Si Lei Zhenjun

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

"Sigh~"

Chu Xing lay on the ground and slowly opened his hazy eyes. He felt a burning pain on his face. He raised his hand to touch it and gasped in pain.

Chu Xing originally thought that he had amazing self-control, but the charming voice he heard yesterday was too alluring. Although he tried his best to restrain himself last night, he still couldn't control himself in the end.

Chu Xing only remembered that he rushed over in a fit of rage and took a bite of two pieces of sweet and soft jelly. When he was about to pry open his teeth, he was slapped unconscious.

"How many times did this woman step on me last night to vent her anger?"

Chu Xing stood up, looked at the shoe prints all over his body, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

But at this point, there was no need to think about it, because Jiang Lihuo had already gone to "work", otherwise he would not be indifferent when he saw himself wake up.

After this incident, Cui'er was offended and Jiang Lihuo also hated him. I'm afraid my life will be difficult.

Chu Xing sighed, changed into a new set of clothes, and went to the well in the yard to fetch a basin of water to wash his face.

Shi Feifan will come today, so he doesn't plan to go out.

Now that his storage bag had been completely looted by Cui'er, fifty thousand spirit stones was a huge sum of money for him, so he had to pay attention to it.

"Brother, sister-in-law, are you home?"

After sitting in the yard and waiting for a while, the voice came in before Shi Feifan arrived.

Chu Xing opened the door with a frown on his face, walked out of the mansion, glanced at him unhappily and said:

"Stop yelling nonsense, don't call her sister-in-law anymore, do you hear me?"

Shi Feifan noticed the red slap marks on Chu Xing's face, and revealed a look of understanding. He comforted him with the tone of a person who had experienced it:

"Brother, a husband and wife quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. A man should be more magnanimous. It's just a slap on the face. It's really not that serious! When my mother beat my father, she was much more cruel than this. There was blood at every turn."

Chu Xing was speechless.

This is nothing!

It’s true that if you dare to shout again next time, I might be covered in blood.

"It's up to you." Chu Xing jumped onto the green bull monster puppet that Shi Feifan had parked at the door.

Shi Feifan felt that his good brother was quite receptive to advice, so he nodded with a smile, jumped onto the puppet, and then pointed his fingers at it to cast a few spells, controlling the puppet to move quickly in a certain direction.

"Tell me about the strong opponents this time."

Shi Feifan pondered for a moment:

"The main combat power of our Thousand Puppet Sect monks lies in their puppets. Their own combat power is not strong. Therefore, judging the combat power of a Thousand Puppet Sect monk mainly depends on two points: spiritual consciousness and puppets."

"Take me for example. Although my grandfather helped me get a corpse puppet of the early Nascent Soul stage, my spiritual power is so weak that I can only barely control its fighting skills for a quarter of an hour."

"And the top ten Jindan disciples of Qianguimen almost all possess an early Nascent Soul puppet, and are able to control it in battle for a long time. The top Jindan disciple even possesses a mid-Nascent Soul puppet."

Chu Xing nodded in understanding.

Last time, he asked his master about his speed when performing Wind and Thunder Flash, and the master said that it was completely comparable to the late stage of Yuanying.

In other words, as long as he is not besieged by a group of people during this trial, he should not encounter any danger.

As for his attack methods, the strength of his Wind Extreme Thunder Killing Technique can now roughly reach the early Nascent Soul stage.

Although using the Fa Tian Xiang Di technique can only knock a puppet that has reached the Golden Core Perfection level away with one punch, if this punch hits these Golden Core Perfection disciples firmly, they will probably be crippled if not killed.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you can hit the target and the opponent has no magic weapon to protect himself.

"By the way, Fatty, you know a lot of people. Is there any way to exchange a large amount of cultivation resources for spirit stones in Qiankuimen?" Chu Xing suddenly asked.

Shi Feifan said proudly:

"Of course there are. I've spent all these years in Qianguimen and it's not in vain. I know a lot of people from all walks of life. Brother, how much do you want to give?"

When Chu Xing was asked this question, his heart seemed to be tugged at.

He had a lot yesterday, but nothing today. Now he is just asking for Jiang Lihuo.

He thought for a moment and said, "It's at least 10 million spirit stones. Can you afford it?"

"What? Brother, did you steal so much last time in Black Wind Forest?"

Shi Feifan's eyes widened, and then he approached Chu Xing with a chubby face, and said with a smile:

"Brother, I also contributed. That Jindan female cultivator is still living in my house. Shouldn't you give me some of the money?"

Chu Xing didn't say much, he just opened his storage bag and pushed it in front of him, and said with a bit of despair:

"See for yourself what else is in my storage bag."

Shi Feifan released his spiritual sense and took a quick look. His eyes rolled around and he said:

"Brother, don't you have any status at home? When you go out, your sister-in-law won't let you take a single spirit stone with you."

Chu Xing was delighted:

"Status is your uncle! Cui Er stole everything from me!"

"Is my sister-in-law's name Cui'er? This name is a bit... plain and unpretentious." Shi Feifan tried hard to hold back his laughter.

Chu Xing broke through the defense and roared:

"Sister-in-law is sister-in-law, Cui'er is Cui'er, they are not the same person, do you understand?"

Shi Feifan nodded, not quite understanding, and asked curiously, "Who is Cui'er?"

"Who else do you think can steal my things in this White Bone Palace?" Chu Xing asked back.

"Palace Master?"

"Ah."

“Pfft~~Hahahahaha… The Palace Master is actually called Cui’er! Hahahaha…”

Shi Feifan couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into laughter.

Chu Xing just looked at him calmly, as if what was happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him. When he had almost finished laughing, he patted his shoulder and said,

"Don't laugh so happily yet. Let me tell you something. The Palace Master can listen to the movements around me through the Bone Order."

Shi Feifan's laughter stopped abruptly, and his face suddenly became as ugly as if he had eaten a dead fly. He turned his head very slowly to look at Chu Xing, and said with a hint of tears in his voice:

"Brother, tell me you didn't bring the White Bone Order with you when you went out today."

Chu Xing raised the corner of his mouth and slowly took out a small bone sword from his arms.

it is more than words.

Shi Feifan was as if under a spell of immobilization, completely frozen from head to toe, without even the slightest sign of movement.