fifty percent...
Sixty percent... seventy percent...
eighty percent...
In the end, when there was still 20% of the Yin Qi in the ghost jade, the Yin Qi could no longer be compressed.
Fangzheng frowned.
Then let go quickly.
This is somewhat in his expectation.
After all, when he was in the "Seventh Layer of Nine Suns Divine Art", the space for Yin Qi to move in the ghost jade was only suppressed to 50%.
Moreover, Fangzheng also noticed that the harder he compressed the Yin Qi's activity space, the more condensed the Yin Qi was, and the more tenacious and intense the resistance. He reckoned that the last 20% of space might not be as easy as before.
In the bedroom at home, Fangzheng rubbed his chin, he was calculating the gains and losses, should he continue to deduce "Nine Suns God Gang"
If you continue to deduce it upwards, if "Nine Suns God Gang (II)" is still divided into twelve layers, and each layer needs to spend at least two ordinary runes, it is equivalent to spending a total of twenty-four ordinary runes to reach the twelve layers. arts.
But who knows, does "Nine Suns Godly Gang (II)" have more stringent conditions in terms of physical fitness
In the end, Fangzheng decided to practice "Xiantian Gong" first.
Not only can save a lot of precious runes.
It can also deal with the immediate crisis first.
"Congenital Qi Gong" is known as the source of martial arts in the world, and it can cultivate innate true energy. Even practiced to the highest esoteric point, can also give birth to the illusory innate power of good fortune. Anyway, the martial arts cheats are so evilly introduced.
Innately infuriating, it is exciting to think about it.
Other internal strength and mind methods are all acquired true qi.
Fang Zheng quickly made a decision.
Next, Fang Zheng, who had already practiced "Nine Suns Divine Gang", turned to practice "Xiantian Kungfu".
This practice, the sky is dark again, day and night.
Fangzheng's daily activity routes are fixed home, nursery school, and university town.
Three points and one line, nothing can be shaken.
…
As the weather gradually warms up, the number of rainy days has also gradually increased, especially the occasional showers, which bring a little bit of coolness to people and sweep away some sweltering heat, but also bring inconvenience to travel.
night,
It was raining patteringly in the sky, and the dark clouds covered the sky so that the stars and the moon could not be seen in the sky, and the sky and the earth were extremely dark.
This is the urban-rural fringe,
At 9:30 in the evening, the last shift of the city bus.
This is an old bus stop plastered with psoriasis advertisements, which is slightly yellow under the street lamps. Outside the bus stop is a rainy day with pattering rain.
A slightly overweight middle-aged man hurried into the bus stop to shelter from the rain, muttering and cursing a few words about this damn rainy day, it rains as soon as it says it will.
After the middle-aged man ran into the bus stop, he found that there were already more than a dozen people there.
Some people are hiding from the rain like him, and some people are waiting for the last bus.
"One person does not enter the temple, two people do not look at the well, three people do not hug a tree, and sit alone without leaning on a railing."
A hoarse man's voice seemed to be leaking, suddenly said to the middle-aged man who was sheltering from the rain at the bus stop.
This person is thin and thin, and his whole body is wrapped in a black windbreaker, even his head is covered under the hood of the windbreaker. Talking to a middle-aged man.
"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man looked at the strange person in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the weird man whose face could not be seen clearly under the shadow threw out a coin, and then quickly covered it with his palms. It was a pair of bruised palms covered with scars.
"Guess, is it a word or a picture?" said the man under the windbreaker.
"I'm sick." The middle-aged man ran away.
"Guess, is it a word or a picture?" However, the man in the windbreaker stretched out his palms from the dark shadows, letting the middle-aged man guess.
After avoiding this several times, the middle-aged man finally got bored, and wanted to leave as soon as possible after a random guess: "Picture."
But when he opened his palm, it was a word.
This is a copper coin of the Qing Dynasty.
On one side of the copper coin, the words "Great Qing Copper Coin" are impressively embedded.
"You lost." The voice of the man under the windbreaker was still leaking. When he said the three words you lost, there seemed to be a bit of a strange tone in his voice.
"Do you want to change your luck? Blow on it, maybe this time you will be lucky, and you will have a chance to win." The man under the windbreaker threw the big Qing copper coin again, put his right hand on the back of his left hand, and continued to let the middle-aged man Guess.
call!
"This time... I want to choose words."
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief at the Qing copper coin under his palm, and said hesitantly.
Then turn over the palm, and the result is the back, with a dragon in the center of the back of the money.
"You lost again." The man under the windbreaker began to speak more and more strangely.
"Take another breath, maybe you can really win this time."
"I don't believe it. People will be unlucky three times in a row. This time, I, I... I still choose words, no, I want to choose pictures!" The middle-aged man seemed to be bewitched, like a red-eyed loser The gambler, after blowing on the coins, stared at the scarred hands.
The people around were very strange. They didn't seem to notice that the two people who were guessing coins in front of them were still chatting on their own, or they were waiting for the bus alone, and they didn't notice the strangeness of the middle-aged man.
It was as if the two of them were isolated from the world.
However, when the man under the windbreaker opened his palm for the third time, the words "Great Qing Copper Coin" were drawn out this time.
"You lost again."
The voice of the man under the windbreaker began to take pleasure in others' misfortune.
But the middle-aged man didn't seem to notice the weirdness in front of him. He really looked like a red-eyed gambler, and this time he took the initiative to say: "Come again!!"
call.
He blew out another breath on the Qing copper coin.
"You lost again."
"You lost again."
…
Repeatedly again and again, the middle-aged man guesses the picture and then produces the word, guesses the word and then produces the picture, the middle-aged man is like a bewildered man, he keeps betting and losing, and his whole person is red-eyed.
Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and people fight for breath.
His anger became more and more exhausted, and even he didn't notice that his complexion became paler and paler. As he exhaled at the copper coins again and again, his Yang Qi became weaker and weaker, and his complexion was so ugly that it lost the color of a normal person.
"Come again!! I must win today!!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked more and more like a red-eyed gambler.
However, after betting forty-six times, the man under the windbreaker stopped throwing copper coins, but said with a strange tone and a wicked smile: "No, you have no more bets, and your lifespan has already been lost."
At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, his face was pale, and he stood there in a daze.
Then, I saw him turn around, and walk down the bus platform with a dull expression like a lost soul... Bang!
A bus that just entered the bus stop, the driver had no time to brake, had already knocked down the middle-aged man heavily and got caught under the wheels, and was directly crushed into a bloody mess.
Until then, the dozen or so people on the bus platform seemed to finally be able to see the bloody middle-aged man again, and suddenly screamed in terror and rioted.
…
in a few days.
daytime.
Under Fangzheng's practice of opening up resources, his speed of entry increased day by day. Day and night, he was all practicing "Xiantian Gong" hard.
Because there is no physical limitation, he does not need to be distracted by other things.
"The Third Level of Congenital Qi Gong",
"Fourth Layer of Congenital Qi Gong"...
The price of rapid entry is a sharp reduction in the deposit of human skin scriptures, and four bowls of blood-enriching medicine are needed for the huge blood of cultivation, which is another very huge expenditure.
It doesn't cost much runes to strengthen the secret scriptures, but it is the cultivation resources that really account for the bulk of the runes consumption.
Today, fifteen days have passed since the last time the Ghost Head Saber was strengthened. In this short period of fifteen days, sixty runes were consumed just for the expense of the blood-enriching medicine. After practicing "Xian Qi Gong" to the fifth level, Fang Zheng's savings were stretched again.
Originally, he had fifty-one ordinary runes. In the past half a month, he had strengthened the Ghost Head Knife, strengthened the cheats, and strengthened the blood-enriching medicine. After adding them together, he consumed 80 runes at a rapid rate in half a month. Three runes.
If you bury your head in hard work and enter the country too quickly, you will also have troubles.
It's just too much resource consumption for cultivation.
Even during these fifteen days, he was able to get two to three ordinary runes every night in the university city, but after adding and subtracting, now only five ordinary runes are left in all his possessions.
And four special runes that are shiny green.
However, with high investment comes high return.
The more he practiced "Xiantian Gong", Fangzheng was quite surprised in terms of healing and self-healing power. In his trip to Southeast Asia, the wound on his right hand, which was severely injured due to excessive force, has completely healed, leaving no scars.
It was a miracle that broke the medical world.
"Congenital Qi Gong" is a secret book created by combining Taoist Qi nourishing techniques. It can cure all diseases, regulate deficiency and excess, and harmonize yin and yang... Maybe you are not good at fighting, but you have a lot of skills in nourishing Qi and nourishing the essence of life. uniqueness.
The more Fangzheng practiced to the later stage, the more he could appreciate the changes that "Xiantian Gong" brought to his body.
The eyes and ears are clear, and the five senses are sharpened.
It seems to be some miraculous effect of genetic evolution! !
After Fangzheng finished his daytime practice, he picked up his phone and exited the airplane mode, only to find that there were more than 30 missed calls on the phone.
They all came from the same number, the forensic doctor Sun Yushu who hadn't been in touch for a long time.
Thirty or so missed calls seemed to be urgent. Fangzheng called back, and the call was connected quickly. Before he could speak, Sun Yushu asked anxiously, "Is it Brother Fang?"
Fang Zheng hummed.
Sun Yushu said hastily, "Brother Fang, I wonder if you have heard a saying, 'If one person does not enter the temple, two do not look at the well, three do not hug a tree, and sit alone, don't lean on the railing'?"
"My college tutor, it is very likely... the same supernatural event happened to me two months ago. Recently, my college tutor's colleagues who worked in prisons when they were young have died one after another in the past few days..."
(end of this chapter)