Fang Lie said seriously: "You actually broke my shoulders, but I have a secret technique that can recover from various injuries in a very short time."

"What? Do you have such a mysterious technique that is against the will of heaven?" exclaimed the black-armored man.

"What? Don't you believe it?" Fang Lie immediately said with great pleasure: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, I can cover it up and show it to you. Look at it, I'll give myself a knife first."

As he said that, Fang Lie casually found a sharp short sword from the seized Sumeru bag, and then stabbed into his lower abdomen without saying a word. The tip of the sword entered from the front and came out from the back, which was absolutely heartbroken. Fang Lie turned his body sideways, allowing the black-armored man to see clearly.

But the man with black armor has no intention of watching Fang Lie's performance now, because a penetration injury appeared on his belly, and the position was exactly the same as Fang Lie's.

What is most incredible is that the man with black armor is wearing armor of fifth-level magic weapons. The armor is not damaged at all, but his body is penetrated. This is too strange.

Fang Lie didn't care about so much. After stabbing himself, he saw it clearly for the black-armored man, then pulled it out and turned it around in place. The divine therapy was activated during the rotation process. After the circle was turned, Fang Lie's injuries were completely recovered, and he could not even see the wound.

Then Fang Lie smiled and said to the black-armored man: "Did you see it? Didn't you see it clearly, right? It doesn't matter, can we do it again?"

"No," the man with black armor shivered in fear and shouted quickly: "Don't come here."

"How can that work? You have to see clearly." As he said that, Fang Lie gave himself a knife again, then pulled it out, and then it was a second time.

While he repeatedly fucked himself with a short sword, he laughed and said, "See clearly, see clearly, just fuck this way, just fuck this way."

Every time Fang Lie stabbed himself, he felt so painful that he was sweating like rain, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he became more and more addicted to it.

The black-armored man was in trouble, and there were also penetrating injuries on his lower abdomen.

Fang Lie's injuries were healed continuously. When the second knife was pulled out, the wound in front was almost healed.

So although he inserted himself for more than ten times, as he drew out the short sword for the last time, all the injuries on his body disappeared in a blink of an eye.

However, the man with black armor did not have Fang Lie's perverted recovery ability. After more than ten slaps, his entire lower abdomen was pierced. His internal organs were covered with knife holes. The blood was like a dam that opened the gate, and he was spraying his life out.

Fortunately, this guy has advanced to Yuandan, has a high level of cultivation and a strong body, so he has not died yet. If it were someone else, he would probably die several times by just losing blood.

However, the current black-armored man is basically finished. His head was seriously injured by the Datong Curse, so he was dizzy and dizzy. His meridians were broken because of forcibly retracting the fist force; his body was also extremely weak because of the "Demon Disintegration Method". In addition, there was no good place on his body.

With so many injuries combined, it would be a miracle that he can still live now. As for battle, he basically doesn't think about it.

However, even though this guy was at the end of his strength, Fang Lie did not dare to be careless. He shot out a Qizhen Vajra again and hit him hard in the chest. As a result, he found that this guy could not even speak except for vomiting blood. He nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Just because of your stupid appearance, you still want to plot against me? You are so naive. What's the point of asking me to say you?"

Fang Lie couldn't help but say angrily: "Damn it, what's going on? Why can't I open it?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" the old bird cursed: "This is the entrance of Yuandan Zhenren. People must have left their own unique spiritual mark. Except for him, everyone else must break this layer of mark if they want to enter. With your little spiritual sense, can you still want to forcefully break the spiritual mark of Yuandan Zhenren?"

"This seems unlikely," Fang Lie said with a bitter face: "Wouldn't that mean I can't get the treasure inside?"

"Two methods, one is to immediately practice a special magic spell to increase your spiritual consciousness until the mark is broken." The old bird said: "Secondly, find someone to help you open it, but it will definitely cost a lot. After all, it is at least a real person in Yuandan, or even stronger."

"Oh," Fang Lie sighed and said, "Then let's talk about it later."

After saying that, Fang Lie put away the ring and walked slowly inside.

As he walked, he said, "It's this guy's residence inside. I guess there will be some good things, but there is definitely a ban to protect you, so you have to watch it for me."

"What are you afraid of? It's only two hours after death," the old bird said disapprovingly.

"Aren't you afraid of delaying things?" Fang Lie said: "Who knows when outsiders will come in? Can the treasures here be cheaper to others?"

"That's it," the old bird said helplessly: "Okay, I'll help you."

"Hehe, that's great," Fang Lie said with joy.

He knew that with the help of the old bird, there was almost no restriction to stump him.

This is indeed the case. Under the guidance of the old bird, Fang Lie successfully arrived at the room inside.

This is the control cabin of the entire treasure ship. There is a huge special formation on the ground, with more than a hundred controlled formation flags inserted on it.

These things are all attached to treasure ships, so it is useless to take them away. Fang Lie was too lazy to pay attention to them, so he went around the formation and walked towards the room inside.

The innermost room is where the black-armored man rests and practices on weekdays.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Lie smelled a strong fragrance, which came from a flower pot.

Fang Lie looked over as he smelled the fragrance and found that it was a small tree one foot tall with seven flowers blooming on it, which happened to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and the colors of seven rainbows.

"It's the rainbow grass." Fang Lie immediately recognized it and immediately said excitedly: "Good thing, this thing can increase the speed of cultivation by 1 to 30%. Although it is useless when it comes to Fengjie Zhenren, it is of great use to me."

While speaking, Fang Lie excitedly put it away.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Lie's eyes were attracted by the futon on the ground.

It was a futon made of two feet in diameter, woven with emerald green grass, exuding a faint fragrance.

"It is a futon woven by Qingning Spiritual Grass for thousands of years. It can be calm and quiet, and it is not easy to get possessed by the evil spirit." Fang Lie said with a smile, "Although it is useless to me, the magic monk's sword is a deviant and easy to get possessed by the evil spirit. For them, this is a priceless treasure."
Chapter completed!