"Uncle, how can we squander such heavenly gifts like this?"
Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart fluctuating, and spoke with a hint of chill:
"The Art of the dicine Man?"
"What is your connection with Pharmacist Valley in Fufeng County?"
The three Parthian Martial Artists were montarily stunned, but did not reply, instead bursting into laughter. The burly man pointed rudely at Wang Anfeng's nose and turned to his companion, saying loudly, "Hahaha, is he asking us? Is this Great Qin doctor out of his mind?"
The chubby man next to him grumbled a couple of tis and said:
"If we take this kid back, will the Respectful Envoy reward us with sothing good?"
"Yes, yes, after all, this guy can unravel the Respectful Envoy's poison..."
Wang Anfeng closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the tumultuous thoughts surging within him, though the impressions were so vivid he couldn't fully restrain them—
Fufeng County, Pharmacist Valley.
A mountain full of living pharmacy n.
He had nearly fought to the point of death, and if not for his Master's intervention, he would have turned into dicine sludge. Many more innocent civilians had beco sacrifices to the forbidden Art of the dicine Man.
And now, the Art of the dicine Man had reappeared beyond the borders of Great Qin...
Wang Anfeng exhaled slowly, his gaze growing stern. The burly man on the opposite side was still laughing heartily, suddenly sensing sothing off. As he turned his head, Wang Anfeng had already appeared before him, having moved from several ters away. His expression was indifferent. The burly man's expression changed, and he quickly retreated.
Wang Anfeng's skills far surpassed his. With his right hand behind his back, he raised his left hand to seize the finger that pointed at him, and with a twist against the joint—
A crisp crack resounded, the burly martial artist's laughter turning into a scream. While the Great Qin heavy armor could guard against piercing and slashing, it was weak against joint techniques. As the martial artist instinctively curled his body in pain, Wang Anfeng sharply drove his knee into his abdon.
The mighty energy of Buddha's Strength Mountain Moving Sutra burst forth in an instant.
All his strength exploded beyond its limits, then dissipated before it could rebound upon himself.
It happened in less than a breath's ti.
This was the control ability honed through thousands of practices, presenting little pressure to Wang Anfeng, though it equated to the martial artist receiving the maximum close-range attack from a Fourth Rank External Cultivation martial artist in his abdon. His eyes instantly beca unfocused and dazed.
Everyone could clearly see a wave of air ripple out from the back of the strong man, his armor clattering, and then in an instant, it shattered completely, the black armor breaking into fragnts and clattering down to the ground.
The two laughing voices abruptly ceased.
Without a hint of hesitation, they retreated abruptly, making strange noises to command the army of exotic beasts.
Wang Anfeng kept his right hand behind his back, released the finger with his left hand, and lowered his knee.
The giant man, twice his size, knelt to the ground, his breath weak. Azir's eyes were confused as he watched the cold-faced Qin man slowly walk forward. Accompanied by the sound of calm footsteps, flas danced and flickered on the ground, enthusiastically wrapping around him.
The hundreds of beasts ahead continued to retreat.
He walked out of the cave.
The flas leaping behind him were like fire lotuses blooming in the air, connecting together, illuminating the entire room. The elder looked on, bewildered.
As the echo of footsteps in the cave faded away, Wang Anfeng stepped out of the cave, gazing at the sky, and said:
"I originally planned to ask, but you likely know nothing either."
"Forget it, let's fight."
Azir's eyes blazed with flas.
Countless flas hanging deeply converged, surging forward like a tide. All the fire gathered at a single searing bright point, then exploded, red flas raging and spreading, transforming into a three-story-high Qilin.
The Qilin pressed its claws, raised its head, and roared, turning the searing waves into reality, filling the entire cave in an instant.
The entire valley, within a radius of a hundred ters, beca a purgatory.
Divine Weapon: Prajna.
......
Monts later, the elder looked bewildered at the three lifeless experts from Myriad Beast Valley. The vision of the Qilin's roar had completely vanished, his eyes dull, then with so tension, he urged the tiger to trot to Wang Anfeng's side, looking around nervously, and said:
"Is… is it over?"
"Could there be others?"
Wang Anfeng bent down to inspect the three martial artists, lifting the Great Qin heavy armor. Seeing the part of the collar ant for identity inscriptions blurred, he narrowed his eyes and replied coolly:
"There's no one else."
"There were only three of them."
The elder breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing this, muttering:
"That's good, that's good..."
"Wait! How do you know there were three?"
"I naturally knew from the start."
The elder was montarily confused and then said:
"So you were just bluffing earlier?"
Wang Anfeng raised his gaze to look at him, responding indifferently:
"Indeed, it was to bluff them."
The elder was montarily bewildered, then suddenly realized that the phrase 'just bluffing' was the true trap, tricking the hidden trio into thinking the opponent was weaker, causing them to erge swiftly and be easily eliminated. Then, contemplating how he had fallen into the trap unknowingly, he couldn't help but gasp.
Inwardly muttering, how co this lad has traps laid everywhere in his mind?
It's truly too dark.
Yet right after, filled with puzzlent, he muttered:
"You're so much stronger than them, why bother with such trouble?"
Only to hear the Qin man in front respond coldly:
"It's rely to prevent unforeseen complications."
Wang Anfeng furrowed his brows slightly, muttering:
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