Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 17 15 points of spirit

With a thought, two skill points were consumed, and the 13 points of mental value were directly raised to 15 points.

As the spirit on the attribute panel jumps to fifteen.

Suddenly, a large number of sharp, tingling sensations like needles suddenly invaded his brain, and he had a splitting headache, making him groan in pain.

He could clearly feel that his nervous system was further strengthening, and his normally inactive brain began to have ups and downs. Along with the pain of being tortured, there were also streams of cool air lingering in his brain, so that he would not be unable to tense up. Stay, completely crazy.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain in his mind slowly dissipated, leaving only the cool air that was constantly soothing his brain, which had just been strengthened and was about to turn into paste.

After a long time, Wen Lianggong, who was lying on the ground and gradually regained his clarity, looked at the sky quietly. An unprecedented feeling made him feel as if he had been reborn.

It was as if someone had dug a big hole in the ceiling, which gave me a refreshing feeling that was refreshing and refreshing.

The air has never been so fresh, with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the smell of earth.

Again, it's like adding a color-enhancing filter to the gray world.

Physique and spirit are inherently related to each other and influence each other. After being promoted to a certain stage, the interaction between the two is by no means as simple as one plus one.

"This feeling..."

He stretched out his hand and quietly felt the breeze flowing slowly between his fingers. The unusually clear touch allowed him to feel the flow of the breeze while shaking his fingers slightly.

The withered yellow leaves falling from the tree seemed to have entered bullet time when Wen Lianggong concentrated on them, becoming a little slower than usual.

In the end, Wen Lianggong simply closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and felt everything around him.

The crawling of earthworms buried in the soil, the low hum of unknown insects on the trees, and the buzzing sound of mosquito wings flapping.

After a long time, he felt a little tired before he slowly relaxed his spirits, and began to adjust to his extremely sensitive senses around him, returning to normal.

His brain was extremely clear like never before. Things that were elusive in the past could be figured out at this moment by just thinking about it. Countless inspirations collided at this moment.

"Ding, you seem to have a deeper understanding of Zhanyi Shibatuo, and your proficiency has improved."

"Ding, you seem to have a deeper understanding of Taiqing swordsmanship and your proficiency has improved."

"Ding, your proficiency in the Thirty-sixth Rolling Dragon Fist has increased significantly through your analogy."

Looking at the prompts on the system panel, Wen Lianggong was a little surprised, but he felt that it was reasonable. The improvement of his body and spirit would naturally feed back Kung Fu boxing skills, not to mention the Thirty-six-way Rolling Dragon Fist and Zhanyi Eighteen Falls. At the same time, the strength in the techniques of hugging, wrestling and bunting are similar, which can naturally greatly improve the proficiency.

I'm afraid I only need to think about it for a day or two and practice it seriously. The Thirty-six-step Rolling Dragon Fist will definitely enter the stage of moderate success.

Wen Lianggong is quite interested in this. After all, after reaching the level of minor success, the Thirty-six-way Rolling Dragon Fist should have a special effect, which will definitely increase his own strength. This is why it is more cost-effective to add kung fu.

Once Kung Fu derives characteristics, the benefits will be much greater than simply adding attribute points.

After eating, Wen Lianggong put on his equipment as usual. Looking at the stab-proof armor that had become a little tight due to the change in his body shape, Wen Lianggong sighed. If he continued and was stronger, he might not be able to wear it. .

He had now pulled the straps of the stab-proof suit to the maximum before he could barely put it on. He would really have no money if he wanted to buy it again.

After practicing for an hour, he was full of energy and now ate almost ten slices of green tea. After entering the mythical world, Wen Lianggong looked in the direction of the dark black man he met before, and immediately turned around without hesitation. Head towards those directions where there are still possible hiding places for the Inkmen.

It's not too late to wait for him to clean up the outside before going in.

And when Wen Lianggong removed the opponent's arms and thighs with three swords, he pierced Mo Ren's head with one sword.

"Ding, you successfully killed a Mo man, and your Taiqing swordsmanship proficiency has slightly improved."

Other than this tip, there are no previous skill point acquisition tips at all.

"really……"

He couldn't help but sigh. His analysis was correct. As his strength improved, it was completely unrealistic to kill these easy-to-capture Mo people to gain skill points to improve himself.

Also, the stronger the strength, the harder it is to obtain the skill points required for system enhancement.

After casually touching Mo Ren's head, there was still no system prompt. After Wen Lianggong thought for a moment, he finally set his sights on a deeper level.

The dark-colored ink man was about the same size as him, but a few centimeters taller than him.

The whole journey was silent and speeding, but it only took two or three minutes.

Wen Lianggong came to the dark-black man's door again, calculated the time to leave, and faced the dark-black man who was aware of it, he stepped in without hesitation.

Bang!

An undetectable muffled sound resounded in the room.

The strong power of his feet made a clear footprint appear on the ground. The dark-black ink man rushed towards Wen Lianggong like sharp arrows. His momentum was like breaking bamboo, his body was like a tiger, and there were vaguely thirty-six rolling dragon fists. posture.

Wen Lianggong did not dare to be negligent, nor did he resist the dark-black man. He staggered his body and feet to avoid the dark-black man's tiger attack. With a move of his wrist, the tetanus sword was as graceful as a swimming dragon, stabbing the opponent's head diagonally. .

The fatal weakness of these ink people is the brain. Even if the other parts are cut off, the opponent will not seem to notice and they will still be alive and active.

If forced to compare, those slightly lighter-colored Mo people are just reckless men wielding bastard fists, while this dark-colored Mo people have begun to have boxing skills engraved in their bones, coupled with their strong physical fitness.

If you don't have some real skills in your hands, even if you practice boxing for five or ten years, if you don't develop some skills, you will probably suffer a big loss when facing a dark-black man.

It seemed that it was aware that Wen Lianggong's sword was fatal, and it actually twisted its waist and abdomen midway, and its head was twisted at an angle beyond that of ordinary people, like a ninety-degree bend to avoid the sword pointed towards the sky.

It stretched out its sharp claws and clawed hard, but it was half an inch away from Wen Lianggong's chest and suddenly stopped. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't make an inch.

Veins appeared on Wen Lianggong's left arm, and his five fingers dug deeply into the opponent's wrist. Zhanyi Shiba fell deeply with ease. With these two characteristics, his physique is definitely comparable to those of heavyweights in the boxing ring.

Wen Lianggong turned and scraped the long sword in his right hand. The rusty long sword was emitting sword sounds. He straightened his waist and hips, pulled back with his left hand, and crashed into the arms of the dark-colored ink man. The long sword in his hand was already inserted straight into his arms. In the head.

(End of this chapter)