C810 A Pile of Junk
C810 A Pile of Junk
Not only could he recover quickly, but the result of his recovery was a shocking increase in his strength.
For example, after his broken arm was broken, the Chaotic Force would immediately repair it and increase the toughness of his bones and meridians by more than double.
He had once had an extremely masochistic idea. In order to increase his strength, he might as well find someone to break all the bones and internal organs in his body before reforming them. Wouldn't this be a great way to increase one's strength?
However, this idea had never been realized.
The main reason was none other than. . . It was because he had also tried. . . However, that type of pain was unimaginable.
His strength could be greatly increased. However, following that, his pain also increased by several times.
That kind of pain was simply a kind of torture that he couldn't bear.
When a person deliberately relied on this kind of method to increase his strength, it was completely different from being injured in battle. After Yang Qiu tried it once, he gave up on this method.
It felt like there was a difference between a person deliberately drawing a knife in his hand and accidentally getting cut in the hand. Active injury and passive injury were completely different psychological endurance.
He had merged with Feng Faangya's True Spirit, Dao Gate, Buddhist knowledge, and various kinds of divine abilities, as well as the terrifying combat techniques of the other races. These techniques and knowledge were more useful to him, because he had inherited Feng Faangya's Three Styles Of Chaos, so he didn't need to cultivate any other divine abilities.
This kind of support allowed him to be more sensitive to the weaknesses of his opponent, and then he could deal a heavy blow to his opponent.
With Yang Qiu's current strength, if he didn't rely on his defensive magic treasure, he would at most be able to fight a Second Grade Golden Immortal to a draw. He might not be afraid of any higher experts, but if he really encountered a peak expert, he could only flee.
However, this Second Grade Golden Immortal. . . He was referring to those true Golden Immortals of the Eastern Immortal Realm who had cultivated painstakingly for countless years, and not those Moon Luminaries who had been nurtured by various means in the west.
The combat instincts of the foreign races were actually incomparably powerful. However, over the countless years, they had long lost the sharpness of their ancestors, and had never experienced any decent battles. They had long become nothing more than a showy.
Apart from those truly few old antiques, those ninjas were the true warriors. As for the others, even if they were Sun Luminaries, they did not have any battle experience. Their battle experience was merely limited to the fights they usually fought over their faces and jealousy.
Therefore, although Yang Qiu's strength was far inferior to theirs, his combat experience and skills far surpassed these so-called Imperial Son.
Furthermore, he still had the three life-saving hairs that Great Sage Suen had given him. Even if he had to use one of them, he would still kill these guys today.
He didn't want these guys to bleed, but he wanted them to die.
Those who are not of my race will definitely have different intentions. Furthermore, the three major foreign races aren't from this world to begin with. They had forcibly occupied this world and had even enslaved the Human Clan for countless years. They are raised like livestock, no matter how you look at it. Even if there were really kind-hearted beings among the non-humans, the non-humans. . . It was the non-humans. No matter how many people Yang Qiu killed here. . . He didn't feel any guilt.
The young man standing behind Dishi Yan took two steps forward and stared coldly at Yang Qiu as he spoke in an indifferent tone.
"I am Dishi Yuan. What do you want to bet? As long as you can withstand my finger without relying on your magic treasure, you can bet on anything you want!"
As he said this, everyone in Astral Pavilion was staring at Yang Qiu. Many of them had complicated looks in their eyes.
Yang Qiu was looking at Dishi Yan with a strange smile on his face. Dishi Yan had dealt with him before, and the two of them had been entangled with each other from the Eastern Cultivation Realm to the Mortal Realm, then to this place. Dishi Yan never thought that Yang Qiu would dare to openly come to the base camp of the foreign race.
Dishi Yan could even be considered to be the person who was the most familiar with Yang Qiu's means and knew him the best.
Could there be some other conspiracy in today's bet?
Dishi Yan stared at Yang Qiu with bright eyes. After thinking about everything over a hundred times and making sure that there were no loopholes, he slowly nodded his head.
"Yang Qiu, I know what tricks you have. I think you must have the confidence to win. Since you suggested a bet, Then, what is the bet? How many valuable items do you have on you? "
Yang Qiu said faintly with a smile that was not a smile.
"Anything?"
Dishi Yuan looked at Yang Qiu and snorted. He proudly raised his head and said with a cold laugh,
"Whatever you want, just say it. My family can afford to compensate you. Kid, I'm just afraid that your appetite is too small. Your net worth is not high enough!"
Yang Qiu smiled faintly. He pointed at the Devourer Equipment beside him and said sarcastically.
"I will use these two sets of Devourer Equipments to bet. Can you afford to pay?"
Dishi Yuan's expression suddenly changed. He had just boasted, but now he had been slapped in the face by Yang Qiu.
That's right. He was afraid that even the ruling family behind him wouldn't be able to afford these two sets of ruling families.
"You. . . !"
Dishi Yuan was so angry that he was about to flip out, but Dishi Yan waved his hand and said coldly:
"Alright, just these two sets of Devourer Equipments. . . !"
Before he finished his words, Yang Qiu rushed to say.
"Wait, I still have more than ten sets of Innate Spiritual Treasures with me. I want to add these things as well, as well as these!"
As he spoke, he took out a large pile of things from his storage bracelet, causing everyone to be dumbfounded.
There were too many things in his bracelet of holding. All sorts of valuable and worthless things were piled up in a messy manner. They were colorful and looked like a cluster of flowers. If one were to talk about value. . . For some of the first-grade heirs, it was also very terrifying. However, for these Imperial Son, it was simply a joke.
The people behind Dishi Yan almost laughed out loud.
It turned out that other than the two sets of Devourer Equipments, this fellow was a pauper.
This Devourer Equipment was most likely not his. Otherwise, who do you think this bastard is? A mere low-rank Moon Luminary reptile actually dared to stand on equal footing with all the peak Young Master of the three great foreign races?
On what basis?
This fellow's skin was truly too thick.
Even Dishi Cha's face was gloomy at this moment. When he laid on the ground, his eyes were flickering with a gloomy gaze.
He didn't like these things. However, Dishi Cha believed that this guy must have some kind of trick.
At this time, Dishi Yan was also sizing up Yang Qiu from head to toe. These things were mixed with all kinds of messy things. He was too lazy to look at them.
His goal was these two sets of Devourer Equipments. Also, what he was most worried about was Yang Qiu's means.