Great Dao Ji

In the bedroom, An Qisheng was sleeping soundly.

His right leg was below, with his knees bent and his thighs curled up like a bow, his left arm stretched out and close to his thigh, his right arm supporting his cheek, and he was lying on his side.

His chest was half up and half down, and his eyes were closed.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly, but he was actually busy in his dream.

"300 grams of Dendrobium, 69 grams of Royal Jelly, 3 plants of Panax Notoginseng"

In the dream, in the kitchen of the An family, An Qisheng was muttering something in his mouth, and his hands were moving non-stop. He threw the ingredients and medicines into the pot one by one, and slowly boiled them over a low fire.

This was his 43rd experiment, and I don't know how much he wasted.

More than an hour later, he boiled a large pot of ingredients and medicines into three large bowls of medicinal food.

"Science is science, but this taste"

An Qisheng's eyelids trembled when he smelled this indescribable taste.

Even though he drank it for many times, he still couldn't get used to the taste.

Gulp~

Gritting his teeth, An Qisheng suppressed his nausea and drank a large bowl of soup.

Bitter!

Astringent!

Spicy!

Sour!

Countless flavors blossomed on his taste buds and rushed straight to his brain.

Bang~

The bowl fell to the ground, and An Qisheng moved his feet, rushed out of the kitchen, and walked out of the house in a few quick steps to the yard.

He reached out and lifted the wooden pole spear stuck in the middle of the yard, swung it, and held the spear horizontally with one hand.

This white wax spear is three meters long, the handle is as thick as a duck egg, and the weight of the spear head is nearly 20 kilograms. It is difficult for ordinary people to hold it flat with both hands.

An Qisheng held the handle of the spear with one hand, and the long spear did not move at all.

Shaking the spear is a training method recorded in many boxing techniques. It can train the whole strength and listening strength, and it is the most laborious.

It seems to be just standing still, but it is actually much more strenuous than any intense exercise.

In just a moment, sweat appeared on An Qisheng's forehead.

In the dream, his body was just like his real body, and it was really difficult to hold the spear.

"Changes in Strength"

An Qisheng held the spear with one hand, his shining eyes half closed, and carefully felt the changes in his own strength and the effect of the medicinal food.

In his feeling, a ball of heat exploded in his stomach and flowed between his waist.

As his physical strength was consumed, it slowly disappeared.

However, An Qisheng knew that it was not disappearing, but that his control over his body was far from subtle.

The dissipation or loss of the medicinal power was still taking effect in his body.

One second, one minute

Twenty minutes later, An Qisheng let go, and the spear fell to the ground with a clang, and sweat fell from his body, soaking his clothes.

"It's still too difficult. If it were in reality, it would hurt my body."

The spear fell to the ground, and An Qisheng was panting.

Before he got sick, he could hold this spear for half an hour without blushing or panting, but now he can't do that.

Huh~

An Qisheng didn't rest even though his arms were numb, his waist was sore, and his legs were weak. He did not rush or slow down to practice Baji small fight.

Only by exhausting his physical strength can he feel the effect of this medicinal diet on him more subtly.

After all, he only has 24 hours in a dream. If he wants to try more combinations of medicinal diets, he can't waste any time.

Anyway, it's a dream, so he doesn't care about hurting his body.

If he did this in reality, he would go to the hospital in one day and die suddenly in three days.

Another hour later, An Qisheng finally lost his strength and fell to the ground in the yard with a plop. His hands and feet began to twitch.

"No, it still doesn't work. It doesn't achieve the effect described in the recipe."

After lying on his back for 20 minutes, An Qisheng gritted his teeth and struggled to get up and walked towards the kitchen again:

"Forty-three experiments failed, and we have to keep trying."

Just as An Qisheng tried the medicinal diet that suited him day and night again and again.

Across the ocean from Daxuan, in the Golden Eagle Empire, on the coastal plains of Florida, an extraordinary chase unfolded without the knowledge of the outside world.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

On the endless prairie, thunderous explosions resounded through the clear sky.

Whoosh~

A figure was sprinting across the deserted plain with only his bare feet, pulling up a billowing wave of smoke and dust that stretched for dozens of meters behind him.

He was a tall and slender young man, wearing a tattered black suit full of holes, with long hair draped behind him, and a ferocious look flashed on his cold face.

Between his chest and abdomen, there was a horrible wound that was still bleeding, and bullets could be seen squeezed out from his squirming internal organs!

He was very fast, extremely fast.

The weeds and trees on both sides were approached by him, and then left far behind, smashed to pieces by countless bullets falling from the sky!

Behind him, in the clear sky above his head, there were dozens of Falcon fighters!

Those dozens of fighters were arranged in a tactical formation, circling on both sides, humming and circling, sweeping down a torrent of bullets like a net, covering the figure that was rushing fast!

It flattened countless plants on the ground like a plow and sweep, and the smoke and dust were everywhere!

"What the hell is this place!

What the hell is this place! What the hell is this place!!!"

Tong Zhengyang was so angry that he couldn't help but roar.

His voice was condensed and penetrated the high-speed airflow and exploded like thunder at a height of hundreds of meters.

At the beginning, he was still very fortunate to get rid of the pursuit of Huangjue Temple and Wangquandao, but he never thought that he would come to a desperate place!

A place without any spiritual energy, and being chased by a group of strange things like a stray dog ​​for hundreds and thousands of miles!

"Damn bastard, I really want to shoot him in the dermatitis."

In the Falcon fighter flying in the sky, the pilot John gritted his teeth and looked at the figure running wildly on the ground.

He swore that he had never seen such a terrifying humanoid creature in his life.

Under the siege of the powerful Golden Eagle Air Force, he was able to carry the overwhelming artillery shells, and the torrent of bullets ran from the Free Port of York City to the coastal plains of Florida!

The fighters destroyed by him have exceeded the Golden Eagle Empire attacking the bearded man.

The soldiers who died under his hands were enough to make a congressman step down, and the president accused him!

"The target is close to entering the net! The target is close to entering the net!"

Suddenly, John's eyes lit up, and he pressed the button with a grin, and the airborne artillery shells were ready to fire.

"A bunch of damn bastards, if not, if not!"

Tong Zhengyang's mouth and nose blew out a strong airflow, and his exposed internal organs sent an extremely strong signal to his brain.

Hungry!

Hungry!

Hungry!

His brain, his internal organs, and every part of his body were hysterically roaring at him:

I'm hungry!

Tong Zhengyang knew that this was because his true energy was almost exhausted and his meridians were on the verge of limit.

And this damned place of absolute spirituality had no spiritual energy at all.

If this goes on, I will starve to death!

Boom!

Tong Zhengyang, who was in the hurricane, suddenly changed color, and saw that in front of the coastline that could be seen in the distance, there were suddenly two black lines!

One black line in the air was similar to the flying monster chasing him for hundreds of miles behind him.

One black line on the ground was a steel monster with a horn without feet that could spray out terrifying attacks!

"A bunch of damned people, smash them! Even Huangjue Temple and Wangquan Dao didn't kill me, Tong Zhengyang, how dare you?"

"You are worthy!!!"

The roar of anger resounded across the plain, and the fighter pilots hundreds of meters in the air were frightened and suddenly rose high.

Boom!

Tong Zhengyang suddenly bent over, his thick legs burst through his trouser legs, and his blue-black meridians were entangled like a dragon.

With just one step, the ground under his feet exploded.

The earth and rocks rolled up with him, reaching dozens of meters in the air. At the same time, he shook his arms, drained all his true energy, and made a sound like an eagle or ape:

"Wangquan Sword!"

This chapter was written a little slowly.