There are lush ancient trees located in the hills behind the college. A body is lying in the woods, with blood stains on the corners of the mouth and a childish face.
If you observe carefully, you can see the air around his body rippling slightly, like a stone falling into a lake.
Dao Ling's body underwent terrible changes. Every inch of his muscles were stretching and contracting, bursting out with powerful force. The air shook constantly during the vibrations, and his bones made piercing sounds.
The energy contained in the blood of the Fire Lin Beast is extremely powerful. Under the mysterious effect of "Swallowing the Sky", all this violent energy is turned into food to replenish his weak body.
This kind of intensity can be described as terrifying.
Dao Ling was very excited. The problem that had been bothering him was now solved. His eyes were a little red, and he wanted to look up to the sky and roar.
I can finally become stronger!
Crackling!
Hundreds of bones roared together, the five internal organs vibrated, the muscles continued to expand and contract, and the spine was revived like a young dragon, deriving extremely powerful energy.
"So strong!" Daoling exclaimed with his eyes wide open. He could feel that his current body seemed to be countless times stronger than before. Every inch of muscle was filled with explosive energy, as if it could break a stone.
"This skill is so terrifying. I wonder who created this method for a madman?" Dao Ling's little face was full of shock. Recalling the mysterious woman's words, he couldn't help but said: "One hundred thousand catties? Really?
Can it be achieved?"
"It's definitely possible. Even the fatal cultivation method of swallowing the blood of ferocious beasts has been successful. Maybe it can really be a hundred thousand kilograms of strength!" Dao Ling exclaimed, if this matter spreads, the whole Qingzhou will tremble.
In the realm of body training, what is tested is the physical talent, which is also the initial energy, and it is very important!
"However, I can't get the blood of high-level ferocious beasts." Dao Ling frowned suddenly. The introduction of "Swallowing the Sky" requires swallowing the blood of rare ferocious beasts to strengthen the body, and the blood requirement must be stronger every time.
OK!
And the most important thing is that he must swallow the blood of a mythical beast to break through the limit and reach a hundred thousand kilograms of strength. This gave him a headache. Divine beasts are extremely terrifying existences. Where can he get such a thing?
"One hundred thousand catties is a bit impossible for me." Dao Ling shook his head. If he couldn't find the blood of the mythical beast, it would be impossible to have the strength of one hundred thousand catties. However, he felt happy in his heart. Fifty thousand catties was a must.
of!
"Wang Ya, Wang Ling!"
Dao Ling's fist hit the ground so hard that the earth shook. A big tree next to it trembled three times, and the leaves were flying. An icy cold air also swept out, and the air temperature dropped rapidly.
"I will definitely kill you two!" He gritted his teeth and roared in his heart. If "Swallowing the Sky" hadn't been able to swallow the blood of ferocious beasts, he would be a corpse now. Especially Wang Ya, she deceived me with her feelings, she deserves to die!
In the academy, he was faced with cold eyes. How much Dao Ling longed to have a friend, but he didn't expect that his only friend was always using him.
"You guys just wait for me!" Dao Ling slowly stood up, his face was filled with cold air, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will make you pay a heavy price. I, Dao Ling, am not that easy to bully!"
He kept suppressing the rage boiling in his heart, took a deep breath and said in his heart: "As long as I can continue to swallow the blood of vicious beasts, my strength will increase rapidly. I must find a way to obtain the blood of vicious beasts."
Later, Dao Ling asked suspiciously: "What kind of treasure is the ore that Lame Dad got in the mine?"
As Wang Ling, he coveted Lan Jing so much. Wang Ya even did not hesitate to betray her appearance and spent a lot of time talking about herself. This showed that Lan Jing was very cherished just now.
But there were still baskets of these crystal stones at home, and they were all thrown away by the lame man. Some scraped the bottom of pots, some picked their toes, and some put them on the table...
Moreover, blue crystal is not a particularly good ore. There are a few pieces that are more beautiful than blue crystal in terms of scattered luminosity, because the bad ones are like picking your toes, and the good ones are used as glass balls to play with. Cripples often put the ores in various corners of their bodies when sleeping.
, which has always confused him, because the lame man is not a money man.
"As long as I sell one, I can get a lot of ferocious beast blood!" Dao Ling said with a smile on his little face.
"Sleep God, what are you doing here?"
A cold snort suddenly came, and a young man walked out arrogantly, staring at him with disdainful eyes, and he was very confused about why the instructor let him go today.
Dao Ling's expression turned cold when he saw the person coming. He was Qian Lin's younger brother. He also had a strength of three thousand kilograms in the realm of body training. He would often cause trouble for him.
"What am I doing here? Do I still need to explain to you?" Dao Ling's fists were clenched, and he could feel the force of the implosion in his muscles. A joyful look flashed across his face, because he understood that in this world, as long as he has strength,
You won't be bullied.
"Okay, you have grown up, how dare you speak to me like this? I think you are looking for death!" Qian Yi's face darkened, and shouted: "It is unjust to not give you a beating!"
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, his fists were clenched, his body suddenly rushed in, and he rushed out, shouting: "Remember, you will always be a waste, and you will always be beaten by me!"
Staring at the body that was charging towards him, Dao Ling snorted coldly. In the past, he would probably have been injured by him, but now it was a different matter. It was just a good time to test his current strength.
When Qian Yi walked in, he jumped up and punched his jaw, trying to break several of his teeth.
Dao Ling's face was full of grimness, his fists were clenched tightly, and a bell rang as the bones collided, and he hit the incoming fist.
"Haha, trash is trash, let's see how I destroy your arm today!" In response to his counterattack, Qian Yi laughed instead of getting angry. How could a sleeping god still want to overturn the world?
The two fists clashed together, and there was a sudden sound of bone cracking. Qian Yi's body suddenly stiffened, and he felt that his fist no longer belonged to him.
Qian Yi started to tremble all over, and then fell hard to the ground. He knelt on his legs like a shrimp, and blood flew from his hands.
Dao Ling clenched his fists, and the smile that appeared on his face became a bit brighter. He looked at Qian Yi's trembling eyes and said lightly: "You asked for this."
Qian Yi was almost furious. He stood up and roared: "You trash, you hit me. You are dead. You are in big trouble. You are going to be unlucky!"
"Qian Yi, it's because you are useless, and you still call me a waste. I think you are a waste, right?" Dao Ling walked up and shook his head slightly.
"You are looking for death, you bastard, you are the waste!" Qian Yi was completely angry and shouted: "You are the waste, you are going to be in bad luck!"
With the threatening voice, Dao Ling couldn't help but laugh and said: "I haven't figured out the situation yet. It's you who are finished now, not me."
The corners of Dao Ling's mouth curled up in an indifferent arc. Under the latter's frightened gaze, the soles of his feet suddenly pressed down, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and the air exploded.
With a sound of "Bump!", Qian Yi's body flew backwards into the air, fell into the grass, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and let out a shrill scream.
Qian Yi was sobbing all over, and stared at Dao Ling with resentful eyes. The other person's cold eyes made him tremble violently. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Dao Ling, wait for me, you hit me."
No one can save you, just wait to die, my brother will kill you, and you will be in trouble soon!"
Qian Yi was furious and a little shocked at the same time. Isn't he a waste? His punching power just now was so terrifying. How is this possible?
"I also want to see how I died." Looking at the shadow of the rat scurrying around, Dao Ling said lightly, and then he clenched his fist. He could feel that his body was very strong now, and he didn't use all his strength just now.
"We must improve our strength quickly. If bitches like Wang Ling and Wang Ya know that I am still alive, they will definitely come to trouble me." Dao Ling took a deep breath and hurried home.
In a low house in the innermost part of the slum, no one would have guessed that there are baskets of rare ores hidden inside.
When he came to the house, Dao Ling skillfully took out a basket from under the bed. There were pieces of colorful stones scattered in it.
Some are as red as blood, some are as green as divine jade, some are as bright as stars, and some are as red as a canopy.
Dao Ling's eyes were fixed on the dozen or so stones inside. After looking around, he hid the basket inside again and said, "It's better that the things inside don't move. It would be troublesome if someone notices it. Wait.
When lame dad comes back, he must ask him where he got it."
His footsteps appeared in the kitchen, and his eyes were fixed on the copper-colored stone used by the lame man to scrape the bottom of the pot. It was like a drill bit, about the size of a thumb.
"That's it!" Dao Ling looked at the red copper. This piece is for scraping the bottom of the pot. It should be the worst. Although the lame man said before that he couldn't take it out, he said that if you have the ability, all these things are
your.
"Let's first see how strong the Tian Tian technique is." Dao Ling put away the red copper, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and practiced, preparing to practice for a while.