Chapter 3 Avatar

　　The pharmacist had his own idea and said, "Give him spirit blood to drink, drink more and more, drink to death! Spirit blood can more or less boost his physique a little bit each time, after drinking more, although he can't inspire a spirit body, that physical quality must be more powerful than any spirit body!" 　　"Killing a dragon with one punch." 　　The village chief laughed, "It must be able to scare those sons of bitches outside the Great Market to death." 　　The two of them smiled at each other as the pharmacist walked out of the room and covered the door. 　　The next day, the villagers got a few more Iron Bone Tigers, Green Jiao Snakes, Thunderbirds, and Golden Turtles, these old men and women were energized with a goal, but it made the Medicine Master furious, "Letting him drink too much Spirit Blood at once will kill him!" 　　The mute blacksmith who had dragged in the two thunderbirds grinned, hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, no tongue in his mouth. 　　"Mu'er can hold up!" Granny Si was full of confidence in Qin Mu. 　　The pharmacist glared at them and stopped talking, taking out the insect eggs and continuing to refine the blood, but something still happened. There was a bit too much Four Spirit Blood this time, Qin Mu's body swelled up like it was inflated after he drank it, making the old men and women tense for fear that he would explode with a bang. 　　The pharmacist took out several hollow silver needles and inserted them on Qin Mu's back and Tian Ling Gai, only to see the holes of these silver needles nourishing and spewing outward streams of red, blue and purple air. 　　After a few moments, the silver needles stopped spraying air, the pharmacist removed the needles and glared at the old men and women again, ''Gradual and step by step, you guys want to feed him into a big fat man in one bite, you will only prop him up! Right now he's still a bit propped up, you all have your work cut out for you, later on, Butcher and him will practice swords, Master Ma and him will practice punches, Cripple, you will accompany him to practice his legs and help him digest." 　　"Mu'er, come and practice your sword!" 　　Butcher braced his hands on the ground and surprisingly jumped up and landed on a dowel, he didn't have a lower body, his upper body stood on the dowel and was about the same height as Qin Mu. 　　The butcher held two pig-killing knives in both hands, different from ordinary pig-killing knives, which were less than a foot long, with round wooden handles and rounded blades, like the moon being cut off by three-quarters. 　　And the butcher in the hands of the killing knife and ordinary killing knife looks like, but to be a few large, knife length of three feet and two inches, knife back thick, thin blade, polished bright, two knives put together like two arched door, big and scary. 　　And Qin Mu hand pig knife is also the same size, but only a knife, heavy very, a knife twenty pounds. The teenager could only pick up one knife in normal times, but since he had taken the Four Spirit Blood, his strength was much greater than before, and he could pick up the Pig Killing Knife with one hand, but he didn't feel heavy. 　　"Grandpa Tu, be careful!" 　　Qin Mu held the knife in one hand and rushed towards the butcher on the one-wood pile. The butcher laughed out loud, and although he was only half a body he still appeared to be bold. 　　Night Battle Liancheng Storm! 　　Qin Mu's single knife flew up and down, his feet moved, from slashing towards the butcher, the light of the knife became faster and faster, the wind whistled and connected. 　　"Slow, slow, you're too slow!" 　　The butcher shouted, his double knives flipping like rain, clanking and clanging storms like a rainstorm hitting a pear blossom, and snapped, "Faster! Faster again! Your pig-killing knives can be even faster! The move of Night Battle Liancheng Storm is all about being fast, and the Pig Killing Knife should be so fast that it sprinkles all over the city like a storm in the darkness of the night! Give me more speed!" 　　The blade light was even faster, like three silver dragons weaving and swimming up and down around the dugout, the sound of the wind was getting louder and louder, the snorting blade qi was mixed in with the sound of the wind, and when he landed, he only saw that the ground was suddenly filled with one more deep trace. 　　Those were blade marks. 　　"Very good, it's meant to be this fast! The faster your blade is, the stronger your blade qi will be. But you're not fast enough, you have to be fast enough to make your blade intent like a blazing fire, burning, burning again!" 　　The butcher was as mad as a madman, his hands manipulating his sword and dancing, dazzling Qin Mu as he screamed, "Burning! Burn! Let your sword burn, let your Qi burn, let your spirit burn! After burning, it's divine power!" 　　Whew... 　　His knives sliced through, and the knives rubbed against the air, surprisingly burning up with a huff, and the two knives were like two fiery dragons weaving to and fro, their sound becoming more and more astonishing. 　　The fire dragons lunged straight at Qin Mu, Qin Mu when unstoppable, suddenly the two fire dragons rose up into the sky, tearing the black night above the Crippled Elderly Village, amazingly incomparable. 　　Qin Mu stayed dumbfounded, the butcher's knife was too terrifying. 　　In the sky above the village, darkness surged in, swallowing the fire dragons and the saber light saber qi. 　　That darkness was as if it was alive, and it seemed to be angry at Butcher raising his knife to slice into the darkness, and the incomparably depressing blackness pressed towards the village as if it was going to devour the village. 　　However, the light of the stone statues at the four corners of the village suddenly became a little brighter, forcing the darkness back. 　　"Thief God!" 　　The butcher held his sword in both hands and stood on a single wooden stake, shouting up to the sky with some madness, "Sooner or later, I'm going to split this blackness, sooner or later, I'm going to kill my way back! Laozi was cut off at the waist, lost his legs, but not his head! Laozi will kill ......" 　　"Grandpa Tu is crazy again. But Grandpa Tu's sword is just too fast, refining his sword technique into a divine power, when will I be able to practice as fast as him?" 　　Qin Mu looked at the mad butcher with admiration, put the pig-killing knife down, and went to find the one-armed horse master. 　　"The butcher's knife is a divine ability only if it cuts flames, while my fist is a divine ability only if it strikes thunder!" 　　Master Ma had a serious face, his one-armed fist clenched, his bones emitting a crackling and popping sound as he blandly said, "Mu'er, when you can manage to hold lightning in your hands, your fist will be considered a minor achievement. A butcher's knife is fast, while my fist breaks through the limitations of sound and the boundaries of the air, exploding with unrivaled power! One hand can also practice boxing, one hand is also a thousand hands, one hand can also emit thunderous sound and lightning!" 　　Rumble- 　　A muffled thunder came from the fist that Master Ma blasted out like a thunderous explosion. 　　Boom boom boom! 　　A series of thunderous sounds came, Qin Mu's naked eye had trouble capturing the speed of Master Ma's punches, the remnants of his fists actually allowed him to see that the one-armed Master Ma was no longer a one-armed man, but had grown a thousand arms. 　　Master Ma's fists are getting faster and faster, those thousands of arms are actually holding thunder and lightning in their palms, sizzling with electricity, each strike is a roll of thunder and splashes of electricity! 　　"This is the Thousand Hands of Hands Buddha in the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound! As long as your fist is faster than the sound, you can control the thunder, and with each punch and palm, you can destroy your opponent's soul and body, causing him to perish for eternity!" 　　Master Ma withdrew his fist and said in a deep voice, "Attack me with the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound that I taught you, strike the sound of thunder, hold the thunder in your hand, and control the thunder!" 　　Qin Mu fixed his mind, the skills that Master Ma and Grandpa Tu imparted to him today were both different compared to before, once upon a time they both taught him to practice sword and fist techniques, but this time surprisingly they both mentioned one word. 　　Avatar! 　　This word was somewhat unfamiliar, and it was the first time he had heard it. 　　Qin Mu executed the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound and attacked Master Ma, and even though Master Ma was one-armed, any of Qin Mu's attacks were blocked effortlessly by him with his trusty hands. 　　Unlike the Butcher, although the Butcher appeared to be maniacal, but every time and Qin Mu against the knife are very measured, never hurt him, but the horse master shot mercilessly, as long as there is a break in Qin Mu's moves is a punch over, although the fist is not too heavy, but soon Qin Mu will be beaten nose and face. 　　Until Qin Mu could not continue to fight, Master Ma then let him rest. 　　"Legs are the wind, the earth, the root of strength." 　　The cripple was on crutches, he only had one leg left, but it was him who taught Qin Mu legwork, once upon a time Qin Mu thought that the most normal in the village was Grandpa Cripple, always smiling honestly and giving people an extremely reliable feeling. 　　But since the crippled riverside simple smile stabbed the woman who crawled out of the cowhide, Qin Mu will be a little less sure. 　　The cripple's smile is a smile that hides a knife, and no one knows whether his smile is real or fake. 　　He smiled and said to Qin Mu, "Mu'er, the butcher boasts about his sword, the horse master boasts about his fist, and the real aptitude is the legs. If you can't hack the other side, and you can't beat the other side, what should you do? Of course you have to run, life is the most important thing! Life is not only about poetry and faraway places, there's also mettle ah! That's why staying alive is the only way to win! If you run fast enough, you will be able to dart over walls, over water, and even in the sky! Run fast enough and everything is flat, fire and air, all flat! When you run so fast that even the sound can't catch up with you behind your ears, then you'll be considered primed to cultivate the Avatar of Leg Technique. Mu'er, come, get on the iron ingots."