Chapter 85 Beating
Lin Changqiang followed the route he remembered and walked into the fifth passage on the left.

After passing through dozens of passages and many branch roads, there are fewer people here, but there are still many figures shuttling back and forth between the stone houses. The strange thing is that the faces of these figures are full of resentment, without any joy at all.

"What a bullshit Nirvana Realm expert, he is as poor as a ghost!"

"Damn it, don't insult ghosts. Such a big room only has more than 2,000 Yang Yuan Pills? This is not as good as the Wanjin Chamber of Commerce in Yancheng. They sell a second-rate technique and it costs 5,000 or 6,000 Yang Yuan Pills!"

"Not bad, you should be content with this much. I just entered a room, and there were only four demon spirits in it, and they were in the Tianyuan realm. Can you believe it?"

Listening to the complaints coming from all around, the smile on Lin Changqiang's face grew brighter. He continued to move forward at full speed for several minutes before finally finding an abandoned stone chamber and crawling in.

"Turning."

A flash of light passed by, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Changqiang landed at the end of the passage full of talisman puppets. Seeing that the many talisman puppets in front of him were still intact, he hurriedly took out a stone and possessed his body, waiting quietly in front of the light curtain.

Time passed by minute by minute. It was unknown how long it had been. Just when Lin Changqiang was about to fall asleep, bursts of roars were heard from afar. He hurriedly moved the stone to the corner, fearing that he would be affected by the attack of several people later.

Not long after, four figures finally arrived at the end of the passage. After they each smashed a number of talisman puppets, they rushed towards the light curtain one after another.

"Whoosh-"

A breeze blew by, and Ling Qingzhu flew into the light curtain on the green lotus like an arrow, followed by Lin Langtian and Wang Yan. But just when Qin Shi was about to enter the light curtain, a huge fist came with a strong wind.

"who?!"

"boom!"

At the critical moment, Qin Shi only had time to use the feather fan to block in front of him, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain and his body flew backwards as if hit by a sledgehammer, then hit the wall hard, bounced back immediately, and rolled on the ground for several times before finally stabilizing his body.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out, and Qin Shi raised his head in confusion, only to see a familiar figure staring at him with evil eyes.

"Shen, Mr. Shen? Why did you attack me?!"

Standing in front of Qin Shi was the Wang clan's priest, Shen Teng!
"Jie Jie Jie~"

Imitating the appearance of the Soul Palace Master in his memory, Lin Changqiang exuded a cold and evil aura.

"My young master has been displeased with you for a long time, so he sent me in here to teach you a lesson!"

After hearing this, Qin Shi was shocked: "How could Wang Yan be so crazy? I, Qin Shi, have always been kind to others. I didn't even care when he scolded me. Why is he like this?"

"Stop talking nonsense and try your best to please me!"

Knowing that too much talk would lead to mistakes, Lin Changqiang said no more. He gathered all his energy and rushed towards Qin Shi. White light surged on his fists, and in the blink of an eye, they swelled up with the wind and turned into a pair of giant boxing gloves with a diameter of 20 centimeters.

This is the latest use of the Wushuang Luanwu developed by Lin Changqiang. It treats the fist as a weapon and the boxing gloves as light blades. It is more convenient to use than the Longdan Bright Silver Spear.

Upon seeing this, Qin Shi hurriedly injected his energy into the feather fan in his hand, and the feather fan immediately extended to a person's height. It turned out to be an intermediate spiritual treasure.

"You want to stop me even though you're at the same level as me? Mudamudamudamuda!"

The rapid and continuous punches left behind a trail of afterimages, hitting the feather fan harder and harder. The defense of the intermediate spiritual treasure seemed meaningless, and Qin Shi was instantly blasted against the wall behind him.

The high-speed continuous punches of his fists were still bombarding frantically. Lin Changqiang would never stop until the system's 0/5 became 1/5.

Even with the mid-level spiritual treasure to reduce the power, Qin Shi still felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart and was in great pain. He tried his best to mobilize the energy in his body, but every time he gathered a little energy, it would be dispersed by a punch. Lin Changqiang's attack was like a storm, and his body was unscathed, but his fists were covered in blood. But even so, he still felt a little depressed. If he was not afraid that Longdan Bright Silver Spear would stab Qin Shi to death, why would he have to work so hard?
"Click, click."

A shattering sound was heard, and Qin Shi's feather fan could no longer withstand such a heavy bombardment, and the fragments fell to the ground.

Qin Shi was horrified. As expected, the next second, Lin Changqiang's fist hit him in the face. He suddenly felt dizzy and even some of his teeth were knocked out.

The next second, Qin Shi vaguely saw another fist shadow coming, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

"Hoo, hoo..." After panting for a few times, Lin Changqiang looked down at the fainted Qin Shi, "This kid is quite durable."

As he glanced around, his attention was attracted by something on Qin Shi's waist. A look of joy immediately appeared on Lin Changqiang's face. Then he quickly bent down and took off the other party's Qiankun bag.

"More than 30,000 Pure Yuan Pills? Not bad~"

After using his mental power to turn the Qiankun bag inside out, Lin Changqiang nodded with satisfaction. As for the seventh-grade martial arts book inside - "Tiangang Pishui Shan", he had no interest in it at all.

Looking at the tattered clothes on Qin Shi, Lin Changqiang frowned and had to find a similar piece of clothes from the opponent's Qiankun bag and put it on. After activating the mask to change into the opponent's appearance, he went into the light curtain without looking back.

Walking into the light curtain, Lin Changqiang's eyes were first darkened for a moment, and the next second, the red color filled his eyes again.

After skillfully using his energy to protect his whole body, he looked forward. Sure enough, Lin Langtian and Wang Yan were inside the sea of ​​fire, resisting the erosion of the fire waves.

Pillars of fire shot towards the two from all around, making them panic. It was obvious that these two unlucky guys could not see through the formation, but instead put themselves in trouble. They had to move forward slowly under the attack of the sea of ​​fire.

"The soul in Lin Langtian's body seems very ordinary."

Although he had long known that the soul was no match for Xiao Diao, he was still quite surprised to see that the other party couldn't even see through the formation.

Mr. Lu Xun once said that it is wise to take advantage of the fire to rob. Therefore, Lin Changqiang did not hesitate at all and directly attacked Wang Yan in the sea of ​​fire.

"Hadugan!"

Lin Changqiang roared in his heart, and the energy in his body exploded like a Super Saiyan. He put his hands back to his waist, and a bright red light suddenly bloomed from his palms. The next moment, a terrifying pillar of fire with a diameter of nearly two meters suddenly blasted out!
"boom!"

"Huh? Why is the color of this pillar of fire so red?"

"Qin Shi?"

Just as Lin Changqiang expected, Wang Yan, who was in the center of the sea of ​​fire, did not notice anything unusual and only regarded it as a pillar of fire condensed from the sea of ​​fire. Under the cover of the pillar of fire, he did not see Lin Changqiang hiding behind him. Only Lin Langtian in the other direction discovered him.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

Wang Yan frowned, waved his gun to disperse the fire column condensed in the sea of ​​​​fire, and then casually swung his gun at Lin Changqiang's fire column.

"Shh."

"Ok?"

"what!"

　Help, how should I arrange Ling Qingzhu's plot?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)