was hit on the head by a cucumber, damn, I must be dreaming."

Qin Yu looked at the bloody cucumber with a look of disgust.

"Feng Bao, give me another one!" Feng Bao ran forward excitedly, took one from the stall, and held it to Qin Yu with both hands. Qin Yu took a bite, swung the big cucumber, and sang again as he walked. "I will beat you with a steel whip, and beat you to death!" The monks across the street retreated one after another. Until there was no more room to retreat, because the incense temple was behind. The third prince got the news, walked to the door, and looked at everything outside the door coldly. "A bunch of good-for-nothings!" "You were scared like this by a straw bag holding a cucumber." Qin Yu pointed at the third prince and said, "Don't just scold others, come and try if you think you can do it." The third prince thought of Qin Yu's hand strength during the morning court, hesitated again and again, and his old face turned red, but he didn't dare to fight after all. "I can't be provoked in a game that I will win." Qin Yu laughed and stepped into the incense temple of the Martial Emperor. A breath of time came to his face. "Wow, this place where incense is gathered has been around for at least tens of millions of years. There was no Martial Emperor at that time, right?"

The Third Prince snorted coldly, and went straight to the main hall without answering Qin Yu's words.

Qin Yu turned around and said to Feng Bao: "Come on, I'll take you to see the gods."

Feng Bao shook his head like a rattle.

"Don't cheat me, Tenth Prince, I can't enter that place, please treat me like a fart and let me go."

Qin Yu smiled and held Feng Bao's hand: "If the one inside is too powerful, I still need you, an old Nascent Soul, to protect me."

"I protect you? You can beat me with a cucumber, go and play by yourself."

Qin Yu didn't care, and directly pulled Feng Bao into the temple.

Feng Bao shouted "Fuck", and struggled to hold the threshold.

With a click, the threshold broke into two pieces, and Feng Bao was dragged into the main hall by Qin Yu.

The door of the main hall closed with a bang.

The hall was instantly plunged into darkness.

It was impossible to tell east, west, south, and north.

Feng Bao took a few steps back and found that the door had disappeared.

He was so upset that he could not cry: "I have seen people cheating, but I have never seen such a cheating."

After searching for a while without any results, Feng Bao activated his Nascent Soul cultivation and explored the surroundings.

It was quiet all around, and there was nothing.

He flew to the left for a while, and then to the right for a while.

He did not touch the wall.

"This temple is actually a Grotto-Heaven."

Just as Feng Bao could not find the way left or right.

A huge shadow had appeared behind him.

Feng Bao was counting his position with his fingers.

Suddenly he felt a drop of liquid dripping on his neck.

Feng Bao looked up.

It was pitch black, and there was nothing.

"Tenth Prince, is that you? Don't scare me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cool breeze blew on Feng Bao's neck.

Feng Bao was shocked and activated Divine Ability, using the eight-step Chasing Cicadas and Looking at the Moon Style.

He was like a stream of light, and one step was a hundred feet!

The second step was about to be taken.

Suddenly, his neck felt tight, and a big hand grabbed him.

A beam of light lit up behind him, and Feng Bao could see clearly that what was waiting in front of him was a huge mouth full of fangs.

If he took another step forward, he would be swallowed whole.

Feng Bao turned around and saw that it was Qin Yu who was holding him.

"Thank you, the Tenth Prince, for saving my life!"

"No, I wouldn't have come in if he hadn't tricked me."