"Boss, you are..." a mercenary asked, looking at Wuming who entered the door.

After the third level of Vajra Power was activated, except for the strange soft armor that was created by the dwarf, the other clothes on his body had already been shattered. Although he was not running naked, the software he wore on his body was indeed a bit strange to see.

"Kill a bear." Wuming smiled rarely.

"Bear?" Several mercenaries around were surprised. You should know that the nameless knife was so sharp that it could easily cut over the guards here. It was indeed a bit amazing because of a bear that he used Vajra power.

"For the quick battle and decisive decision." Wuming's explanation made the soldiers nod slightly. The wide-back hunting knife had killed the sword saint's weapon. It should not be difficult to cut a bear if you want to cut off a bear.

"Boss, I came back early today."

Zhang Feng and a few walked out of the passage in the hall with a smile. It was impossible to tell at all that, not long ago, these people made a life-like decision.

Wuming smiled and said nothing. A soldier who was learning magic came up and recited a spell to the pile of wood beside him.

Not long after, two fists-sized fireballs floated in the air, looking like they could fall from the air at any time. They flew over the pile of firewood in front of them and fell into the pile of firewood in a flash.

The dry firewood pile was lit immediately, and thunderous sounds were made in the hall from time to time.

"No, there is progress." Dimora encouraged the soldiers who fireballs today.

"Boy! OK! He can actually release two fireballs!"

"Is it my tomorrow? It seems that I have no sleep tonight. If I don't have two more tomorrow, it's really embarrassing."

"Isn't it me in two days? You guy is really hurting people! Two fireballs! Oh my god!"

Wadehai shook his head laughing and crying. If such a fireball technique is placed on the battlefield, when it flies to the enemy, the other party will probably extinguish it if he spits out. Only magic apprentice teachers like Dimora would say it is good. The flight speed is too slow and the fire element in the flame is pitifully low. If it is less, it will probably not even have a chance to burn.

As a magical and martial arts double xiu, the magic of this soldier can no longer be described as weak. I really don’t know why after the man issued such a magic, the other magic soldiers actually cheered, as if the soldier was not the weakest fireball, but the super forbidden spell was released by a single person.

"What are two? Look at your promising prospects." Dimora didn't chant the spell, and raised her hand and threw out three of the same fireballs, which were floating and gusts of wind at any time. She was useless for a longer time than the soldier before she controlled the fireballs to come to the top of the fire and threw them down.

Wadehai was shocked when he saw Dimora being able to set fireballs without chanting a spell. You should know that even a magician needs to say a word to release the fireball. This is the first time he has seen a guy like Dimora.

When Wadehai saw that the fireball was flying slower than the previous fireball, he smiled. What kind of master taught him about his disciples? Only these soldiers would applaud and be surprised by these three fireballs without attack.

"It's really hard to control. It seems that some have practiced it." A group of soldiers who were learning magic sighed. Only they knew that Dimora's request was to use the weakest flame elements to create fireballs to light fires. This was much more difficult than to make ordinary or even more powerful fireballs.

Control! Control! The soldiers who learned magic now felt a big head when they heard Dimora say these two words. Thinking of the scene where Wuming fought bloody battles to protect them that day, they had to bite the bullet and continue to work hard to learn the magic control power that gave them a headache.

Several soldiers skillfully put the meat in order. Wuming smiled and placed the dragon meat on the long sword on the jumping flames, rolling back and forth, sprinkling the barbecue seasoning on it.

Most of these barbecue ingredients are extracted from plants in the forest, so it is not difficult to get some seasoning in this huge forest.

In a short while, hundreds of soldiers and pranks were drooling, staring at the barbecue in Wuming's hands like wolves.

The same barbecue is barbecue, and the soldiers can't understand why the ones they roast themselves are not as delicious as Wuming's roast? This one seems to be easy to say, but when it is really done, it is really difficult. Even the chefs of the imperial capital can't compare to Wuming's chefs. One more part of the old and one less part of the raw meat, and it's a blessing to be able to taste such barbecue.

Zhang Feng immediately swallowed the first skewer of barbecue, which seemed like he hadn't eaten for eight hundred years. This cannot be blamed for him. If he didn't eat fast enough, he might be snatched away by other soldiers.

"It's luxury! This is dragon meat! Those nobles in the imperial capital can't eat even if they have money." Dimora condemned Zhang Feng, while using his fat body to knock away two other soldiers and successfully grabbed the second barbecue.

Looking at the soldiers who were robbed into a group, Wuming smiled softly. Every time he supper, these soldiers always competed for each other, and he was already used to it.

After a long time of busyness, Wuming ate the barbecue he roasted himself. The other soldiers had already rubbed their stomachs and did whatever they should do.

Wuming didn't need to do the work of extinguishing fires. Two magicians who were learning and practicing water magic were called by Dimora to use water polo techniques to extinguish the fire, but this water polo technique also tortured them in pain like fireball techniques.

Wuming found a quiet corner and took out all the medicines he had collected these days. He knew that the soldiers would not usually disturb him at this time.

Bear bile, seven-page Ganoderma lucidum, millennium ginseng, centennial bacillus... Wuming looked at the various medicinal herbs in front of him and showed a satisfied smile. The hard work these days has not been wasted, and the medicines configured are still complete.

Open the new chapter of the Medicine King and review the production method again. If it weren't for the deep mountains and forests, it would be much easier to get such a set of medicines than to reach the sky, and you would never be careless when you configure it, because there is only one chance.

"Do you know what the boss is doing?"

"Don't know..."

"The boss usually practices martial arts, but he stopped practicing today. I guess he is not busy with his own business."

Zhang Feng and a few whispered in a low voice, their eyes swept to the passage leading to the inner hall from time to time.

Tomorrow! Tomorrow morning! Wait until Wuming goes out again is the moment they take action.

Everyone gradually fell asleep while waiting. When they woke up the next day, they found that Dimora beside Wuming was yawning Liantian, their eyes were filled with blood, and faint flames were constantly released from their hands. The fat face, which had always been red, had already become pale at this time, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept sliding down from their foreheads.

"Fatty, I get up so early. Haven't you always like to sleep in?"

Zhang Feng smiled and joked about this fat man who knew he had never sleep all night. The fat man in the entire team is the one who loves to sleep the most. Now that he doesn't sleep all night is not much different from killing him.

"You were already so big that you didn't see me being caught by the boss? I was being ordered by the boss all night. I'll have a big fire, and a small fire..."

Dimora's two eyes were red like bulls, and she looked at Zhang Feng who was sleeping until he woke up naturally.

Wadehai laughed, not sleeping for a night, and had to keep controlling the flame strength according to Wuming's request. With the fat man's pitiful magic, it was already a miracle that he was exhausted to death.

"Okay! Cease fire."

As soon as Wuming finished speaking, Dimora's fat body immediately made an intimate contact with the ground, and then the deafening snoring echoed between the halls.

More than a dozen magic soldiers looked at Dimora with sympathy. The fat man, who had always shouted that magic was not important, was upset by Wuming's magic power this time. I wonder if he will increase his magic a little after this hellish training?

"Boss, what are these black meatballs?" Zhang Feng asked with his head stretched out his head and leaned against Wuming's container made of mud.

"Pill." Wuming took out the last pill from the mud pot and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. A fresh and enhanced fragrance penetrated his forehead.

From the aroma, it is inferred that this batch of elixirs is the same as recorded in the Medicine King God Chapter, but I have never really eaten it, and Wuming cannot guarantee whether this thing is really successful.

"What is a pill?" Wei Dehai asked in a low voice.

Wuming frowned and thought for a while and said, "It's just a pill, wait."

Wuming jumped out of the cave, and after a while, he walked back with a live rabbit in his hand.

When everyone was puzzled, Wuming picked up a pill and stuffed it into the rabbit's mouth. Regardless of whether the medicine is effective or not, at least it will not poison people after taking it. This is the primary issue.

Not long after the pill was in his mouth, the rabbit, who was still alive and jumping, suddenly started to thrust his body, and the white rabbit hair gradually turned black, and finally his body fell to the ground completely stiffly.

"Awesome! Boss, you're doing this poison so well!" Zhang Feng said excitedly: "I know what you are going to do! You must be looking for an opportunity to put all these things into the drinking water system of the stove castle, right? Poison those dwarves to avenge your brothers, right?"

Wuming looked at everything in front of him with laughter and tears. After refining the medicinal materials he had obtained through endless hardships for a night, they turned into poison. His subordinates actually guessed that they were going to the stove fort to poison and avenge. Although he had thought about revenge, he had never thought of using this method. After all, the one who wanted to kill him that day was the Holy Hammer, and it had nothing to do with other dwarves.

"Boss, you are indeed a genius! It turns out that you have been collecting poison a few days ago."

Listening to Liu Qiang's words, Wuming smiled bitterly, and the result was much beyond his expectations.

Just as the other soldiers praised Wuming, the zombie rabbit suddenly jumped up from the ground, and immediately rushed out of the door with its feet touching the ground. The speed was a little faster than that of an ordinary rabbit.

"this……"

"No way..."

"Boss, your poison failed?"

"Boss, you won't be stupid, are you? Why are you laughing so happily?"

The soldiers and gangsters said in a verbal manner, and Wei Dehai looked at Wuming in confusion, unable to guess what the leader was laughing at.

"It seems that it has been successful. I should have been washing the marrow and clearing the meridians just now." Wuming smiled happily and picked up a pill: "After taking this, you can truly practice the kung fu I taught you."

"Can you become a master like the leader?"

"Can you do." Wuming said honestly: "Just work hard."

The captains' eyes lit up and they looked at each other. No one expected that Wuming would have made such a good thing when he was about to bet on his life.

Zhang Feng hurriedly asked, "How long will it take to become a master like the leader?"

"This..." Wuming subconsciously touched his nose. Using those spiritual medicines to configure more than 100 people will naturally give a lot of discounts. These medicines can only play the role of cleaning the marrow and clearing the meridians: "If you practice hard, you may have a chance for about ten years..."

Wadehai's body shook slightly, ten years! More than a hundred people can become Martial Saints in ten years? What does that mean? More than a hundred martial Saints! You should know that sword saints, fighting saints, or dragon knights can not be achieved by practicing hard for many years. It depends on understanding and opportunity. This is the first time he has heard of it, as Wuming said, that can be achieved by just accumulating time.

Ten years later, hundreds of martial saints suddenly emerged from the mainland. Although they cannot dominate the victory or defeat of a battle on the battlefield, it is not difficult to use it to attack and murder the opponent's commander, or to cause some terrifying events in certain cities.

While Wadehai was extremely shocked, Zhang Feng said disappointedly: "Ten years? It takes so long..."

Wadehai was so angry that he almost strangled Zhang Feng to death on the spot. How many warriors have never been able to reach the sword saint level in their entire lives? For those people, let alone ten years, twenty years or thirty years! They are also willing to pursue it!

Ten years? If you can become a sword saint for ten years, I don’t know how many people in the world are willing to spend all their money and endure it for ten years.

"This..." Wuming nodded helplessly: "I also know that it's a bit long, but your age has passed the best time to practice martial arts. If you didn't rely on this pill, it would be difficult for you to succeed in a century."

Weidehai heard Wuming's words and thought that he had been a Martial Saint for too long, and he suddenly felt a dizzy moment. He wanted to rush to Wuming to ask the other party. In his eyes, he felt that time was normal.

This cannot be blamed on Wuming. He has obtained the secrets of ancient martial arts and practiced them for less than a month. Being a martial saint is really not a great thing in his eyes.

"Forget it, it's good to be successful in ten years. Brothers, just let it go, don't let your boss down." Zhang Feng looked at the pill in his palm and said loudly: "They are all for this, we don't want to take it."

Wadehai tried hard to suppress his urge to chop people and picked up a pill. Such a precious thing can be sold as much as you want to sell when you want to sell it outside. It is definitely a good thing like priceless treasure.

The reason why these soldiers and puppies ate this food was to live up to Wuming's painstaking efforts. It seemed that they ate this food to give Wuming face.

"The best effect is to take it before meditation after a lot of exercise." Wuming said seriously: "Maybe it can shorten the time for becoming a Martial Saint for a few months."

"That's it." Zhang Feng put away the pills in his body and said, "Then eat breakfast first. How can you have the strength to practice and meditate if you don't eat enough?"

Hundreds of soldiers gathered the expensive pills they didn't know about, and they all became busy one by one.

You can’t eat barbecue for breakfast. Eating some ripe fruits to make breakfast is a habit for everyone these days. Relying on the existence of thunder dragons outside the cave, there are no powerful monsters in the woods around the cave entrance. The soldiers will go out for a small-scale activity every day to collect a batch of fruits and come back as breakfast.

Whether to eat it or not? Wei Dehai looked at the pills in his hand and made a decision for a while. His qualifications were better than those of these soldiers, and the time for taking pills to become a Martial Saint may be shorter. However, there is only one pill. If you take it, how should you explain to those old guys when you go back to the palace in the future?

The education of the Baolong clan became the temptation of the Martial Saint, and Wei Dehai didn't know how to choose for a while.
To be continued...