Chapter four hundred and ninety-eight is really malnourished
After receiving nearly ten hammers and two javelins from Lenny, Xu Zhi finally gave up. The bonuses that the Glory Arena could give him were three points of melee defense and three points of long-range defense.
After kicking out this strong woman, Ranilla lay on the ground, panting heavily, unable to resist anymore. The iron helmet on her head was blown away, and Doug Wuge's agile halberd snapped.
The force hit her on the face, causing her teeth to fall out and her face to swell rapidly. If she struggled again, she would be stabbed through the head with a halberd.
"There was no blood, stabbing the woman to death."
"Fuck her, fuck her."
"Kill her."
The onlooking savages roared.
"I surrender."
Lanila spat out a mouthful of blood and raised her hands. The probability of death in the wrestling ring was not high, but there were often deaths in the arena. Treasures were paid for with their lives.
"Go to hell, ugly woman."
"To admit defeat when your body is intact is a blatant match-fixing."
"The satyr is still alive and pretending to be dead."
"Rematch, rematch."
There is a winner and a loser. The winner is naturally silent, while the loser vents his frustration and screams. The nobles are no exception. Money is nothing. Losing is bad luck.
"The defeated party has no ability to counterattack, Doug Wuge, wins!"
The barbarian referee carefully looked at the status of the satyr and Ranilla, raised Doug Wuge's right hand, and a female centaur slowly came on the stage holding a brown robe. It was the treasure of this competition, and with its fierce fangs
Guard robes made of animal skins.
"Dear Mr. Doug Wuge, you can choose to take away this prize now and end this arena challenge."
"Of course, you can also get more generous rewards. As long as you defeat the next opponent, this guard robe can be upgraded into a resistance cloak, with higher and stronger anti-magic capabilities."
"If you can defeat two or three more opponents, the Resistance Cloak can be upgraded to the ultimate Spell Turning Cloak. This powerful treasure can turn a mage into half a waste."
The barbarian referee held the guard robe and waited for Doug Wuge's answer with a smile.
"I am so strong"
Doug Woogg muttered, which made the smile on the Barbarian referee's face grow wider.
"Of course I chose to take the guard robe."
"Wait, you mean to take the prize now."
"That's right, Lao Bangzi, I can't defeat those ogres in your town."
Doug Wug naturally looked angry and the barbarian referee had a toothache. These days, there are not many barbarians who can withstand the temptation.
"Would you like to think about it again? The resistance cloak is an intermediate treasure, and the spell turning cloak is a high-level treasure, which is rare."
"I still want to keep this life."
Doug Wuge grabbed the guard's robe and put it on his body in a messy manner.
"Remember you still need my money"
Seeing that the battle was over, Xu Zhi crushed the contract, a faint light flickered, the vine helmet, mail armor and golden shield fell to the ground one after another, and the green figure was gone.
"Every time I go to the lower world to pick up rags."
Twisting the crossbow in his hand, Xu Zhi adjusted it slightly. At the critical moment, failure to shoot will result in death. The power of the crossbow arrows is much worse than that of firearms. Even because it uses a machine spring instead of the user's own wrist strength,
The power of the fired crossbow arrows is relatively constant.
"You need to aim very accurately and shoot the arrow directly through the throat."
Regarding the crossbow, Xu Zhi made a positioning. If the machine spring is not jammed, this is a fast-firing and sniper weapon. Perhaps, a precision magic can be added to make the crossbow more powerful.
There are also crossbows in the real world. The principles are the same, but the power and structure are different. As firearms exist, crossbows are quickly eliminated. Today, very few people use them. Some small crossbows have even become toys.
Xu Zhi was very satisfied with his day.
Now he has long-range means. Due to his advanced archery skills, his body has also increased a lot of long-range attack power, almost catching up with the level of melee combat. Even throwing the barbarian throwing stick is more powerful.
What's a bit regretful is that I don't have a bow and arrow, so I will have to fiddle with it slowly in the future.
The three points of defense added to the Glory Arena are good attributes, making the body become more and more fleshy. As long as the body can withstand it in reality, this strengthening can continue.
In the real world, Xu Zhi slowly opened his eyes. It was another bright morning.
"Wait, what did I put in my mouth? Why is there a bottle hanging on it?"
Xu Zhi spat out what was in his mouth, a small white round bead fell down, and then pulled off the infusion set on his arm.
"Grandmaster Lu?"
Xu called out, and then Lu Sheng'an's figure appeared.
"Ah, little Xu Zhi, you're up. I heard from Jingsi that you were malnourished, but I didn't expect it to be true. Did you practice too fast and your body can't keep up?"
Lu Sheng'an stretched his waist lazily. He had sensitive hearing and heard Xu Zhi rolling around in the middle of the night. When he saw the child twitching and twitching, he felt very busy at the moment.
"Are you practicing some secret technique? Your heartbeat and breathing are so low."
Xu Zhi laughed and took out Hanzhang Qigong. This was a cultivation secret book left by Hengshan Yihu and the others in the Ying Kingdom. He read it several times and reluctantly practiced it for a while before giving up. Many stages required special medicines.
Only then can we continue to practice. There is no way to continue.
"Hanzhang Closed Qigong"
Lu Sheng'an flipped through the pages and closed the book.
"It is a domestic product that imitates the secret technique of the Death Sutra of the Magadha Kingdom. The people of the Magadha Kingdom like to bury themselves underground to practice, and they will be buried for two or three months. This Hanzhang Qigong is just boring when practiced to the extreme.
For more than ten days, the time you can hold your breath without any medicine in your mouth is even shorter."
Lu Sheng'an gave Xu Zhi a strange look and then said: "You learn very quickly and practice well. You can use it so quickly."
"This secret technique is simple. I only use it when I sleep."
Hanzhang Closed Qigong is not very useful. After practice, the body's breathing and heartbeat will gradually become silent. The effect is very similar to that of Xu Zhi's soul transferred to the dream world, which is just used to cover up the abnormality of the body.
Thinking about the physical torture that Nurse Li inflicted on him in Kyoto, Xu Zhi was frightened for a while. Fortunately, Lu Sheng'an did not give him the same treatment.
"Understand the secret technique before taking action. If you practice it to death, no one will come to save you."
Lu Sheng'an said meaningfully, there are many people who become obsessed with practicing Qigong. Those who practice are crippled and disabled, those who are stupid and paralyzed, and those who are mentally disturbed. Such people are extremely talented and want to embrace all rivers, but they often cripple themselves.
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Just like the one in Kyoto, that kind of extreme cultivation did not escape. Lu Sheng'an sighed.
Xu Zhi worked hard at a young age. This unhealthy trend must be stopped.
"If you don't have the vision of a grandmaster, don't practice those messy kung fu from other countries. The foundation of practice is different, and the end point is also different."
"You don't have that much life to try."
"This secret book is also a source of trouble. It will be very troublesome for the people of Ying country to see it."
With a shake of his hand, the secret book containing Zhang Shu Qigong suddenly shattered into pieces and scattered like snowflakes.