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Chapter 47 Good Target

The corpse water monster was like a ball of living slime, spreading and crawling towards them rapidly.

Xu Yuan saw his stepmother holding up the candlestick, and with her other hand, she raised an oil can - the oil can was a craftsman's invention that could spray out kerosene, which would be ignited by the candlelight...

Xu Yuan stepped forward and said, "Why bother with so much trouble?"

The "fire in the belly" burst out without any explanation.

boom!
Flames billowed up.

Xu Yuan has been using Aunt Wang's practice method "Five Cauldrons Cooking" these past two days, and has made considerable progress in his alchemy practice.

The fire that gushed out of his stomach was fifty percent more powerful than when he was in Ghost Witch Mountain!
The corpse water monster was about to get into the house when it was doused in flames all over its head and face.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
The corpse water evaporated quickly, and the strange and painful creature let out a shrill scream, like a baby crying.

The corpse water monster splashed onto the ground and tried to escape, but the fire in Xu Yuan's belly also spread out, covering most of the yard.

In a short while, the corpse water monster was burned to a crisp!

Lin Wanmo opened her red lips slightly and glanced at Xu Yuan in surprise.

Xu Yuan spread his hands and said, "That guy outside is most likely a divine cultivator. My inner fire is just the right weapon to restrain him, so why not use it?"

Lin Wanmo couldn't help but shake his head secretly, thinking that he was a little obsessed.

What Xu Yuan said was right. Although his level was not as good as his, his ability was just enough to restrain the opponent. Why not let him take action?

Lao Qian covered his heart with his hands - it was so painful!
Each of these bottles and jars was carefully cultivated by him. Now it is different from the time in Nandu. There are not so many good materials in this small county town on the mountain. It will be difficult to cultivate them in the future.

"I will kill you!"

He grabbed a few pottery bottles...

Before he could open it, he saw a figure suddenly flying towards him from the wall in front of him.

The figure was still in the air when he opened his mouth and blew out: Huh——

The raging flames turned into a river of fire, dispersing the thick yin energy around him and rolling towards him.

Lao Qian stepped forward and stood in front of the bottles and jars.

This kid is an eighth-rate alchemy practitioner, and the fire in his belly is quite strong. Don't hurt my children.

But he is just an eighth-rate alchemy practitioner, the fire in his belly cannot hurt me.

What surprised Lao Qian was that this guy actually dared to come out and kill him.

Xu Yuan’s thinking has always been direct: Why should I let you use all your methods one by one for me to crack them?
Sorry, I don’t have the habit of hiding in my shell and taking a beating without fighting back.

As long as he finds an opportunity, he will rush out without hesitation and give his opponent a hard blow.

Xu Yuan had stickers with the words "乘风" and "腾云" stuck on his legs. He easily jumped over the courtyard wall and then blew out the fire in his stomach.

Then he was surprised to find that this divine cultivator actually stood in front of the "ghost weapons" that stored various ghost soldiers!
So Xu Yuan raised the three-barreled musket without hesitation.

Such a good target, if I don’t shoot you, I would be letting my index finger down on the trigger.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Xu Yuan simply fired three shots in one breath.

The sound of the muskets was loud, like thunder exploding in the night sky. The ghost soldiers in the bottles and jars were frightened and suddenly became uneasy.

When the first shot rang out, Lao Qian was still thinking about comforting his children, but as soon as this thought came up, his head exploded in the second gunshot.

Red flesh, white skull, and yellow brains splattered in all directions, the farthest flying more than ten feet away. The third shot hit Lao Qian's chest, which was already a waste.

The moment Xu Yuan rushed out, Lin Wanmo's heart skipped a beat! This little bastard is so audacious! If anything happens to him, how am I going to explain this to my master in the afterlife?

Lin Wanmo rushed out immediately after. As soon as he ran into the yard, he saw Xu Yuan holding the umbrella he had just given him. He finally felt a little relieved: although this kid is a bit reckless, he is not stupid.

Then three gunshots rang out like thunder, and Lin Wanmo also climbed over the wall. He was shocked to see Lao Qian's headless body fall down!
This opponent is at least a seventh-rate divine cultivator!
Even if Lin Wanmo didn't need to protect Xu Yuan and fought him without any scruples, it would still take some effort to defeat him.

Most of the artisan cultivators are unable to restrain the "fire" of the divine cultivators.

Only a small number of people, if the "spiritual orifice" opened through cultivation happens to have "fire in the orifice", can restrain the spiritual cultivation.

Therefore, in the opinion of Lin Wanmo, a powerful craftsman, the enemy tonight is quite tricky.

Although Xu Yuan has the ability to restrain his opponent's "anger", his level is low and he can only assist from the side.

Who would have thought that this guy would be so bold as to rush out and smash the enemy's head?
Tonight's enemy can cultivate to the seventh-rate level. He shouldn't be so stupid as to use his own body to help the ghost soldiers resist the craftsman-made hand cannon?
Then Lin Wanmo's mind raced, and he understood what was going on: Old Qian had never imagined that Xu Yuan had such a thing as a craftsman-made hand cannon.

Lao Qian had a lot of experience in fighting, so after the two groups of hanged ghosts and drowned ghosts rushed over, he knew that the craftsman in the yard was a senior craftsman.

The level is at least on par with mine.

The higher the level of craftsmanship, the more serious the conflict between old and new craftsmen.

At Lin Wanmo's level, it is absolutely impossible for him to use the creations of the new craftsman.

I won’t allow people around me to use it either.

Lin Wanmo was an outlier among the old craftsmen, and he doted on Xu Yuan too much. Not only did he let him use it, but he also repaired the three-eye hand cannon himself with great difficulty.

Old Qian never expected that Xu Yuan had such skills as a new craftsman. Seeing Xu Yuan, an eighth-rate alchemist, rushing out with fire spitting from his mouth, he felt sorry for his "child" and of course he would take on the challenge himself.

In theory, an eighth-rate alchemy cultivator does not have enough means to kill a seventh-rate divine cultivator.

Then... bang, the head exploded.

Lin Wanmo just thought that Lao Qian suffered from his own experience and made a wrong judgment.

However, they did not know that this was also influenced by Xu Yuan's "Eight Directions Injury" fate, just like the Saint Lady before.

Lao Qian was at a higher level and only made a small mistake, but he still lost his life.

Xu Yuan had already fallen from mid-air and was happily picking up his spoils.

The stepmother looked at the darkness around her warily: "Go back first!"

Although it is forbidden to walk at night, there are still some creepy smells coming from the darkness on the wind.

Xu Yuan listened to the advice very well at this time. He picked up the bottles and jars on the ground, dragged Lao Qian's body, turned around and went back through the gate.

The stepmother waited until Xu Yuan entered the house before slowly retreating.

Xu Yuan cooperated with her tacitly. After entering the house and putting down the things and the corpse, he stood at the window and looked at the cage in the yard where the hanged ghost was imprisoned, and spit out a mouthful of anger.

The hanged ghosts screamed miserably and turned into blue-green ashes one by one.

When Lin Wanmo retreated into the house, all the hanged ghosts had been refined. She waved her hand, and the cages were painted into window frames again, and they were automatically installed back on the window with a click.

There are no more loopholes in the house's defense.

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(End of this chapter)