An Jing has been practicing the Sun Shooting Jue recently. Although she has made great progress, she still has not been able to understand the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Jue, thus advancing to the epic level.
Originally, with her talent, it shouldn't be difficult to advance to the Epic rank, but because of her hidden body disease, she was still unable to perceive the true mystery of the Sun Shooting Art.
An Jing is not afraid of suffering, and she can endure the inhuman pain caused by her old illness every time she practices the Sun Shooting Art.
However, comprehension of this kind of thing cannot be solved by bearing hardships. For those with poor talent, even if they practice for ten years, they may not be as good as some people's epiphany overnight.
Quiet is gifted, savvy and hard-working enough. She can be said to be a rare genius in the world, but her body is not suitable for practicing the Sun Shooting Jue, which makes her feel like she has no way to comprehend the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Jue through something. .
After failing to comprehend again, Quiet huddled in a corner of the room in pain. Every time she practiced the Sun Shooting Art, she had to endure such pain.
The phone rang, An Jing barely managed to stand up, walked to the table, picked up the phone and connected the call.
"My little Jingjing, I haven't seen you for a long time. Mom wants to have a meal with you. Are you free tonight?" Ouyang Lan's voice came from the phone.
"Today..." An Jing had just practiced the Sun Shooting Art, and the pain on her body didn't disappear so quickly. Now she really didn't want to move a single step.
"Mom only has you and Tianzuo as my sweethearts. Tianzuo is busy with military affairs. I haven't seen him for many days. You go to school and live on campus. Every day the house is empty and I'm the only one left alone, lonely..." As Ouyang Lan was talking, she felt like she was about to cry, she was sad when she heard it, and shed tears when she smelled it.
"I see, I will go back tonight." Jing Jing said helplessly.
Ouyang Lan's side immediately turned cloudy and sunny, and said happily: "Then I'll wait for you at the Migao restaurant, by the way, remember to call Xiaowen and let him have a meal with me, I haven't seen him for a long time , I will ask Ah Sheng to pick you up at the gate of the academy."
"You don't know..." Before Jing Jing finished speaking, there was a beeping sound from the receiver of the mobile phone, and Ouyang Lan had already hung up the call.
Jing Jing frowned slightly. Although she had let go of the quota when she took the initiative to let Zhou Wen go to the Holy Land instead of her, even so, she was still unwilling to face Zhou Wen. When she saw Zhou Wen, she always had a lump in her heart.
She always felt that if it wasn't for her physical problems, she would be the most suitable candidate.
He wanted not to call Zhou Wen, but Ouyang Lan had already said it, so he hesitated for a while, washed and changed his clothes, walked out of his small building, and went outside Zhou Wen's small building.
He rang the doorbell, but after waiting for a while, Zhou Wen did not come out.
"It's not that I didn't bark, it's that he's not here." An Jing pressed the button three times, but no one responded, so she turned around and prepared to leave.
Boom!
At this moment, Jing Jing suddenly heard something sound from Zhou Wen's small building. It sounded like something was wrong, as if something had been broken.
"Is something going to happen?" An Jing glanced at Zhou Wen's small building, but then thought: "What does it have to do with me if he doesn't have an accident?"
Turned around and took a few steps, and when she was about to return to her own yard, Jing Jing turned around and walked to the gate of Zhou Wen's small building, rang the doorbell again, and muttered to herself while ringing the doorbell, as if trying to convince herself : "He lives next door to me, just separated by a wall. If something happens to him and it affects me, I have to figure it out."
But after ringing the doorbell a few times, there was still no response, and the sound of something breaking was heard again in the small building.
Jing Jing looked up and saw that Zhou Wen's balcony glass door on the second floor was not locked, so he jumped up, landed on the balcony, pushed the balcony door and walked in.
"Zhou Wen, what are you doing?" Jing Jing walked inside while speaking.
No one answered her, and then there was another bang, Jing Jing heard it clearly this time, the sound came from the practice room.
"There is a soundproof design in the practice room. Even if you are practicing punching sandbags, there will be no such sound. What the hell is he doing? Nothing really happened, right?" An Jing thought in her heart, and looked around again. , suddenly saw that a floor was burned and distorted, as if it had melted and then solidified, and felt a little bad in my heart, thinking that something must have happened.
Jing Jing naturally didn't know that the floor was burned when Zhou Wen summoned the goldfish, and he thought Zhou Wen was attacked.
"Could it be that the Federal Supervision Bureau attacked him?" An Jing walked quickly to the practice room, and pushed the door, but the door was locked, and she couldn't push it.
Jing Jing knocked on the door a few times, and called Zhou Wen's name a few more times, but no one answered, making it even more certain that something happened to Zhou Wen.
Without further hesitation, he summoned a sword, cut off the steel door of the training room, and rushed into the training room.
What he saw at the entrance made An Jing slightly startled.
There was no scene in the practice room as she imagined. There were no people from the Supervision Bureau, no traces of fighting, and nothing was broken.
The only thing that could be seen was that Zhou Wen was suspended in the air, and his whole body seemed to be emitting light and heat, like a sun.
Although the light was harsh, it didn't hurt anyone. Although the temperature made people feel hot, it wasn't unbearable. Instead, it felt comfortable, as if they were basking in the sun.
"He's condensing his life soul..." An Jing stared at Zhou Wen, his pupils constricting slightly.
When she defeated Zhou Wen with one move before, Zhou Wen was still just a low-level mortal-level. In less than a year, Zhou Wen was about to condense his soul to be promoted to the epic-level. This speed is too fast. It was so close that An Jing felt a little jealous.
"If it wasn't for my old illness, I would have already been promoted to the Epic rank. If I hadn't been unable to go to the Holy Land, the blood of the Sun God in him should belong to me." An Jing looked at Zhou Wen, thinking in her heart.
But soon, Jing Jing discovered that something was wrong with Zhou Wen's situation.
Zhou Wen's strength looks like the result of the Sun Shooting Art being suitable for the blood of the Sun God, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is not the case, it seems a little different.
"What's going on? Didn't he practice the Sun Shooting Art? Then what did he practice? How did he get the blood of the Sun God?" An Jing was full of doubts, staring at Zhou Wen who was gathering his soul.
Boom! Boom!
Jing Jing heard the voice again, and now she found that the voice came from Zhou Wen's body, it was his chest, and the voice seemed to be his heartbeat.