The Stone Fairy Who Is Not Afraid of Thunder

But at this moment, a trace of uneasiness emerged in his heart.

He immediately looked around and opened his spiritual sense to the maximum.

His spiritual sense scanned a range of about thirty-five feet. This was already very good among the cultivators at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Sure enough, his spiritual sense swept a figure, and it looked like the boy who had just attacked them.

Wang Zishan was shocked.

"How can that person still stay in the poisonous fog?"

At this moment, the boy suddenly raised his head and looked in his direction.

Then, his figure shook, jumped back, and disappeared.

In that situation, it was obvious that someone was using spiritual sense to detect the movement.

But how could that be possible?

Wang Zishan felt a chill in his back.

To be able to detect the other party using spiritual sense, only if you can also open spiritual sense.

And a cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining cannot have spiritual sense.

Only after reaching the middle stage of Qi Refining, spiritual sense will gradually emerge and grow.

Like him, at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he can use his spiritual consciousness beyond thirty-five feet, which is already an extremely rare spiritual consciousness master.

For this reason, he has taken a lot of precious elixirs to nourish spiritual consciousness.

But how could such a young cultivator also have spiritual consciousness?

Could it be that the man is not in the early stage of Qi Refining, but in the middle stage of Qi Refining?

It is unheard of that such a young man has reached the middle stage of Qi Refining!

Moreover, it seems...!

An even more frightening thought suddenly appeared in Wang Zishan's mind.

It seems... that the young man just now did not use the spiritual energy clock.

He just stood in the poisonous fog so casually and naturally.

In other words, that person is not afraid of the poisonous fog at all!

The last thought made Wang Zishan's whole body sweat coldly.

No, things are too weird, and we must leave immediately!

Even if we have to crawl, we must crawl out of the range covered by the poisonous fog.

Just as he was about to take action, he found that it was too late.

An object, with a terrifying sound of breaking wind, hit him from a distance at a high speed.

Hidden weapon, a super large hidden weapon.

Wang Zishan was shocked and angry. He knew that he couldn't avoid it because of his poor body skills. He could only condense a fireball and throw it directly.

Two hits!

A flame rolled up in the sky.

The attacking object quickly lost its kinetic energy under the burning of the fireball, and burned most of it in an instant, leaving only a small part falling on the ground.

Wang Zishan looked at it carefully.

The material looked like it was made of black black iron.

However, the appearance did not look like a hidden weapon, but more like a part of the "black iron blade" specially made by the Wang family this time.

Yes, it was the black iron blade!

Even though most of it was burned, Wang Zishan quickly recognized it.

But before he could figure out what was going on, another object, with a "whoosh" sound of wind, flew over again.

He could feel that the force attached to the object was very amazing. If it hit him, his spiritual energy clock would immediately break, and at the same time, he would probably break a few bones.

"Damn it!"

Wang Zishan's eyes were bloodshot, and he could only grit his teeth and shoot out another fireball.

The hidden weapon was burned again, and the remaining part on the ground showed that it was still a black iron blade.

The wind sounded again, and the hidden weapon came again...

Wang Zishan had already understood that the enemy was using hidden weapons to continuously consume his spiritual energy.

Every time a fireball was condensed, his spiritual energy would be reduced by one point.

But knowing the enemy's trick, he still had no way to crack it.

He had never learned martial arts, and was not good at dodging. Now, his leg was seriously injured, and it was even more impossible to avoid the opponent's "hidden weapon".

If you want to avoid being killed on the spot by the opponent, you can only throw out one fireball after another.

But the opponent's "hidden weapon" was also thrown one after another.

What's more annoying is that it still launched sneak attacks from different directions.

That means that the opponent is circling around him.

Wang Zishan's heart has begun to panic.

Now he only hopes that the opponent's "hidden weapon" can be used up soon.

However, he was soon disappointed.

Not only did the "hidden weapons" not decrease, but they increased.

Sometimes, two were thrown at the same time.

The force was still amazing.

How could the enemy have so many black iron blades? Could it be that he entered the bamboo forest and picked up all the black iron blades of his clansmen?

Wang Zishan had begun to despair in his heart.

If that was the case, he would be dead. He clearly remembered that this time when they entered the secret realm, their Wang family brought a hundred black iron blades.

"That little brother, please stop. I am willing to surrender. As long as you can spare my life, I, Wang Zishan, am willing to be your slave."

"Little brother, I am not only a spiritualist, I can also refine pills. I can refine Qi-gathering pills. As long as you spare me, I can refine a pill for you every day in the future."

"I am telling the truth, and there is no lie. If I can't do it, let my Tao heart be broken and die tragically under the thunder."

Wang Zishan began to beg for mercy while ejecting the fireball.

As soon as he had some free time, he reached into his bosom, took out a Qi-Gathering Pill, and swallowed it.

The Qi-Gathering Pill melted in his mouth and soon produced spiritual energy in his Dantian, but it still took some time to digest in order to fully exert its effect.

But Wang Zishan obviously couldn't care less. The spiritual energy in his dantian was already very little and could be exhausted at any time. He could only swallow the Qi-gathering pills continuously, hoping to hold on for a while longer.

But after he talked for so long, the enemy still had no reaction and continued to throw "hidden weapons" at him.

He had already thrown twenty or thirty black iron blades, and the force had not decreased at all. Every attack was powerful, obviously trying to kill him.

"Asshole! What on earth do you want to do?"

Realizing that something was wrong, Wang Zishan was terrified and began to go a little crazy.

"Stinky boy, I just came here to ask for some money. I don't know you at all. You and I have no grudges in the past or today. Why do you have to kill me!"

"I am willing to surrender, you bastard, why must you not let me go?"

"Who said there is no hatred between us,"

Finally, a clear voice came from a distance.

Wang Zishan was delighted and was about to answer, but the next sentence from that voice made him fall into the ice cave again.

"Your surname is Wang, and my surname is Qin. How can there be no hatred between us!"

"Impossible, impossible!"

Wang Zishan suddenly felt hopeless.

The hatred between the Wang family and the Qin family had long been as deep as the sea, and there was no room for maneuver at all.

"I know every spiritualist in the Qin family. You are not from the Qin family, you are not!"

Wang Zishan screamed loudly, his voice was completely hoarse!

At that moment, a kind of despair had devoured him mercilessly.

He suddenly felt that his strength had been completely drained, and he could no longer condense a fireball.

With a "bang", a black iron blade had already hit him.

The spiritual energy bell immediately broke, and the extremely hard blade directly cut off half of his shoulder.

Wang Zishan fell sideways, spitting blood in large mouthfuls.

"Wang Zhenghe, you bastard...die a miserable death!"

Before he died, he cursed in a low voice, not the enemy who wanted to kill him, but his fellow brothers!