Chapter 870 The treasure of luck, the top of Kunlun!
Gather your luck!
Just this characteristic is enough to make Fang Mu fascinated by the treasure of luck.
Direct absorption is a one-time transaction.
A treasure of luck, but it may be a long-term transaction.
For example, if he unifies Hell's Kitchen now, will he have good luck?
Although these luck squares cannot be seen, it does not mean that they are not there.
Judging from this dragon bone, luck is likely to be closely related to destiny. If he can gather luck through the treasure of luck, he may be able to get more destiny points.
"But that's not certain."
Fang Mu looked very calm.
Whenever he unites a place, he will get some destiny points. Could this represent the luck he got?
If this is the case, even if he has the treasure of luck, he may not be able to get an extra destiny point.
However, it doesn’t hurt to give it a try.
Fang Mu looked at the two keel bones in his hand, and finally chose the one with only one keel left.
"absorb!"
"Get 1000 destiny points!"
A prompt appears.
"A thousand fate points? It's a bit too little."
Fang Mu frowned slightly.
He also thought he could have more destiny points.
After all, one dragon bone could initially extend the lives of five people for hundreds of years.
He looked at his hand and saw that the keel bone had turned into powder, completely losing its magical power.
Fang Mu put away another section of the keel.
"Next, it's time to solve the last remaining problems of the Hand."
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The top of Kunlun.
The snow is capped and the cold wind is howling.
In the biting cold wind, two people were fighting hard.
One of them is about in his early twenties, blond and blue-eyed, with a typical European and American appearance.
He has a slender figure, well-defined muscles, and is full of strength.
He was only wearing a pair of tights, and despite the cold wind, there was nothing strange about him.
He is a master of Qi training.
The energy condensed into substance wrapped around his hands, causing them to shine like steel.
I saw him punch out.
The fist wind howls!
The sharpness even overshadowed the biting cold wind.
Boom!
A big hole was made directly in the ground.
He punched one after another, his punches were fierce and domineering, and he kept attacking.
Every punch and every move can cause considerable damage to the surrounding environment.
Even in the heavy snow, it is difficult to cover it up for a while.
I saw that there were holes of several hundred meters in all directions, as if the ground had been washed away by cannonballs.
The person fighting him was an old man with a white beard.
Although this old man's beard has turned white, if you look closely, you will find that his skin is still firm and without a trace of wrinkles. He can be called a true childlike face with white hair and white hair.
The old man was dressed in white, like an ancient immortal in Eastern legends, exuding a strong aura of immortality.
Facing the ferocious attack of the blond man, the old man was not in a hurry, his movements were as graceful as a fairy, he moved his steps and dodged lightly.
Even if he couldn't avoid it, he would draw a circle with his hands and divert all the blond man's attacks to other places.
The blond man punched hundreds of times, but none of them hit the old man.
The blond man was not discouraged and remained calm.
After experiencing this kind of scene a lot, you will naturally get used to it.
He continued his attack.
The old man's face was calm, and he always responded to attacks with ease. From time to time, he pointed out several of the blond man's attack shortcomings.
This kind of battle, the most appropriate name, should be guidance.
The elders give guidance to the younger ones.
This kind of thing happens almost every day.
"In another half hour, his energy will be exhausted."
The old man was calculating silently in his heart.
Regarding training, they naturally have their own methods.
Fight and give advice until the physical strength is exhausted, and then take a special medicinal bath to stimulate the potential and allow it to recover quickly.
After a night's rest, the battle resumed the next day.
In this way, a person can be trained quickly.
As for whether the potential is too stimulated, leading to exhaustion of potential, damage to lifespan, and various problems in the future...
Then I don’t know.
Kunlun Iron Fist, born for fighting!
How can we rely on training methods when such a "little" problem occurs?
It must have been caused by fighting too much, leaving hidden wounds, and it has nothing to do with my training method!
"However, although this cultivation method consumes the human body's potential, the results are indeed very fast! In just ten years, we have gone through a road that took others decades to go through. It is really amazing!"
The old man couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
To be honest, the blond man's qualifications are not that outstanding. At least in terms of Qi training, his qualifications can only be regarded as average.
Compared with Easterners, Westerners’ physiques are not suitable for practicing Qi.
The blond man's Qi training qualifications are considered pretty good among Westerners.
But with such qualifications, if he practiced step by step, it would take him at least several decades to reach where he is today.
This is despite decades of diligent cultivation and never giving up.
If you were a little more relaxed, you might practice till death, but you might not be able to reach this stage now.
Only by giving up can you gain.
Although the blond man spent a lot of potential, but in exchange for the strength he has today, who can say whether it is worth it?
What's more, they had already communicated these matters with the blond man.
The blond man also knew about the 'little' flaws of this cultivation method.
Since he has chosen this path himself, he has already had the corresponding awareness.
After all, Kunlun is a serious and decent force, so how can it do things that are difficult for others to do?
Although he was only nine years old at the time...
Although his parents were both dead at the time...
Although it was Kunlun who saved his life in the first place...
but.
This is all his own choice, isn't it?
Kunlun never forces others to do anything difficult!
"Um?"
The old man's heart suddenly palpitated.
He suddenly raised his head and looked to the west.
"This feeling... the keel has completely disappeared!"
The old man's face darkened slightly.
"Those traitors! After nearly four hundred years, have they finally consumed all the dragon bones?"
Thinking of those traitors, a surge of anger welled up in his heart.
The movements in my hands became a little heavier unconsciously.
Originally he only defended but did not attack. When the blond man attacked again, he first used a pull to offset the blond man's attack, and then pushed out with a palm.
Bang!
The blond man was directly knocked away by a palm and fell dozens of meters away.
Blonde man:???
(●'?'●)?
The old man coughed twice, put one hand behind his back, and stroked his white beard with the other.
The cold wind blows, the white clothes are fluttering, and it looks like a fairy.