On the Importance of Chinese Characters

The strong and powerful fist was raised high, and the muscles on the forearm were clattering, as if they had explosive power.

There was a person lying on the ground, his face was covered with blood, his right hand was twisted against the physiological characteristics of the human body, his face was sideways, he was almost out of breath after being beaten, his strong desire to survive made him squeeze the meridian with all his strength, and condensed the source force to protect the Vital parts of the body.

But what makes people desperate is that the source force shield, which had allowed him to escape countless times of death, could not resist the opponent's punch at all, and soon shattered like broken porcelain.

But in the face of the fist that was swung down again, She Jiu, who was afraid of death, had to continue to defend with all his strength, but was smashed again.

Resisting again and again was in vain again and again, this kind of fear that being a little bit close to death, no matter how much you resist, would be powerless made She Jiu feel hopeless, She Jiu reluctantly turned his head, he wanted to beg for mercy.

However, when his eyes came into contact with the other person, She Jiu's whole body froze with the beast's blood-red eyeballs, and the overwhelming murderous aura made him feel as if all the blood vessels in his body were frozen with fear.

At this moment, She Jiu really smelled the breath of death, this ferocious man like a beast, he wants to let himself die in infinite fear and torture!

I don't want to die... I don't want to die!I will not die! ! !

The fist with strong source power rapidly magnified in She Jiu's horrified eyes. He stared unwillingly and screamed hoarsely in his heart. The shadow of death shrouded his head, as if the god of death had come...

A white and slender hand enlarged in She Jiu's sight, holding the fist that was swung down.

"Qi Ling!" Zhuang Yunzhou reached out and grabbed Fang Qiling's fists, completely ignoring the blood on those fists.

Dong Zilai looked at the scene in front of him almost in shock. Although he didn't know what happened to the other party, it was obvious that Fang Qiling was very dangerous now.

His expression was cold, without a trace of humanity, and his whole body was filled with fierceness. The source force all over his body was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye, showing an ominous red color, and it seemed to be flying wildly around him with teeth and claws, forcing everyone to get close no.

From the other party's blood-red eyes, Dong Zilai could hardly see any spirit of being a spirit race. Some of them were all cruel and ferocious of beasts, and the killing intent in them was not as strong as that of a spirit race.

Those eyes made it clear that this person had lost his mind at this moment.

However, under such circumstances, Zhuang Yunzhou dared to approach the other party so much that Dong Zilai almost thought that he would see the scene of the same family fighting each other in the next second.

But to everyone's surprise, the moment Zhuang Yunzhou grabbed the opponent's fist, the fist that was about to kill stopped unexpectedly.Dong Zilai noticed that even Fang Qiling seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Fang Qiling tilted his head and looked at the person who dared to block him——

kill him!tear him apart!The killing intent that keeps expanding in the chest is clamoring, tearing and screaming...

Fang Qiling stared at the opponent's face with his blood-red eyes.At this time, his arm was still in the air, his fist was being held by the opponent, he wanted to kill, but his body was still unable to move...

He blinked, as if the vitreous body of a beast was somewhat confused, and sporadic thoughts flashed through his mind that was confused by the blood mist of the vast sea——

Beautiful, mine, can't hurt...

"Qi Ling, Qi Ling, Qi Ling..." Sensing the other party's hesitation, Zhuang Yunzhou was shocked, held his hand tightly, looked at him without blinking, and called his name softly , Trying to wake up the opponent's mind.

And under these calls, the killing intent in the pagoda that made the hairs stand on end gradually diminished, and Fang Qiling's aura of claws and claws became docile just a little bit.

—like a manic pet being soothed.

The blood red gradually faded from his eyes, and the look of the intelligent race slowly appeared.Fang Qiling blinked, and finally broke free from the influence of the vast sea of ​​blood mist.

After shaking Zhuang Yunzhou with his backhand, Fang Qiling finally said, "I'm fine."

Zhuang Yunzhou heaved a sigh of relief, he rubbed the center of his brows, all the muscles in his body were tense just now because of the worry all over his body, now he has relaxed, he is really a little tired.

"Great," he said.

Fang Qiling's heart warmed up, and he looked at him apologetically: "Sorry, I made you worry."

Zhuang Yunzhou shook his head: "Stop killing any more."

Fang Qiling didn't say yes or no, because he knew that if this happened again next time, he still couldn't help it.

Zhuang Yunzhou is his Nilin.

But Zhuang Yunzhou didn't like to hear these words, so he could only change the subject: "This person... Yunzhou, what are you going to do with it?"

She Jiu was spread out on the ground. His narrow escape made his brain go blank. He hadn't changed his strength so far. The bones in his whole body were broken so many times, and the pain from the broken internal organs made him dazed. At that time, the strong desire to survive still made him struggle and hoarsely said: "Don't kill me, you can't kill me!"

Fang Qiling lowered his head, tried his best to suppress the murderous aura in his heart, and looked down at him: "Give me a reason not to kill you!"

"Kill me, and the supply of supplies in four days will be one less! Think about it, if you stay with me for a few more days, you can get a little more supplies. And... I have food and source crystals, and I will give you all, as long as Let me live a few more days." She Jiu racked his brains to think of words, and smiled nervously and fawningly at Zhuang Yunzhou, as humble as a stray dog ​​begging for food.

Fang Qiling was unmoved, but the old man on the ninth floor was a little moved.

She Jiu touched on the crucial point in the distribution of materials.

The Xuanhei Pagoda is a place that eats people.

It has survived since the time of Peng Guishi, and 4000 years have passed.Intentionally or unintentionally, voluntarily or passively, there are countless rubbing masters and origin masters who entered this place, but looking at the list now, as far as this group of newcomers come, the number is only 410, that is to say, the rubbing masters who entered the tower There are only 410 five divisions left, and even including those who have the subordinate stone tablets, there are only more than 100 Tianling tribes left in the entire Xuanhei Pagoda.

More than 100 is just a drop in the bucket of the number of Spirit Race people who entered the Xuanhei Pagoda——

Those people are all dead.

The survival resources in the Xuanhei Pagoda will never be enough, and the only way to survive is to fight for survival. This is how most of the people in it died.The rest still have no hope of ever going out, and those who don't want to be like captive pets commit suicide.

The higher the tower layer, the better the survival materials, such as things, water sources, clothing, source crystals, wound medicines, genius treasures, and even inheritance jade slips... This is why no one has passed the tower for thousands of years, and everyone Still struggling to climb up.

The materials on each floor are always distributed in a certain proportion according to the number of people.After realizing this, there is a default rule in the Xuanhei Pagoda. The middle period between the two delivery of supplies is the free period.

Fighting is okay, but downsizing is not.If there is really a deep hatred, it will be resolved on the day when the supplies are distributed, and on that day, the more people die, the more supplies will be distributed to the remaining people.

Therefore, She Jiu wanted to use this to keep herself alive.After all, there is hope only if he is alive, even if it is only for a few days, maybe the extra few days will allow him to think of a way to survive.

Doesn't Hu Buhu want to go up to the tenth floor?He hides two second-level source materials in his storage bag, Luo Jiaojiao's little boy loves money, and the source crystals are given to him... As long as he unites enough people, he will be able to kill these newbies!

The rookies are so strong, I believe they will not be happy to see another powerful force that distributes supplies.

Just live today!

She Jiu's swollen eyelids covered his cold vision and full of calculations. He was sure that the other party would let him go. After all, he just wanted to live for four more days. This is a very good deal.

however……

The sharp palm wind landed on his chest, She Jiu was like a broken stick, his back arched fiercely and then fell back to the original place, blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, and his eyes gradually lost their expression.

"Brother Fang!" Zhuang Yunzhou was taken aback before the others said anything. He looked at the other party nervously, for fear of drawing out Hai Han's blood mist again. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party was fine.

He was relieved, but Fang Qiling felt aggrieved, and muttered in a low voice: "Just now you called Qiling, now you're 'Brother Fang' again?"

Zhuang Yunzhou sighed helplessly in his heart. At this time, he couldn't make sense of the chaotic thoughts in his heart, so he had to pretend that he didn't hear it.

Fang Qiling's subordinates did not count down so neatly that many people expected. Hu Bunan frowned without leaving any traces, and stood up and said, "This fellow cultivator, She Jiu is indeed worthy of death...but there are also truths in what he said. Reasonable, but keep him for four more days."

"Everyone will live on the ninth floor in the future, so fellow cultivators please restrain yourself. If you encounter any disputes, resolve them on the day the supplies are delivered. In this way, fellow cultivators can also benefit from an extra supply."

As soon as this remark came out, many people on the ninth floor agreed. Although the words were very euphemistic and respectful, the meaning in those words was as if Fang Qiling had done something very wrong just now.

Zhuang Yunzhou frowned, and politely said to Hu Bunan: "Don't bother this fellow cultivator. After all, we won't stay on the ninth floor for long, four days..." He shook his head, "No need."

As soon as these words came out, the ninth floor was quiet.

Hu Bunan was taken aback for a moment, then sneered in his heart, "Arrogance! ’, but still maintained a friendly look on his face, and said sarcastically: "If so, then I am really meddling in my own business. This fellow cultivator has such confidence, so Bu Nan is here to wish you a speedy promotion."

"Thank you." Zhuang Yunzhou nodded politely as if he didn't understand her sarcasm, hurting Hu Bunan internally.

Although Fang Qiling was thought to be the one who was taught to be a man, he didn't mean to be angry at all.

And Dong Zilai, who was standing aside, restrained the source material that no one dared to touch. Seeing this person defending each other, he suddenly felt that he was sandwiched between the two, which seemed a bit redundant.

These two people are a couple, it should be right.

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Dong Shaozhu: Today my name is Dong Yuyu.