Hu Huan didn't go to class in the afternoon, not because he wanted to be lazy, but because he was really doing business.
He spent the whole afternoon thinking about how to get promoted.
Hu Huan now urgently needs to improve his combat effectiveness.
Almost all professionals can gradually sense their promotion conditions after taking up the job, especially after entering the Shadow of All Things, this sense will deepen. The very few people who cannot sense their promotion conditions are most likely because their qualifications are too poor.
, there is no chance of promotion at all.
Hu Huan has been in and out of the Shadow of All Things several times. He is an old master himself, so he quickly summed up his promotion conditions.
He looked at the line of words he wrote on the white paper: "Control muscles 34%, promotion condition, control muscles 100%." He looked thoughtful.
Ling Xiao needs eight conditions to advance to the second level: for example, he must meet the upper limit of spiritual power, for example, he must rely on his own strength to create a fetish card... The conditions are very complicated.
The conditions for his promotion are simple and straightforward, which is to develop the ability to manipulate muscles to 100%. There is no second condition. It is simple and crude, which is very consistent with the style of a thug.
He knows that the promotion conditions for each professional are different, even if they are from the same family. Not every thug will awaken the ability to manipulate muscles. The promotion of other thugs will definitely not meet this condition, otherwise Yan
Xiao Xi, Anna Sui, and the second-level professional from the Stark Group he killed had no chance of promotion.
This promotion condition is almost tailor-made for Hu Huan.
Hu Huan is deeply involved in both the Twelve New Methods and the Classical Methods. Because of his rich experience, Hu Huan knows that there are many shortcuts for professional advancement, but there is no such thing as manipulating muscles.
Hu Huan sighed quietly and said to himself: "I still want to find a trick, but with this promotion condition, there is no way to trick it, I can only force it!"
If you want to improve your ability to control muscles, the only way is to exercise.
There are many ways to exercise, but almost all of the most effective methods point to the classical method.
Because of the decline of the vitality of heaven and earth, before the Northern Song Dynasty, there was still the practice of directly refining qi to enter the Tao. During the Yuan and Ming dynasties, it became the only way to enter the Tao through martial arts. Simply refining qi can no longer comprehend the qi of heaven and earth.
Hu Huan heard these things from the mouths of those old antiques from the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers.
Hu Huan came down the mountain late. When he came down, the cultivation of the classical monks had already begun to decline.
Almost all the classical monks he knew were martial arts masters, proficient in various postures and physical techniques.
"Do we need to re-learn the Xuantian Transformation Technique?"
Hu Huan was a little confused. Although the vitality of heaven and earth had recovered, it was still meager, far less than the surging spiritual power. If he wanted to rely on classical methods to cultivate Qi, he would be as slow as an old cow.
But modern methods of physical exercise are inferior to classical methods, unless they use instruments, rituals, various medicines and spiritual objects, but the probability that Hu Huan can obtain those things now is extremely low.
Hu Huan hesitated for a long time, and finally retrieved from his memory the authentic Taoist teachings taught by his master back then.
I decided to pick it up and practice my childhood skills.
The Xuantian Transformation Technique is not a spell, but a systematic practice method. Back then, his master relied on this Xuantian Transformation Technique to practice to the point of soaring to the top.
Hu Huan finally decided on the path he should choose, but he did not hesitate anymore and returned to Xiaowo Cave Heaven with a thought.
He wanted to look for the medicinal materials left behind from that time. If they had not expired yet, they could be used to assist his practice.
Hu Huan returned to Xiaowodongtian, lying comfortably on a six-hundred-year-old antique sofa. He lit a King of the World cigar, holding the cigar in his mouth. He grabbed it in vain, and there was an extra bottle in his hand.
Shaoxing old yellow rice wine over 120 years old.
Hu Huan has lived in Europe and the United States for many years, and he also knows that cigars and red wine go well together, but he is still used to drinking rice wine, especially Shaoxing's fine wine, when smoking cigars.
When alone, Hu Huan prefers to enjoy freedom rather than being arrogant.
The light yellow wine rippled slightly in the crystal cup. Hu Huan reached out and pressed his forehead, sighing faintly.
He is actually very lonely!
He misses his master a little and misses his old friends. Although he has many new friends now, he still misses them a little.
Hu Huan took a sip of rice wine, held up the wine glass, held a cigar between his legs, stood up, walked a few steps, and then disappeared.
Xiaowo Cave is not only a few hundred square meters of space. In fact, this cave is divided into four floors. In the early years, he did not live on the first floor. This was the owner's place. He lived on the third floor.
The first floor is only a few hundred square meters, like a cave. It is the center of Xiaowo Cave Heaven. It contains Master Hu Huan's Taoist books, magic weapons, spiritual materials, as well as his collection of practice methods and practice notes of various new methods.
The second level covers more than ten square kilometers and only contains one thing, the Lingquan Eye!
A spiritual vein can be born from a single spiritual spring eye. If the ancient sects did not have a high-quality spiritual spring eye, they would not be able to pass on the inheritance. For a single spiritual spring eye, two sects would be able to fight each other and become enemies for thousands of years.
Later, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth declined, and many sects disappeared. The spiritual springs that these sects regarded as the foundation of their sects also dried up one by one, and they could no longer swallow spiritual essence.
These dry spiritual springs, in the Age of Ending Dharma, are like some cities that have been exhausted and abandoned by humans, and no one cares about them at all.
In order to test an idea, Hu Huan collected 103 spiritual spring eyes.
Fortunately, Hu Huan's master taught him a secret method, otherwise he would not have been able to collect the spiritual spring eye into the Small Snail Cave.
The third level of Xiaowodongtian covers an area of more than fifty square kilometers, and has been cultivated into more than a thousand spiritual fields. However, these spiritual fields are now completely deserted. All the exotic flowers and plants, spiritual roots and fairy seedlings have not lost their spiritual energy, but have degraded into
Everything is just scorched branches and leaves, no longer alive, a ruined scene.
Hu Huan appeared on the third floor of Xiaowo Cave. He did not look at the spiritual root fairy seedlings that the owner and himself had painstakingly transplanted. He put his hands in his bags, walked around, and stood next to a spiritual field. He felt a little bit sad.
A little excited.
A small white flower bloomed in this spiritual field.
Swaying gently in the breeze.
This spiritual field was planted with some unworthy demon grass back then, and he had forgotten what kind of spiritual beasts it was intended to feed. Anyway, it was not for people to eat, nor for him to eat, nor was it used to make elixirs.
The aura of this little white flower was so mixed that it could only be regarded as a demon grass. In fact, it was not even a demon grass. Hu Huan was very sure that it was of no value to him.
But, how many years has it been since we saw life?
"I didn't expect that such a demonic grass could grow in the spiritual field."
Hu Huan stretched out his hand and pulled out the little white flower by its roots, played with it for a while, and then turned back to the first floor.
Although Hu Huan had awakened his memory, he had been unwilling to go down. He just didn't want to face the dry spiritual springs, the barren spiritual fields, and the dead exotic flowers and plants, as well as the spiritual root fairy seedlings.
Because he knew that he would definitely feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
Xiaowodongtian is the best treasure left to him by his master. There is everything here, but he failed to keep it and maintain it well. This feeling is difficult for outsiders to explain.
This time, he made an impromptu decision and went down to the third floor. Although he couldn't find any medicinal materials to assist his practice, the spiritual root fairy seedlings were still withered and degraded. Hu Huan was still a little happy.
He couldn't bear to part with his usual hammered glass, so he found a crystal cup and threw the small white flowers in his hand into the crystal cup. Because there was no water in the small snail cave, he also poured half a cup of rice wine.
There was no movement at first, just like an ordinary small flower. When Hu Huan poured wine into the wine glass, the roots of this small white flower opened, and the rice wine in the glass shook a little, reducing it by one-third.
Hu Huan was surprised and said with a smile: "You seem to be quite capable of drinking!"
This little thing can actually drink, so it will be easy to make a living.
Hu Huan was too lazy to think about this monster grass. He flicked the extinguished King of the World cigar and relit it. He put it to his mouth and took a puff, continuing to relax his emotions.
After smoking a cigar, the husband fox put the newly picked small white flowers into his pocket. His body was like a dream, like a bubble, like dew and like electricity...
Disappear in the small snail cave!
Hu Huan was really worried about placing a living creature in Xiaowo Cave.
Hu Huan returned to the dormitory, found an enamel basin for washing, and went to the bathroom to fill half the tank of water. Unexpectedly, this little white flower started to squeak, its roots spread out, and it rested on the mouth of the enamel basin.
Reluctant to go down for anything.
Hu Huan had no choice but to pour water and replace it with half a jar of rice wine. The little thing gathered its roots comfortably, stuck it in the enamel jar, and sucked it until the rice wine bones were bubbling.
Hu Huan put it on the windowsill and sat cross-legged on the bed. Without auxiliary medicinal materials, Xuantian Transformation Technique still needed to be practiced.
Although the classical method is difficult to advance, it can improve his physical fitness and allow him to meet the advancement needs of thugs as soon as possible.
Hu Huan practiced for several hours, but he didn't know when he fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up in the morning again, Hu Huan rolled on the bed and suddenly felt unhappy because Ling Xiao didn't show up again and he didn't have breakfast again.
"What happened to sister Ling Xiao?"
"Why haven't you seen anyone for two days?"
"Do you want to go find her?"
"Forget it, she shouldn't be in any danger. After all, there are many people in the Ling family."
When Hu Huan thought of this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He turned over and sat up. After a while, he finally grasped the key to the problem.
He had never had many before, but just now, Hu Huan suddenly discovered something, that is, there are too many professionals from various countries in Beijing recently.
Even if this was one of the core cities in the world, there wouldn't be so many professionals. Those professionals would never come here specifically to assassinate him.
How could a young boy who was only a first-level person, who was even an awakened person a few days ago, provoke so many professionals and travel across the ocean to hunt him down?
What's more, these people almost all entered Beijing before the start of Special Class 25.
Hu Huan said to himself; "They assassinated me, it was only possible by chance, more like..."
"It's a rainy day to beat a child. It's just free time. There's nothing to do anyway, so just kill me for a while."
Hu Huan is an old fox with seven hundred years of wisdom. He had not thought about this situation carefully before, but now he thought about it carefully and guessed something from these clues.
"Something big must happen near the capital."
"These foreign professionals are flocking here, and nine times out of ten, it's just for this matter."
"Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Stark, the Red Sun Group, the Demon Ling Family, and many professional groups suddenly gathered in this city."
"But what big thing is going to happen here?"
Hu Huan thought for a while and realized that he knew that his information was insufficient and he must not be able to figure it out, so he decided to find someone to ask.
At the Capital Airport in the early morning, an ocean-going flight taxied slowly. Ten minutes later, among a group of passengers, there was a middle-aged man with stubborn short hair, a high-end customized suit, and a calfskin suitcase in his hand.
, walked out of the Capital Airport.
As soon as he left the airport, a special car came to pick him up. The middle-aged man got into the special car. In the passenger seat, a beautiful secretary-looking woman asked: "Mr. Zhou, we have booked a hotel for you. Do you want to go and rest first?"
Go have breakfast first?"
Zhou Qiusheng laughed and said, "Go directly to see your old friend."
The beautiful secretary did not dare to say anything, so she could only turn around and ask the driver to go straight to the hotel booked by Hexel and the Red Sun Group.
Zhou Qiusheng also decided to stay here. When he arrived at the hotel, he didn't go to his room at all. Instead, he politely knocked on Hexel's door.
Hexel was so anxious after being tortured yesterday and couldn't get back the three lost spiritual objects that Hexel almost went crazy.
Of course she knows about Hu Huan. Information about Hu Huan has been flying all over the sky recently.
The first one is that he is born with a special ability that can increase the chance of Ling Xiao, the eldest daughter of the Demonic Ling family, to create a god card.
The second one is that more than a dozen countries and transnational organizations have issued death orders against this boy. Even the Red Sun Group has issued them to their team. Hexel also knows that Max under his command has taken action.
,but failed.
The third one is that this boy actually killed a group of Stark Group combatants, which shocked all professionals in the capital, including officials from various countries and senior executives of multinational organizations.
Hexel was very sure that it was because of his appearance at the Museum of Modern Literature yesterday that the boy found some loophole and confirmed that Max had sneak-attacked him, so he came over to destroy the place.
Hexel was really angry and funny. She didn't think that a mere first-order thug could make a big difference.
Even if Hu Huan had an extremely brilliant record and wiped out a combat team of the Stark Group by herself, as a top level three professional, she would not be afraid, she would just find it troublesome.
One of his subordinates chased the other party, but after he failed, they came to visit him. This matter...
It’s really troublesome!
When Hexel heard someone knocking on the door, he thought it was the Qianlong Army who had sent negotiators. Hexel opened the door and was greeted by a smiling face as warm as the spring breeze.
This face...
The level of terror is second only to the third level and fifth level!
When Hexel saw Zhou Qiusheng, his face suddenly became colorful, as if he was seeing the end of the world, manifesting in human form and falling into the world.