Cultivation starts from drawing superhuman physique

Chapter 80 Storage Ring
Su Poman took it back and forth several times with great interest, and after playing with it for a long time, he reluctantly stuffed the storage bag into his bosom.Then he straightened his face, and after turning on his super vision to confirm that there was no one around, he slowly stretched his hand between his neck and grabbed a black ring with a string on it.

Su Poman put the jet-black ring in front of his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness released from between his brows to wrap it in it. From the perspective of his spiritual consciousness, mysterious and obscure formations began to appear in the subtleties of the ring. With a terrifying spiritual power like a mountain against the fire.

Under the observation of his spiritual sense, the crimson spiritual power seemed to be stronger than his own spiritual power combined, and at the same time exuded a shocking power, which made him feel a sense of awe. An inexplicable burning sensation.

"Such a powerful spiritual power, what level of cultivation did the skeleton reach before he was alive? Just a remnant of spiritual power can make me feel awe..." Su Poman was amazed, with a concealed expression on his face. Can't help but look surprised, "If you can open this ring, you will definitely get a lot of treasures!"

Su Poman tried to use his own spiritual power to slowly penetrate into those formations, but to his surprise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make his own spiritual power break through the barriers on the formations. He was very disappointed.

"Well, it should be because my cultivation base is too low, and I can't even break through the formation barrier. It seems that this ring can only be released after the cultivation base reaches a certain level in the future!"

Su Poman hung the jet-black ring around his neck with a little disappointment, and then stuffed it into the clothes on his chest, hiding it deeply.

"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a treasure." There are countless examples in the world of cultivating immortals who were hunted to death because they were carrying treasures. Like this kind of treasure, he must hide it close to his body to be at ease, and he can also protect it in the biological world. In this way, it can prevent other people from snatching it.

Su Poman sighed, and said to himself: "My physique is still useful in practicing martial arts, but I can't achieve the effect of speeding up the mountain-moving exercise. I can only hope that I can draw some special abilities in the future." , you can speed up your cultivation..."

After sighing, he took out the "Ancient Breath Containment Technique" from the storage bag and began to study it. The difficulty of getting started with this secret method is not high, but it will take some time to cultivate it to the level of Xiaocheng. Ordinary monks It is difficult to practice within three to five years, and it is even more difficult to reach the level of Dacheng. It takes more than ten years for those with outstanding talents to practice, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Su Poman went through the secret formula in his heart, and felt that the entry requirements were not difficult, and he only needed to construct a special spiritual power route in the meridians above the dantian to hide part of his cultivation.

Time passed slowly.

On the cliff, Su Poman's spiritual power and aura suddenly disappeared. Even with the spiritual eye technique, he looked like a mortal. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the setting sun in the sky, and murmured: "It's not too early It's time to go back."

Su Poman jumped up from the cliff, his body was like fluff in the wind, he tapped a few times in the air, and climbed up along the cliff.

The sky was sinking.

When he left the city, Su Poman was just a mortal warrior. When he returned to the city, he had already become a cultivator. There was also a subtle change in his temperament that ordinary people could not detect. He became more dusty. It seems to have a sense of elegance.

As soon as Su Poman returned to the Youcai Inn, a young man immediately came up to him with a flattering smile and said, "Mr. Su, just now Mr. Mo asked you to sit on the Qingliu Painting Boat by the Qingliu River."

"Okay, I see." Su Poman said with a slight smile, casually tossed a few copper coins to the boy, and walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

After unlocking the door and returning to his room, Su Poman took out some gold and silver items from the package and put them in his arms, then put the package into the storage bag.

After leaving the door of the inn, walk along the main street to the end, then turn to the west, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, you will see the scenery of weeping willows around the embankment. The channel of Qingliu River suddenly expands here, forming a lake connected by the channel .

In the evening, there are willows on the edge of the embankment, and a few bunches of green weeds emerge from the gravel. The evening wind blows, bringing a burst of fragrant wind.

The daughter's house in the picture boat is now the best time to solicit customers. Half of the lotus root arms are exposed on the railing and the red sleeves are waved.

Those with families were pulled away by their ears and walked away quickly, while those bachelors looked at the direction of the boat with some longing, but they could only enjoy their eyesight because of their cash.

Among them were a few shameless drunks, sniffing non-stop with their noses sniffing in the direction of the boat, their eyes showing obsession.

Su Poman stepped onto the trestle bridge, and was greeted by the old bustard at the entrance of the boat with a smile on his face amidst the envious eyes of those idlers.

"Master Su, this way please, Shaoxia Mo is already waiting for you in the private room upstairs!"

The old bustard is an old woman in her fifties, with a snobbish look in her eyes, but looking at her facial features that are still charming, one can vaguely see that this old bustard was also a beautiful beauty when she was young.

In fact, some idle men who can't afford their young daughters will choose to have a romantic relationship with this old bustard at a low price. Although the old woman's appearance is no longer youthful and delicate, she is still slender enough to make those poor men Quenched my hunger and thirst.

Su Poman gently knocked away many daughters' houses who were entangled with fingers on his arms, and walked up the stairs to the private room on the second floor of Huafang.

The layout here is completely different from downstairs, with more literati temperament, and at the same time, the aisles are not crowded, each room is separated by more than half a foot, and the maids waiting outside are not from downstairs. Those vulgar and vulgar fans, all of them have delicate features, and there is a trace of coldness on their faces.

Su Poman nodded inwardly, feeling that this painter really knows how to do business, and has a good grasp of men's minds.

"Master Su, this way please, everyone Liu is washing and dressing up, and she will come out to sing for the benefactors in a short while!" With a flattering smile on his face, the old bustard half-bowed to invite Su Poman in.

She was aware of the generosity of Mr. Mo, and she thought that Mr. Su in front of her must be a wealthy person to make friends with him, so she showed a very enthusiastic attitude.

"Brother Su is here?" The female cultivator Mo surnamed deliberately lowered her throat from inside the room.

Su Poman lifted the bead curtain and made a 'crash' sound, seeing an antique room.

At the entrance is a splendid screen, on which is embroidered a scroll of landscapes with black silk thread.

A large white porcelain vase is placed at the base of the wall on both sides, inside which are inserted plum blossoms with black branches and dew, exuding a faint floral fragrance.

(End of this chapter)