[Martial arts]: "Changchun Kung" is perfect; "Wind and Thunder Step" is perfect; "Fuhu Fist" is perfect; "Da Kai Monument Hand" has not been started {16}, "Shenxiang Fist" has not been started {12}, "Red Dragon"
Heart Meridian Fetal Breathing Chapter" Dacheng.
[Attribute value]:18
"Has the proficiency level of 4 been improved?" Bai Shu glanced at the value of Xiangquan, "There is still a long way to go."
I took dozens of Jade Bone Pills last night until my body could no longer digest the power of the medicine. Under the influence of the pills, my body was much stronger than before.
In the bones that have gradually turned into a jade color, the blood flows like the Yangtze River, and the energy and blood boiling all over the body can be compared to a red-hot copper furnace.
But despite this, he still couldn't withstand the consumption of the fist pile.
It is unimaginable how Mr. Zhao Er, who had only just started practicing, could reach a small or even a great level of cultivation.
After raising the Red Dragon Heart Sutra to Dacheng, the attribute value is only a pitiful 18 points.
18 o'clock.
In the first few days when the zombies broke out, even if it was only 1 point, Bai Zhu was extremely happy.
And now...
I don’t know when and how long it will be before I can start practicing Shenxiang Boxing, so I won’t list it for the time being.
Just to raise the Red Dragon Heart Sutra to perfection, to reach the perfect state of capturing the white tiger and achieving the dust-free body, a full 230 attribute points are needed.
If ordinary people were transformed into living corpses, there would be a total of 230 living corpses.
This is just the fetal breath, and the subsequent training of acupoints, Yang Fu... I don't know how much more it will be than now.
18 o'clock is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket in terms of the current situation.
Bai Zhu shook his head secretly, and an illusory red dragon wandered around the body, passing through the meridians and bones.
The Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth was pulled and refined independently by the red dragon. This time when he stood on the boxing pile, he had already withdrawn three points of his strength. When the blood and Qi were about to dry up, he hurriedly stopped.
Coupled with the Jade Bone Pill and the completed mental method, the mental loss is far less serious than yesterday.
Bai Shu himself could not have imagined that Dacheng's Red Dragon Heart Sutra would be so beneficial to the practice of Shenxiang Boxing.
In martial arts practice, realm comes first.
Fortunately, it was not too late for me to understand.
The reason why I did not take the lead in improving the Red Dragon Heart Sutra yesterday, but took the Jade Bone Pill, was because I hoped to push the Divine Elephant Boxing to the point of entry, and then use the remaining attribute values to improve it.
It turned out that I still took it for granted.
The proficiency level is 12, leaving 88, which can only be accumulated in the Year of the Monkey and the Year of the Horse.
Xiao Cheng's mental method and many things in the Boxing Sutra are all in the clouds. The transfer of a key point requires a long time to figure out.
Observe patterns.
Using skills to control Tao is not the right path after all, but using Tao to control skills is a long-term solution.
The realm is the level of the great road, and the magical power is just the art of protecting the road.
I was frightened by the Divine Elephant Fist, and I blindly pursued killing power, but in fact I was sacrificing the first and the last.
Seeing Bai Shu coming towards this side after finishing his work, Tie Zhu couldn't help but say:
"How did it become like that?"
He was good at making gestures, but he hesitated and couldn't come up with any appropriate words.
"normal."
Atractylodes was activated fiercely, and the invisible and qualityless Yuan Qi poured into the body from the pores. After being refined by the red dragons, his face became rosy again.
"You will be like this in the future." He patted Tie Zhu on the shoulder, "You will always be like this when practicing boxing."
Then, he was satisfied to see Tie Zhu showing the expected panic expression.
"Kill a living corpse?"
Seeing Bai Shu coming over, Xie Fanjing jumped off the box, eager to try.
The tabby cat was held in her arms obediently, its ears pricked up like a rabbit.
"etc."
Bai Zhu couldn't help but reach out and touch the cat's head. The soft touch of the fur made him breathe easier.
For the sake of attribute value, and also for the fist intention of Zangyue Tower that can be eliminated at any time, Bai Shu cannot just sit in the alchemy room.
"Let me ask you something."
He gently scratched the tabby cat's chin and smiled slightly.
Yan Peng, who was still in shock, was distracted and barely reacted until Bai Shu came within ten steps of him.
"Sir." He dragged his injured leg and managed to stand up against the wall.
"What are your orders, Master?" Yan Peng forced a smile on Bai Shu's face, "Young master, I will definitely do it."
"Nothing." Bai Zhu pressed his hand down and motioned for him to sit down.
"Your legs..." Baizhu looked over meaningfully, "I think they belong to Tie Yan."
"It seems I guessed it right." Ignoring Yan Peng's sudden change in expression, Bai Shu moved his face closer and spoke in a low voice:
"Although you talked about Tie Yanluo yesterday, you were vague about the people who came to Fenyin with him."
"Tell me." Bai Zhu looked into his eyes, "Be more detailed."
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While Bai Shu was questioning Yan Peng, in Fenyin City, the Zhao family's west mansion.
In a dark building underground, shirtless and bare-chested men were lying on the floor with their arms and legs spread out. On the mahogany table, cups and plates were in a mess.
"Yan Peng..."
In the hall, which smelled of alcohol and sweat, two people were sitting opposite each other.
A young man in a green robe held a pretty girl in his arms. The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and her wrists, as white as frost and snow, were deeply mottled and bruised.
She gingerly drank wine for the young man in green robe, but her hand shook and she accidentally spilled a few drops.
"Bad maid!"
The young man's face darkened, and he slapped her away with a wave of his palm. His true energy surged in his body, and he had strong thoughts of killing her on the spot.
"My dear brother, wait a moment."
Opposite him, a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe and had a three-foot-long beard stopped him.
"There aren't many women in the first place. If I ask my wise brother to beat her to death, what will the brothers do?"
"Too……"
After thinking again and again, the young man in green robe took back his hand.
Ignoring the girl, he bowed his head and retreated, and the two of them continued to drink.
"Yan Peng, what's wrong with Yan Peng?" the long-bearded scribe asked with a frown.
"He was punished by the adults and hasn't come back for a day." The young man raised a glass and drank to himself, with a worried look on his face, "I wonder if something will happen to Lao Yan."
The long-bearded scribe was startled when he heard this. He clinked a drink with the young man in green robe. When he lowered his head, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Living corpses can't keep you entertained, but there are so many living people in the city." The young man in green robe sighed, "Old Yan is in a difficult situation."
The long-bearded scribe was about to speak when suddenly, a burst of footsteps came from below.
His whole body felt like an electric shock. He jumped up from the table and stood respectfully with his hands lowered, followed closely by the young man in green robe.
"Damn it, get up!"
The young man in green robe lowered his voice and kicked the man who was still sleeping soundly next to him.
Not long after, all the slumped men on the ground stood up, their heads bowed deeply, and the hall was filled with darkness.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The footsteps were extremely light, but they were extremely clear in the hall where the drop of a needle could be heard.
"Gu~"
Some people couldn't help but swallowed, and beads of sweat rolled down from their temples.
squeak~
After an unknown amount of time, the secret door in the far corner of the hall was gently pushed open.
Dressed in red, a slender man in red raised his head. His face was covered with a strict iron mask, and under the dark sky, it glowed with an extremely cold and hard metallic color.
Tick tock, tick tock...
Blood dripped from the red sleeves and formed a line on the ground.
"Where's Huang Er?" He raised his face slightly and breathed slowly, "My dog seems to be missing?"
"Yan Peng didn't come back yesterday." The young man in green robe had to come out. He bowed respectfully. "Maybe he has..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sharp scream from the ground.
Endless resentment and despair hit hard, like a cold ghost crying on a rainy night in late autumn.
The young man in green robe turned pale. When he forced himself to calm down and wanted to continue speaking, he saw the man in red stretched out his finger and shook him gently.
After more than half of the incense stick, the screams from the ground subsided and became inaudible. At this time, many people present were already wet with sweat.
"Does it sound good?"
He smiled in his throat, his voice like soft catkins.
“Sounds great!”
"Go find him." The man in red looked at the pale young man in green robe, his voice became softer and softer, he knelt down and slowly leaned his face towards the young man's ear.
