The strong men of Tieta Village are the top combat power in Wanquan County. If even they never come back, it is almost certain that the ferocious beast is one of the three innate gods mentioned by the old patriarch - the Warcraft!
If there are any humans in Wanquan County who can pose a threat to them, I am afraid that the only ones stationed in the Beast Battlefield are the Demon Hunting Guards...
Ye Congwen stared blankly at the majestic mountains that seemed to cover the sky, as if the immortal road to heaven was spreading in the boundless void, and he had infinite longing in his heart: If he could practice magic one day, he must go up there and walk on it.
Once.
He reached into his arms and took out the blackened burial scripture, thinking of the sweet dream he had on the boat that day.
"There are also three Heavenly Rank exercises hidden in these vast mountains. Although I don't remember the names of the exercises and I don't know what the Heavenly Rank is, it doesn't stop me from looking for them! Two five-color sticks can be dug out from two-color soil.
Where’s the ginseng weighing a kilogram and the three, four and five colors of soil?”
Thinking of this, I quickly ran back to the boat to see if the precious medicinal materials were still there. I took the ginseng in my hand and looked at it carefully. I saw that it was muddy and dirty, so I simply washed it in the stream, removed the sediment and rot skin, and took it up for a look:
Ginseng is radiant and crystal clear. It is extraordinary at first sight, and the medicinal fragrance hits your nose. Just smelling it makes you energetic, as if the fatigue of the day has been swept away.
Ye Congwen clicked his tongue in wonder, thinking that if he ate it raw, the effect of the medicine would be too strong, and it would hurt the body, which would be bad. Last time, Ye Zhihua gave him three pheasants, which were just used to replenish his health...
When the sun went down, no hunters appeared. Ye Congwen rowed a boat to the village. Hunting animals always takes the longest time. Everyone brings their own dry food, and there is often no news for eight or nine days.
is normal.
When Ye Congwen returned home, he quickly went to the chicken coop to catch a pheasant weighing two or three kilograms, slaughtered the head and bled it, boiled water to scald the hair, and stewed a pot of soup with ginseng.
That ginseng is extremely strange, its surface is crystal clear, but after being cut open, it turns out to be black and yellow inside, with naturally intertwined patterns. Produced in two-color soil, it might as well be called a two-color ginseng!
Ye Congwen was afraid that the medicine would be too powerful and would harm his body, so he only took one kilogram of double-color ginseng for trial use.
After the firewood finished burning, Ye Congwen added some more charcoal before setting up the stew pot. He still understood the principle of simmering soup over a slow fire. Knowing that making soup is a task that tests patience, Ye Congwen had no choice but to practice Po Feng Fist from beginning to end.
Beat it carefully.
At first I just wanted to pass the time, but as I continued practicing, I suddenly found that I didn’t seem to be in the best shape at all.
Normally, the 108-style Breaking Fist seemed to be imprinted in my mind. Every time I made a move, the following moves seemed to come out of my own initiative. I did not need to think about the whole set of boxing skills. The movements were really smooth and natural.
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But today the situation was completely opposite. When I punched, I always felt that the angle, direction, strength and speed of the punch could be adjusted, and even the moves could be misplaced.
I kept denying and revising it, and by the time I was satisfied with a set of boxing techniques, several hours had passed!
Ye Congwen was immediately confused. Could it be because he cut a bisexual person?
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Is it caused by sucking the white juice when taking ginseng to avoid wasting it?
Thinking that this was the most likely possibility, his eyes shone wildly as he stared at the two pots of chicken soup! He quickly took two bamboo insulation mats and laid them on the table.
Carefully placing the pot of chicken soup on the bamboo mat, he reached out and took off the lid. The house was immediately filled with aroma, and the milky white and yellow soup made Ye Congwen feel hungry.
Picking up the rice bowl, I first filled a bowl of two-color ginseng chicken soup and took a sip. The taste of the chicken soup seemed to have not changed at all. It was still as rich and smooth as before, without any ginseng taste at all!
After waiting for several minutes, there was no response from the body. It was a big disappointment. After working for a long time, why not eat it raw? Ye Congwen continued to drink the chicken soup unwillingly, putting spoonfuls of it into his mouth. After a while, the bowl
It's bottomed out.
I was hesitating whether to have another bowl of ginseng chicken soup, but suddenly my whole body felt as if I had been thrown into a stove.
It felt vaguely like the blood had begun to boil, and the blood vessels felt hot when touched. Ye Congwen was so frightened that he jumped three feet from the stool.
The first thing I wanted to do was to take a shower of cold water to cool down. I jumped to the kitchen in one step. I looked back at the distance and was stunned. It was at least five meters away!
"What's going on? Is it my imagination?" Ye Congwen turned around and walked over again, and then measured the distance of the previous step with his footsteps.
"It's really five meters! Just a little more!"
Ye Congwen said in surprise. In order to confirm whether he felt something was wrong, he ran back again and jumped a step with all his strength!
Obviously, he was just hallucinating. The jump that he made with all his strength was only about three meters, but the distance of more than five meters just now was just a step he inadvertently took. The two are incomparable in terms of strength.
language.
"Maybe I took a few steps, but I just don't have the impression."
Ye Congwen felt a little disappointed. He wanted to go to the water tank behind the kitchen and take a cold shower, but suddenly he found that his whole body was warm and moist. He touched the blood vessels and they were no longer as hot as before.
"Alas--
The hot energy just now seems to have been suddenly exhausted, as if the cow has disappeared into the sea, and there is no more news."
Ye Congwen slowly sat on the stool, carefully savoring the feeling at that moment, hoping that the miracle of walking five meters in one step would come to him again.
But what was disappointing was that Ye Congwen waited quietly for more than ten minutes, and the blood in his body never fluctuated at all. He couldn't help but cursed in disappointment:
"What the hell! A bowl of two-color ginseng chicken soup was completely consumed in one step. Does the two-color ginseng have so much energy?"
Looking at the steaming two-color ginseng chicken soup on the table, I gritted my teeth and drank the entire pot of chicken soup in one go, waiting for my body's reaction.
"Well, my heartbeat is racing, my true energy is flowing, and my blood is getting hotter and hotter. It's exactly the same feeling as before. I have to hold it back no matter what this time!"
Ye Congwen gritted his teeth,
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He put his hands on the dining table, veins popped up on his face, and hot air came and went in his mouth and nose, like a panting cattle!
Suddenly there was a clanging sound of Qi and blood, and Ye Congwen shouted:
"here we go again!"
Just like before, he jumped three feet high, spanned five or six meters in one step, and jumped to the kitchen in an instant, as if his feet couldn't touch the ground. In four or five steps, he reached the hut at the end.
This time Ye Congwen could see clearly and count clearly. He walked more than 40 meters in just six steps. His accounting instinct made him laugh loudly:
"I ran 40 meters in six steps. The average step is at least six meters. I am even stronger than before!"
At this time, Ye Congwen was afraid that this powerful feeling would disappear in an instant, so he ran around the house several times and couldn't help but perform a complete set of Breaking Wind Fist.
It can be said that the punches are like breaking the wind, the strength is unparalleled, and the moves are endless, like a violent wind and rain, and like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. The speed of the punches is so fast that I can't control my hands. There seems to be an infinite power in the body that encourages the whole body.
All muscles and bones are eager to try.
No matter how long it took, Ye Congwen felt as if the abnormal strength in his body was being stripped away bit by bit by something, until his limbs gradually became weak.
I quickly ran back to the house and sat down at the dining table. I had finished the two-color ginseng chicken soup, so I had to eat pheasant meat.
But this time, even he was surprised. His stomach that was full before was now shriveled up. He ate two or three kilograms of chicken but didn't feel full at all.
"I actually ate three kilograms of chicken and one kilogram of two-color ginseng in one meal. Isn't this amount of food close to the minimum standard for giants?"
Ye Congwen was so happy that he ate one kilogram of two-color ginseng. If he finished all ten kilograms of two-color ginseng, he might be able to reach the standard of five kilograms of meat for the giants of the Mosaic and Leaf Tribes!
If you dig up three-color ginseng or four-color ginseng in the future, you will definitely be able to grow to the size of a giant of the mosaic and leaf tribes! This is really a perfect path!
Lying in bed thinking about today's unexpected harvest, all the hard work has paid off! It is not in vain that I have spent the past few days racking my brains and brains to study this burial scripture, and it is also worthy of the energy spent in searching for the treasure mountain these days.
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In the future, if you find the five-color ginseng in the five-color soil, once you swallow it and absorb it, I am afraid that your skill will not be weaker than that of the young man in white who knows magic, right?
Thinking of the scene of the young man in white attacking the rhinoceros-horned elephant with his hands, Ye Congwen looked extremely excited. He waved his hands in the air, as if he was transforming into a magician in white, beating the rhinoceros-horned elephant to the point where it knelt down and begged for mercy, and its brains exploded.
"I must dig up the five-color ginseng and find the heaven-level immortal method, and become a master like the boy in white!"
Ye Congwen's fighting spirit was high and he was very excited. He raised his fists and wanted to hit another 108-style Wind-breaking Fist.
I didn't expect that this chicken could not provide the same energy as the two-color ginseng soup. I waved my hand twice, and a feeling of powerlessness struck my heart. My eyelids suddenly felt heavy. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell into a drowsy sleep. Even the thunder could not wake me up.