The Resurgence of Urban Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 41 Immortal Cells

Li Fubai looked a little dazed, this recovery power is a bit illusory, even if he is a cultivator, he can't guarantee that he can repair his damaged body so quickly, unless he waits for the golden core stage of cultivation base to advance What special physiques should be specially cultivated.

The white coats attacked again, and they were much more ferocious than before, completely defiant and fearless.

Li Fubai didn't care, but was more interested in Han Feng's research. Are these white coats the product of his god-making plan?

"Then I want to see what you man-made gods are capable of." Facing the oncoming attack, Li Fubai smiled calmly, and instantly turned into an afterimage and squeezed into the battle group.

The sound of bone cracking, cracking, and wails mixed together to form a magic sound piercing through the ears. Li Fubai was interspersed in the white coat, and did not use his true energy, just punching and retracting cleanly.

The longer he fought, the more he was sure that this group of white coats really didn't know how to punch at all, and they were throwing their fists with all their strength, even the street hooligans couldn't match their fighting skills.

It's strange and strange, no matter whether they have a broken arm or a broken leg, as long as they take out that strange syringe and put it in, they can recover in less than a minute, and continue to rush up to fight again with the bastard fist.

Moreover, as the number of injected injections increased, the cold aura familiar to Li Fubai became more and more obvious.

The battle was still going on, Han Feng sneered again and again, these white coats had been transplanted with his artificial immortal cells, each of them was a monster who was not afraid of death, tireless, and was good at playing consumption.

Maybe the combat power can't be compared with the warriors who have entered the ranks, but if a dozen of them go up together and grind slowly, even the real warriors will not get any benefits.

"Master Wang, is this man a warrior?" But Han Feng also became more and more startled the more he looked at it. Li Fubai had been fighting with his subordinates for more than ten minutes from the beginning to now, and he didn't show any sign of weakness in physical strength. Worryingly asked the third-rank martial artist Master Wang who was disguised as a guard.

"No, don't worry, if you delay for a while, he will definitely lose."

Master Wang is very confident. He bears the orthodox inheritance. Although due to his talent, he is only a third-rank warrior at the age of 70, he is very confident in his own eyesight.

From Master Wang's point of view, although Li Fubai could easily deal with those white coats, he relied on his body's strength to fight the whole process, and he didn't feel the energy in his body that only half a warrior can have.

If you haven't cultivated your strength, you are not a warrior. Since you are not a warrior, it is naturally not worth mentioning.

Han Feng obviously believed in Master Wang's judgment, but he was also suffering in his heart. Li Fubai's white-coated men should not be too cruel, just like punching a child.

Seeing his subordinates crazily injecting himself with injections, Han Feng felt very distressed. These injections are all supplements he has researched, and each injection of supplements is very valuable. It took so much effort for such a little effort, it is simply burn money.

"Master Wang, why don't you go up?" Han Feng was so distressed that he wanted to realize his dream of creating a god, the first thing he needed was a huge amount of funds, and burning money was burning his heart.

Master Wang was obviously very dissatisfied with Han Feng's suggestion, and even a boy with stronger fists was worthy of troublesome martial artist like him.

But after thinking about it, Master Wang still agreed, there is no way, who asked him to ask Han Feng, he is already over 70 this year, and with his talent, he has no hope of breaking through to the second-rank martial artist in this life, maybe it won't be long , bodily functions will decline rapidly.

He offended too many people when he was young, and Master Wang didn't want to wait for those people to bully him in the future. He was already very old. Now, only the immortal cells researched by Han Feng are his only hope.

"Wait, let's see the old man take his head with one move." Master Wang shook the clothes he was wearing, revealing his mastery.

"Stand back, don't hinder Master Wang's action." Seeing that Master Wang agreed, Han Feng hurriedly yelled for those white coats to get out of the way.

Those white coats were also secretly glad that they finally didn't have to fight. They were just cultural people doing research, and they really didn't like fighting.

Although being injured by Li Fubai can quickly recover with the help of immortal cells, the current immortal cells have a lot of side effects, and accidents will happen if you inject too much.

Immediately he stopped fighting, and the white coats retreated in a hurry. Li Fubai was a little pity, why didn't he fight anymore? I haven't figured out where the limit of your weird resilience is.

Li Fubai's beating was so enjoyable just now, he broke his arms and then his legs, broke his ribs and then smashed his skull. Xinxi, the perfect sandbag.

Of course, if you want to deal with them, it's easy. If you want to be more violent, you just blow your head off. After all, you can grow a broken arm, so is it possible that you can grow a new one after losing your head?It's even easier to be more civilized. Just a random spell of fixing the body can make them stand and punish them forever. They can't be beaten to death, and they can starve to death.

"Boy, if you don't want to go through the pain before you die, I advise you to get caught now." At this time, Master Wang posed like a figure of two, and pulled him close like two hundred and fifty thousand, and said disdainfully: "Don't force Master Ben to do it, otherwise, you won't even be able to leave a whole body behind."

"Eh..." Li Fubai felt a little melancholy when he looked at Master Wang, who was so superior. Are you sure you want to pretend to be with me?

"Boy, the old man advises you not to make mistakes. If you kneel down now, I can promise you a euthanasia." Master Wang stretched out his hand and held it in front of him like a tiger's claw. There was a gust of wind, look, this is The strength of the warrior, the old man's paws go down, pinching the steel plate is like pinching plasticine, just ask you if you are afraid!

"Scare me? I can do this too." Li Fubai was amused, and also stretched out a hand, and shook it in front of him.

"boom!"

When the slender fingertips touched the palm, there was a sonic boom in the air, which made people's eardrums tingle, and it was many times louder than Master Wang's howling wind.

Li Fubai put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Hey, I also advise you not to make mistakes, if you kneel down now, I can let you get out alive."

"Boy looking for death, I see you are tired of life, who are you, dare to talk to me like that!" Master Wang's face flushed with anger, a boy who is not even a warrior dared to threaten him like this.

Although Li Fubai was a little surprised that he could hit a sonic boom with one hand, it is impossible to scare him. If you don't have energy, you are not a warrior. This old man can crush your head with one move!

Master Wang leaped towards him with a tiger leap, his hands turned red under the urging of the energy in his body, he wanted to smash Li Fubai to pieces with one palm!

"Hey, do you really think I...don't dare to kill people?"

Li Fubai said it easily, but he never kept the killing intent in his words. For ordinary people, he would not kill if he could, because it would bear inexplicable karma, which would be detrimental to future practice.

But whether it was warriors or those white coats with perverted resilience, they had obviously transcended the worries of ordinary people. Killing them was not considered bullying, let alone their killing intent first.

If you don't know how to live or die, if you kill it, you will kill it!

"I'll give you another chance, if my mouth still smells so bad next time... hehe."

Li Fubai smiled to see Master Wang's hot palms slapping his body, not even interested in hiding for a while.

"Finished?" Li Fubai asked.

"Forehead……"

Master Wang wanted to withdraw his hand in horror. He realized that he was wrong, and his mistake was very serious. The attack just now seemed to hit a lofty mountain, and it was nothing more than a fly shaking a tree.

Li Fubai slowly stretched out a slender white palm, and gently stroked Master Wang's head.

Immortal caressing the top does not necessarily require you to live forever, they may just want to blow your mind off.