My skills have special effects.

Chapter 35

Lin Yan hurried all the way back to her small courtyard.

Today he is going to Dripping Blood Cave, where the ghost market opens in the evening, he is worried about missing Xiao Zhi’s class time, so instead of sending Xiao Zhi to the study, he sends her to Senior Sister Chen Yuan, and asks her to take care of her for a while. two.

Xiao Zhi is very well-behaved and smart, and she likes Senior Sister Chen Yuan very much, so she is also very happy.

Lin Yan stood in the courtyard, concentrated first, and called out the Bodhi Gold Badge.

basic information:

[Skills]: Devouring (100%), Wu Qin Shou (96.4%), Dragon Fist (4%)

From the second time he practiced Dragon Fist, Dragon Fist has been recorded in the skill column. After practicing a few times just now, his proficiency has increased rapidly, reaching 4%.

It was still early, and Lin Yan couldn't wait to practice "Dragon Form Fist" again in the courtyard.

once, twice, three times...

At a certain moment, Lin Yan seemed to have broken through a layer of boundaries, his whole body vibrated, and the qi and blood filled his muscles and bones like lead and mercury began to flow slowly as if being pumped by an invisible force!
Is this the circulation of qi and blood?
"In the body, I can feel a sense of pulling, but it is still within the tolerance range. Sure enough, the foundation of muscles and bones forged by the integration of five shapes can withstand the circulation of qi and blood even without the transformation of qi and blood!"

Under the circulation of Qi and blood, he felt an explosive force in his body, and his thinking speed and reaction speed also increased a lot.

Lin Yan glanced over and landed on a big blue stubborn stone in the corner of the courtyard.

This is because he specially entrusted someone to move an ordinary bluestone here, which has the same function as the big brother's iron and wooden pier, and is used to test his fist strength.

There are some shallow cracks on it, which were made by Lin Yan in the past two days.

He didn't hold back his hands, pressed his fist frame, stepped forward and punched, and punched hard on the bluestone!

Kerala!

There was only a dull cracking sound, and a clearly visible fist mark was printed in the center of the bluestone. Around the fist mark, deep cracks spread around like spider webs.

Lin Yan was speechless secretly. If this punch hit someone, wouldn't it be able to break a person's muscles and bones with one punch?
"That day, Mi Tai's fist strength with blood circulation was comparable to my fist strength without blood circulation.

"Now, if I also circulate Qi and blood, I am afraid that after a few punches, I can make him lie on the ground directly! Sure enough, the circulation of Qi and blood is the real strength of a warrior!"

After trying a few more punches, Lin Yan became even more excited.

These days, he has learned that even though fighters in the strength realm are in the same realm, their strengths also vary.

The lowest level is someone like Geng Bing, who can barely control the movement of Qi and blood, which is probably equivalent to him before, or Mi Tai four years ago, and his strength is roughly equivalent to that of the boxing champion in his previous life.

The middle-level ones are those who are proficient in the circulation of qi and blood, and who have mastered the essence of an exquisite exercise, and their strength is equivalent to two or three low-level strengths.

The upper level is the one that has been immersed in the power realm for many years, with a perfect accumulation of qi and blood, rich experience, not far from the rigid realm, and is the peak of the strength realm.

With Lin Yan's strength just now, he speculates that he probably has reached the middle level of combat strength.

In this way, after his qi and blood transformation is successful, wouldn't it be easy to step into the upper level of strength?
In the future, is it even possible to use the force realm to fight against the gang realm?
Lin Yan took a deep breath. He was more curious about the current limit of his body than these questions that were too far away.

According to what the elder brother said, the faster the Qi and blood circulate, the greater the total amount, and the stronger the combat power will be displayed.

Lin Yan felt that his body hadn't reached its limit, so he slowly increased the strength of "Dragon Form Fist" to speed up the circulation of Qi and blood.

"Well, I have only reached the limit I can bear now. My fist strength has increased by about [-]%. After exceeding it, I feel obvious pain in my body, and I am forced to move. Although the fist strength is stronger, I am afraid it will damage the muscles and bones."

Lin Yan slowly reduced the speed of Qi and blood circulation.

"Try Qi and blood tempering again and see the effect."

Lin Yan followed the elder brother's explanation, promoting Qi and blood, and tempering the body.

Streams of heat flowed towards the whole body, most of which flowed to the muscles and bones of the legs, fists and waist.

Soon, as his Qi and blood were consumed little by little, he felt waves of heat coming from all over his body, especially his legs, as if soaking in a hot spring.

After all the qi and blood in his body were consumed, Lin Yan felt it a little, took out the remaining Cuifeng powder, poured half of it, and pushed the recovered qi and blood to temper his body again.

When most of the medicinal power of Cuifeng San was consumed this time, Lin Yan vaguely felt that his legs and fists were swollen and sore, probably reaching the limit.

"Therefore, there is a limit to the number of times of tempering in a day, just like practicing martial arts before the entry, the body's endurance is limited, and it takes time to recover.

"Unless taking medicines such as Yun Ti Decoction to relieve dark wounds can shorten the recovery time.

"From this point of view, the Yun Body Decoction is very important, as well as the Bone Tempering Paste..."

He suddenly thought, even if the total amount of qi and blood is really stuck at this limit, can it also be used in the form of a stuck bug, using the characteristics of quick recovery of the special effect of poison, and forcibly tempered successfully in a small amount and many times?

Empty your mind and let your thoughts wander.

Lin Yan rested for a while and felt that his spirit had recovered, so he drank the remaining Cui Feng San to restore his qi and blood to the peak level, then entered the house, took a black cloth package, and went straight out up.

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The Dripping Blood Cave is in Chengshoufang, but to enter the Dripping Blood Cave, one must first buy a gold token.

Walking out of the Longmen Hall, the street became more and more chaotic, with countless thefts and robberies. When passing through the chaotic area, two bastards even touched him with money bags.

It's just that his strength has improved greatly now, and his reaction and perception have greatly increased. The opponent bumped into him head-on, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he lifted his foot and kicked him directly to the ground, unable to get up.

Seeing how powerful he is, the other people who were staring at him naturally shrank their heads, not daring to show their heads.

Carrying the black cloth package along the way, Lin Yan went straight to Chengdefang, one of the nine inner squares, according to the address given by Senior Brother Pang.

Different from the increasing chaos in Zhongfang and Outaifang, the prosperity and peace of Neifang remained the same. Everyone was smiling, well-dressed, and well-dressed. It was almost the same as when Lin Yan entered Neifang last time.

Lin Yan asked a few words, and found an empty blacksmith's shop in a corner alleyway.

"Dangdangdang" knocked on the door, and an old man with a rosy nose and sleepy eyes opened the door casually.

Lin Yan took out the token of Longmen Hall that he had obtained at the management office: "I'll buy a token of gold pattern."

The old man took Ling Mei and looked at it, the expression on his face finally became serious: "From the Dragon Gate Pavilion?"

Seeing Lin Yan nodding, he handed the order back to Lin Yan, and said coldly: "One gold pattern order, one tael of silver."

Although he had heard it from Senior Brother Pang, Lin Yan still felt that it was really expensive, a tael of silver, which he had to save for five months without eating or drinking.

Reluctantly, he took out the silver and handed it to the old man.

"wait for me a bit."

The old man entered the door, came out soon, and handed a bronze token with the length of one finger and the width of two fingers to Lin Yan's hand: "The money and the goods are cleared, let's go."

After that, close the door directly.

Lin Yan looked at the gold-pattern order in his palm, the shape was quite exquisite, and he could see the meticulous hand-polishing, but the whole body was made of bronze, which had nothing to do with the gold-pattern at all, and the value was no more than one hundred money.

"Black, really fucking black."

Carrying the order of gold patterns, Lin Yan rushed to the southwest corner of Chengshoufang, picked a corner where no one was there, and took out a pure black linen cloak and a wooden mask with a monkey face from the package.

This was prepared by him two days ago. He also specially prepared two cloaks and three masks with different colors and styles, as well as some sundries.

After dressing up, to ensure that no features were revealed on his body, Lin Yan bent his back a little on purpose, and put the package in front of his stomach, and then walked through two winding alleys, and came to a coffin shop named Chen Ji.

The door and wall of the coffin shop were old, the eaves were high, and two big blood-red lanterns hung high, unlit.

He actually came early, but there were already two people waiting in front of the coffin shop, and one of them was dressed similarly to him, with a black robe and a mask.

The other person was lazy, but he didn't cover his face, showing his face openly, he was dressed brightly, he looked like a son, and his appearance was feminine, but his cheeks were red, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to have drunk a lot.

Seeing Lin Yan approaching, the young master burped out a stinking wine, showed disdain, and said drunkenly: "I, I said you guys are wearing black robes and covering your face, aren't you just underground? Is it a black market, what is there to hide?"

Lin Yan frowned, and walked away from him.

"Cut, fuck, fuck..."

Lin Yan raised his eyelids slightly, walked to the base of the wall, leaned against the wall, and waited intently.

Chen Ji's coffin shop is the entrance to the Dripping Blood Cave, but it will not open until a certain time.

Not long after, two more people joined hands. They didn't wear black robes, but ordinary gray linen shirts, and both wore jute headgear. Only two black eye sockets were exposed, and they didn't look very annoying.

Several people deliberately kept their distance.

Only the son-in-law's eyes were bleary, and he got drunk, pointing at the two of them and giggling: "There are two cowards again!"

The two looked at each other, and one of them bowed flatteringly and said, "Master, did you come here alone?"

"What's the matter, can't you? I'm going to see for myself today, what kind of ghost market, what kind of bleeding hole, what the hell is it!"

When Brother Gongzi talked about excitement, he danced and danced, and suddenly lost his balance.

The man wearing the jute hood immediately stepped forward and supported him.

"Young master, you are drunk, I will help you to rest on the side."

"Nonsense! I, I'm not drunk..."

"Come come come..."

Lin Yan looked on coldly, and saw two jute hoods, one on the left and one on the right, supporting the young master, quickly passed the corner on the other side, and disappeared.

This young master, if he was taken away by those two people, he might die.

He felt a slight chill in his heart. In today's Ding'an City, the rituals are broken and music is broken, and the wind is turbulent. Every stranger may become the source of life and death crisis.

Brave yourself up, waited for a while, and three or four more people came, all dressed in black robes and masks.

When the sun was setting to the west and the last beam of light on the steps of the coffin shop was also blocked by the eaves, the door of the coffin shop finally opened.

A skinny old man bent over, pushed the door open, and poked his head out.

Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat.

The old man's cheeks were as thin as a monkey's face, his cheeks were skinny, his forehead was still slightly blue, and he was shrunk in the shadow of the crack of the door. At first glance, he thought it was a dead face.

Glancing at the crowd, the old man grinned, revealing his jagged yellow teeth. He smiled horribly. He first lit the two red lanterns at the door, then pointed to the half-open door, and stretched out his hand: "Guest Come inside, please."

His voice was like the creaking sound when the coffin board was pushed away, which sent a chill down Lin Yan's back.

Everyone kept a distance from each other and filed in without fighting. The two blood-red lanterns were dimly lit. From Lin Yan's eyes, it looked like a group of ghosts were entering the gate of hell.

After everyone had entered the door, the old man was about to lead the way when he heard someone shouting from behind: "Wait, wait!"

Lin Yan looked back, his pupils shrank slightly.

At the other end of the alleyway, the soft-looking drunk boy from before walked over lazily with a drunken face.

His hands were bright red, as if they had been soaked in bloody water, and he was holding two bloody sacks in his right hand, dripping blood dripping down, leaving a trail of blood spots behind him.

The sack was exactly the jute covers that the two men put on their heads.

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