After Lin Yang got the Fire Cloud Pill, he took out one of them and crushed it on his palm without any delay, and then put his hands together and flat on his chest, and the whole person quickly entered a state of concentration.
A faint red light overflowed from between his palms, slowly inhaled by Lin Yang's nose, and then filled his whole body, dyeing his whole body a faint red.
Lin Yang's skin, muscles and even every cell began to tremble slightly under the red energy package. The taste was like a fire, hot and hot, but it had supreme benefits to the flesh.
This is the awesomeness of the body of the fire spirit. Instead of swallowing the pill, the energy of the flame attribute in the pill is sucked into the body through the most direct way to achieve a 100% absorption rate, which is better than simple Oral elixir will at least double the effect.
A single Fire Cloud Pill can increase Lin Yang's body by more than 30 kilograms of strength. Only three Lin Yang can reach four hundred kilograms of strength, but his current body can only absorb at most two per day. The energy of Fire Cloud Pill was more than enough for Lin Yang, except for the time to cultivate Yan Shen Jin within three days.
Lin Yang endured this burning pain without a trace of escape. Although he was sweating profusely in just a few breaths, this pain was nothing compared to the bloody hatred in his heart.
A wealthy young master like Wen Jun does not enter Lin Yang's eyes at all. Everything he suffers at this moment will only be used to trample that cunning and vicious Chen Chaoge under his feet in the future.
Go on, let the pain come more violently!
The time of three days passed so fast.
Lin Yang shut himself in the hut. Except for Wen Qingqing's often worried glance at the past, everyone else thought that this was just a cover for him to avoid fear and deceive himself.
No one would think that Lin Yang, a teenage doll, could get any chance in the hands of a warrior in the middle stage of tempering Wen Jun.
On the night before the battle began, Wen Junzheng happily drank a glass of wine in the private room of the most famous restaurant in Yuncheng, [Zixing Pavilion], and arched his hands at a young man sitting opposite:
"Haha, Brother Ouyang, don't worry, I have promised that you will take care of my sister, so there will be nothing wrong with you. Tomorrow I will beat that kid in public, haha!"
Opposite Wen Jun, a young man with long fluttering hair had slender eyebrows, thin lips, and the taste of suave and chic on his body was more than that of Wen Jun, especially the smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if the whole The world is generally under his control.
The long-haired boy looked at Wen Jun’s blushing face, smiled faintly, raised the jug, filled Wen Jun’s wine glass and handed it over: "Brother Wen is polite, and I will ask Brother Wen to be forgiving and forgiving tomorrow. Don’t fix it too badly. Sister Qingqing is afraid that she won’t be able to see the scene."
"Hahaha! Or else, Brother Ouyang, you will be considerate, you brother-in-law, I'm sure!" Wen Jun drank a glass of fine wine again, and did not notice the faintness in the eyes of the opposite son Ouyang. Cold light.
At the same time, inside the hut, Lin Yang slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
"Yan Shen Jin, I have reached the level of Xiaocheng, and the time is just right!"
He slowly got up, and slowly moved his strength in the dark night. Suddenly, with a punch, there seemed to be a muffled thunder in the dim hut. The momentum was far beyond the initial stage of body quenching. The limit of warrior.
"Well, not bad!"
The corner of Lin Yang's mouth outlines a satisfactory arc, and after changing into a sweatshirt, he calmly lay on the bed.