I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 216 Martial Arts Will, Coded and Uncoded (4000 words)
[Obtain the weapon successfully, the attribute is accurate +1]

【Warrior's lasso】

[Quality: Blue]

[Basic bonus: riding proficiency +50]

【Special effect】

[Mount Transformation: The living or non-living body that is caught by your horse rope will be regarded as a rideable mount that is exclusive to you. When riding a mount, you can launch a charge skill. (It needs to be cooled for half a minute for each conversion)]

[Charging momentum, there is no retreat: the mount enters the charging posture, which lasts for 20 seconds, and does not stop until it hits the target.

During the continuous charge, the influence of the control moves on the mount and the body is greatly reduced, but at the same time, the charge direction cannot be changed after the charge is initiated. 】

[A little bit of cold light comes first, and then the spear shoots out like a dragon: During the charge, the damage increase when swinging a long-handled weapon increases with the charge time. 】

[Remarks: What year is it, are you still riding a traditional mount? 】

The moment countless words flooded into his mind, Fang Qingran's eyes flickered. In a daze, he saw himself riding a horse galloping on the grassland.

Immediately afterwards, the painting style changed.

Wearing a yellow robe, he drove a small electric donkey for a while.

The field of vision changed again, he held the BWM steering wheel, his temperament suddenly changed, and there was a girl with twin ponytails sitting in the co-pilot.

Can ride, all can ride!
"Both living and non-living bodies can ride, and use charge skills, which is a bit powerful!"

Fang Qingran analyzed calmly.

Never thought that someone from the other side could also switch from infantry to cavalry one day?
He weighed the lasso in his hand, and unconsciously looked at the swan-like Snow Neck who was closest to him.

The collar is like a grub, white and tall.

Someone shook his head violently.

Su Yingxin pressed her slender hand on the side of her neck, and she turned her head in doubt.

"Is there something on my neck, classmate Fang?"

"There was a mosquito, but it flew away quickly."

Fang Qingran didn't change his face when he told a lie.

"Oh, I see."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, Yan Wen's voice suddenly sounded beside her ears.

"So it is, I get it, I totally get it!

It’s really hard to find no place to find it, and it’s easy to get it..."

A half-length warrior in bronze armor manifested, held up a rusty spear, cared for it carefully, looked at it as if it were a treasure.

The warrior stretched out his hand to wipe it, and the spear clanged, and pieces of rusty paint fell off.

At this moment, Fang Qingran suddenly found that his heart, the depths of his soul, vaguely raised a touch of longing.

Want it, want it so much!
Relying on his strong will, suppressing this instinctive desire, he glanced at other people from the corner of his eye, and found that their faces were normal, as if they didn't feel anything.

She raised her head slightly, and she didn't know if it was a coincidence that Yan Wen's eyes happened to cross him.

However, he quickly judged that it was not accidental. When the other party looked at him, his lips moved.

The other party was talking to him in lip language, saying that if he wanted to know the reason for the throbbing of the true soul, he could find a corner where there was no one to chat alone later.

"True soul throbbing?"

Fang Qingran silently pondered these four words in his heart.

Speaking of the true soul, it seems that since his true soul broke through rank seven before he set foot on the extraordinary, his practice so far seems to have had little to do with it, which also caused him to pay little attention to the aspect of the true soul.

Unexpectedly, there was another incident today, which seemed to be related to the real soul.

"It's no wonder that Yan Wen's attack method is difficult for ordinary people to detect. Is it related to the real soul?"

He was thoughtful, and at the same time, inexplicably remembered the 'earth-bound spirit' in the deserted house.

"Your martial arts are always so fancy."

Luo Wenlong folded his arms and curled his lips.

"This is martial arts, but it's not martial arts."

Yan Wen replied with a faint smile.

After speaking, he glanced at someone intentionally or unintentionally.

Fang Qingran realized that these words were probably not intended for him.

"My purpose of coming here has been fulfilled."

Putting away the rusty spear, Yan Wen showed a satisfied expression.

"Then let's leave quickly."

Luo Wenlong, who had already picked out the spoils, touched his arm, frowned and looked around:

"I don't know if you are the same as me. Ever since I entered the Crimson Abyss, I have always had the feeling of being watched all the time. It makes my skin crawl."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions could not help but dignified, and they were vigilant.

After more than ten seconds, Lan Yutong couldn't stand the tense atmosphere, so she couldn't help but say:
"No, not at all."

Ji Huai'an and Su Yingxin also agreed.

Seeing this, Luo Wenlong couldn't help scratching his head:

"Is it really my illusion?"

"Whether it's an illusion or not, our purpose of coming to the Scarlet Abyss has been achieved, and it is indeed time to go back."

As the organizer, Yan Wen directly ended this topic.

Fang Qingran's original intention was to return to Tianshu Academy, and he had no choice but to make this decision.

The lower the number of layers, the smaller the range, and the higher the level, the shorter the time-consuming.

A group of six people rushed at full speed, and finally, before twelve o'clock in the morning of the day, they returned to the surface and came to the human gathering place established outside the Scarlet Abyss.

Even though it was past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the entrance and exit of Scarlet Abyss were still brightly lit and extremely lively.

Silently comparing this gathering place with Qiongmu Town in his heart, Fang Qingran made a judgment on the spot that this was probably the most prosperous gathering place he had seen so far.

In terms of the degree of danger, the Scarlet Abyss is still above Qiongmu City. Thinking about it this way, it is easy to understand.

Danger, but also represents many opportunities.

"It's getting late, let's sleep here for the night, and leave tomorrow to return to Tianshu."

In the hotel, Yan Wen, who sat in the spare wheelchair, watched the rest of the people go upstairs, and then sat quietly and waited.

After completing the check-in procedures, Fang Qingran turned around and saw the sickly young man in the wheelchair smiling at him.

"Don't you go to bed early?"

he asked aloud.

Sleep is currently the most convenient and fastest way for extraordinary people to recover.

When he rushed to the rescue today, these five people had basically lost their combat power, and their condition was worse than one, especially this one.

"There is no need to rush this moment."

Pushing the wheelchair to the edge of the window on the first floor of the hotel, Yan Wen waved his hand, and a table, a chair, and two cups of brewed tea appeared out of thin air.

Seeing this, Fang Qingran simply pulled out the chair and sat down.

Yan Wen took a sip of his tea, and shook his head for a while in a fake manner, but didn't speak, as if he was waiting for him to ask a question.

After drinking a cup of tea, the stomach was warm. Sensing that the fire of spirituality had faintly improved, Fang Qingran was not in a hurry to speak immediately, and cheerfully enjoyed one cup after another.

His stomach was like a bottomless pit, unfathomable, it contained an unknown number of cups of tea.

Suddenly, sitting opposite Yan Wen suddenly said:
"This is the last drink."

Fang Qingran hurriedly drank the Gudu Gudu in his hand, put down the teacup, and waited for several seconds, but there was no refill of tea, and a little unsatisfactory expression appeared on his face.

Really the last glass.

As if knowing that it was impossible to wait until the young man opened his mouth, Yan Wen was too lazy to put on a show, curled his lips angrily:

"I'm usually reluctant to buy the tea I use for brewing by the catty, but you drink it to your heart's content."

Seeing that Fang Qingran still didn't react too much, he couldn't help it:

"Could it be that you're not curious about that throbbing of the true soul?"

"I'm interested, of course I have."

Fang Qingran gave an affirmative answer.

Interest is naturally there, he is full of curiosity about everything unknown.

However, if you want to say that you are particularly interested, it is definitely not enough.

After all, he didn't think that if he knew more about this, he could immediately punch Wei Zhi'an and kick Xue Lie Wang.

At most, one more knowledge?
Yan Wen took out the rusty spear from the storage space, and handed it to Fang Qingran:

"You can feel them, the strong will in them.

No matter how many years have passed, sheer will never fades. "

Receiving Yan Wen's signal look, Fang Qingran straightened his face and stretched out his hands to take it.

After closing his eyes and perceiving carefully for a moment, his face gradually became ferocious, with a kind of defecation beauty.

What exactly is it like right now?

To describe it, it is the moment when two people are in love with each other. One side is shy and timid, waiting for the good news, while the other side rushes left and right, but all return in vain.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!
The formation of strict defense was like a splash of cold water, extinguishing Fang Qingran's fiery heart.

Officials stopped playing.

He handed back the rusted spear.

Yan Wen seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and he asked without haste:
"Student Fang, what did you see?"

Hearing this, Fang Qingran, who had regained his composure, fell into memories.

When holding the spear, he seemed to see a young man who grew up in a small mountain village.

He learned some basic spear skills from a veteran who returned from the army in the village, and since then, he has been practicing for a lifetime.

He grew up and joined the army, all the way in blood and fire, and grew into a strong man in the torch realm.

After he was discharged from the army due to injury, he heard that Scarlet Abyss was showing signs of rioting many times. He wanted to make another effort before he could not move at all, so he bid farewell to his pregnant wife, and killed them one by one with a spear.

During this trip, he did not inform his parents, because he was worried that seeing the eyes of the elders, his heart, which had already made up his mind, would become less firm.

On the rusty spear, the life of this unknown torch-level powerhouse was engraved.

"This senior at the Flame Torch Realm died in battle many years ago, but his will has always existed in this world."

Yan Wen caressed the spear body lightly, and said lightly:
"What I practice is not so much martial arts, but the path of martial arts will.

Martial Dao will is a product derived from the true soul. To put it simply, the strength of your true soul is the strength of the martial arts will that can be condensed. "

Speaking of this, he looked at Fang Qingran with a complicated expression:
"Before I formally set foot on the extraordinary, my true soul has five ranks, but do you know that my five-rank true soul embarked on the road of martial arts will, and when your true soul fluctuates, it gives birth to 'scrupulousness', Emotions like 'fear'.

How inconceivable this is, like an ordinary person without the slightest aura of extraordinaryness, actually causing fear to a martial artist who has formally embarked on the path of extraordinaryness.

I think you should be able to understand this statement. "

"I did understand it, but..."

Fang Qingran twitched and said:

"I don't think there's anything incredible about extraordinary people having such emotions towards ordinary people?"

"?"

Yan Wen left with a single question mark.

'Would you like to see what you're talking about? '

He really wanted to ask this question.

After a short hesitation, he chose not to discuss this topic with Fang Qingran.

"It does not matter."

He cleared his throat:

"I know the number of rotations of a person's true soul is everyone's biggest secret, so I won't ask how many rotations you have reached as a true soul."

A certain person looks calm on the surface, but in fact, his mind is full of thoughts.

snort!
How many more turns can it be, it must be the sixth turn of the true soul!

Damn, it symbolizes the highest potential talent of human beings, he envies, but doesn't say it!
"What I want to say is that in this world, I am afraid that there will not be many people who are more suitable for the cultivation of the path of martial arts will than you."

He said sincerely.

In Tianshu, the only one whose true soul has reached rank six is ​​the old master of Tianshu Academy. It is not ruled out that the academy has kept a few secrets for safety reasons, but the number of people will never be too many.

Rank six is ​​the pinnacle of mortals!
Fang Qingran blurted out a single sentence out of the idea of ​​having too many skills and not overwhelming her body:

"Tell me so much, don't tell me, Yan, are you willing to teach me how to practice martial arts will?"

The reply was beyond his expectation.

"sure."

Yan Wen even made a long sound:
"En~gong~"

It was clearly a respectful title, but Fang Qingran felt a chill when he heard it.

"Before the true soul has not derived the will of martial arts, it is impossible to use the source of will in this spear to sharpen your body. This is the reason why your true soul is throbbing, but you can't really communicate."

While explaining, Yan Wen called out his condensed martial arts will, that is, the armored warrior Fang Qingran had seen before.

"My martial arts will, only the upper itself, and it looks extremely rough, and the face is hazy, as if it has been covered with a layer of mosaic, which is the first stage of martial arts will - the manifestation of chaos.

The will is chaotic and the way forward is unclear, which is the true portrayal of this stage. Only when you understand your own will, can you enter the next stage.

When reaching the next stage——Dongzhen, martial arts will have hands and feet, just like a real person.

Of course, this can barely be seen clearly, and it is still far from the level of vividness and vividness. "

"So that's how it is." Fang Qingran showed a trace of respect on his face, "So, Yan, you are already a strong person in the realm of strength."

"Ok?"

Yan Wen was puzzled.

"Chaos, fuzzy, hazy, isn't this just code?"

Fang Qingran's rational analysis:
"According to what you said, if you can see clearly in the next stage, wouldn't it mean that there is code and no code? This is a big improvement!"

"You have to understand like this..."

Yan Wen was silent for a while:

"It seems that there is really that kind of meaning?"

After speaking, his face turned black.

Suddenly changing the title, suddenly feeling that there is no way ahead, and the darkness is coming, it is better not to cultivate.

"It's decided, classmate Yan!"

Fang Qingran has a serious face:
"We have to work hard towards the high-definition environment together, and it is best to become an existence of ultra-high-definition level one day!"

When he slapped the table, the entire hotel and the entire land shook.

Just as he was wondering why his hands were still so strong even though he had withdrawn his strength, the innkeeper's horrified voice suddenly echoed throughout the first floor.

"Scarlet Abyss, riot?!"

(End of this chapter)