Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

Just then, Qin Fann unintentionally noticed a piece of yellow paper in the corner. "True Dragon Fist?"

A look of interest appeared on his face. He held it in his hand and looked at it silently. It didn't matter if he looked at it, he was completely engrossed in it.

The cultivation of the True Dragon Fist was extremely difficult, it required a large amount of physical strength. Otherwise, it was equivalent to harming one's own body, so very few people would choose to cultivate it.

The most important thing was that it was only one style. No one knew where the martial skills were located, so it was very inconspicuous. There was already too much dust on it.

Qin Fann did not care about all these, what he needed now was physical martial skills, and to the current him, it was just a piece of empty flesh, he had to completely unleash the power of his physical body.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

A cry came from his stomach, Qin Fann woke up, a light flashed past his eyes, and he engraved the True Dragon Fist in his heart.

"If my guess is not wrong, the True Dragon Fist should be a fist art left behind by the ancestor of the Azure Dragon Sect, the Azure Dragon. The remaining parts can be found elsewhere."

After a moment of contemplation, he decided not to say anything else and headed outside.

This time, he had stayed in the Meridian Hidden Pavilion for nearly three months.

When they arrived outside the Meridian Hidden Pavilion, it was noon, and there was a large amount of sunlight shining down. It was so bright that one could not even open their eyes, and they had recovered in the blink of an eye.

The old man was still seated cross-legged in front of him. When he saw Qin Fann, his eyes slightly narrowed and a cold light suddenly appeared, as if he was opening a new space.

Qin Fann bowed slightly, he did not say much and left the place. He was already interested in the True Dragon Fist and was eager to give it a try.

After all, three months had passed, and right now, he could be said to be a true Outer Sect disciple, so he was no longer a newcomer.

this old man gave him a feeling that he was as vast as the ocean. He was definitely one of the few seniors that had hidden their true strength within the Azure Dragon Sect; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so pressured to the point of being unable to breathe.

After Qin Fann left, the old man started talking to himself, "This guy is really ambitious, he actually dared to think about Dragon Fist. I really don't know if this is a blessing or a curse."

As he finished speaking, he closed his eyes once again. Although he did not speak, he still took Qin Fann's every action and action to heart.

No one knew better than him how dangerous the True Dragon Fist was. The most important thing was that they had to have a strong foundation, otherwise, the later the damage the body would receive would be even greater.

Qin Fann rubbed his stomach as he walked. There were still eleven Spirit Stone s left, and they were thinking about how to solve their problem.

The most important thing was that he could not spend money recklessly, otherwise he would not be able to cultivate the True Dragon Fist.

He realized that not only did he consume a lot of energy when cultivating his bloodline, but he also consumed a lot of energy from the Dragon Fist. He felt bitter. Could it be that he would need to bring food with him when he entered the battlefield?

"Hmm?"

When he arrived at his own house, he noticed a fat man standing next to him with a worried expression on his face.

He wasn't very old, only around fifteen years old. In front of him were seven or eight trenches of pigs. It was unknown what they were doing there.

In that moment, Qin Fann's eyes turned blood-red. Each of these trenches pig had a weight of at least a hundred kilograms, it was definitely a big meal.

Most people would not even be able to buy such a thing, because it was worthless unless there was a special channel …

"Hello, Fellow Daoist." Qin Fann took a step forward and was the first to greet him, his eyes filled with kindness.

"Hello, where are you staying? I've never seen you before!"

The big size man in front of him moved his hands to his head, his eyes had a puzzled look. He had been here for a long time, walking around every day, and was very unfamiliar with Qin Fann.

"I live next door to you, probably because I haven't gone out in the past few days. Let me introduce myself, Qin Fann."

Qin Fann cupped his fists and said absent-mindedly, his gaze sweeping across the few trenches pigs under the big sized man's hands.

He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and realized that he was almost unable to control himself.

"Good!" The big man nodded and introduced himself.

The helplessness in his eyes returned, and he looked at the six trenches in front of him, constantly worrying.

When he saw Qin Fann, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother Qin, I wonder if I can ask for your help with something."

There was an indescribable look in his eyes. He had never imagined that a fatty of at least two hundred pounds would be able to show such a bashful expression.

Qin Fann suppressed the discontent in his heart and squeezed out a smile, "Speak your mind."

Just as he was thinking about how to deceive this fatty and get the few trenches of pigs under his command, he was the first to open his mouth.

"Brother Qin, I won't hide it from you. I am a beast tamer. I must have seen these six trenches. I bought them to practice my beast taming skills, but all of them have failed."

As he spoke, Cai Jia's face was filled with helplessness and desolation.

A strange feeling rose in Qin Fann's heart. It had to be known that beast tamers and body cultivators were the same, a type of training that burned through money.

Not just these two, but whether it was array masters, pill masters, inscription masters, or weapons craftsmen … They were all very expensive and could not be consumed by ordinary disciples.

After a few days of training, he had gained some understanding of the various occupations, and thoughtfully nodded his head. For every Vicious Beast, a beast tamer could only tame it three times, and after three times the Vicious Beast's life force would weaken or become irritable and restless, and they would just run away.

"Brother Cai, don't tell me you want to sell all six of these trenches to me?"

Qin Fann continued to ask but his face revealed a pondering expression; he did not express his goal.

As he finished speaking, the embarrassed look on Cai Jia's face became even deeper, "If you don't want to sell it, there's no way to continue purchasing trenches for training. Brother Qin, just one piece of Spirit Stone, what do you think?"

Even if they went to other places to buy it, a single Spirit Stone would still be worth a lot of money.

Qin Fann couldn't bear to scam him. After all, the two of them might contact each other in the future.

"Alright, this is six Spirit Stone s, but you need to promise me one condition."

He raised his hand and threw the six Spirit Stone s into the hands of Ning Jia, staring at her with bright and spirited eyes. Without waiting for an answer, he spoke first, "You must promise me that if you fail again in the future, you'll have to sell your trenches to me."

He was overjoyed. If that was the case, it would mean that he would have a stable source of cultivation for himself. He would be able to relax and cultivate.

"Brother Qin, don't worry. If that's the case, then it can't be any better."

Cai Jia's face lit up, he never expected that the person in front of him would be so generous.

She anxiously hung the Storage Bag s on her waist, took out two bracelets and placed the six trench pigs inside, and threw them into Qin Fann's hands. This bracelet was not worth much, it was only a few pieces of Spirit Stone.