This discovery shocked him. If he had no true energy in his body, how could he be considered a person with super powers? You have to know that their super powers are brought from the womb.
The difference in the level of supernatural powers is the true qi in your body. People with high supernatural powers have a continuous circulation of true qi, while people with low supernatural powers have used up their true qi, and they are almost the same as normal martial artists.
He thought quickly. If he wanted to know whether he could recover or not, he could only make a desperate move and mobilize the true Qi hidden deep in his body.
He wanted to make hand seals to mobilize his internal energy, but he found that his hands were tied, and tied backwards, so it would not be easy to break them even if he wanted to.
But he must regain his freedom no matter what, otherwise he would not only lose his reputation but even his life. Thinking of this, he concentrated all his strength on his arms and prepared to exert force.
But no matter how he struggled, the rope did not loosen at all. Instead, the more he struggled, the tighter it became. Only then did he realize something was wrong. He turned his head hard and finally caught sight of a thin silver rope.
It was just such a thin rope, and he was a person with special abilities, so how could he not break it? The spy narrowed his eyes, thinking about something in his mind.
"China has a treasure that is said to be a gift from heaven. It is used to deal with those immortal cultivators or people with special abilities who want to harm China. Once you are bound by this treasure, you will not be able to escape even if you have great abilities."
The spy finally recalled the words of their country's prime minister. At first, they thought it was absurd. Did the heaven only protect China? Then what were they
Thinking about it now, I am shocked. It is indeed so. This treasure has a very nice name, "The Immortal Binding Rope". It is thin and white, and reflects a little silver light in the sunlight.
He couldn't help but take another look at the rope in his hand. It was indeed thin and white, reflecting a little silver light in the sun, but there seemed to be something wrong with the silver light.
The spy calmed down and simply closed his eyes, preparing to use his consciousness to check the rope. Originally, his level was not yet high enough to enter consciousness at will, but today he did it.
Consciousness is clearer than what the eyes see. He clearly saw that the silver light in the sunlight took on the shape of a Bagua diagram, and that Bagua diagram seemed to be alive and could change with his movements.
The spy's consciousness only lasted for a while, and then he fell into an endless coma. Cheng Qiao ignored him, but answered Hu Laita, wanting to see how he was now.
The door to Hu's tatty room was shrouded in white mist. Ye Xiaolin stood at the door anxiously. He obviously thought there was a fire inside, but he couldn't knock the door open.
"Cheng Qiao, come and see what's going on."
Cheng Qiao sensed a familiar smell in the mist. It was the smell of her space well water. Could it be...
"Brother Xiaolin, let's not disturb Uncle Sloppy. I think he's going to advance."
"Advancement... Could it be..."
Seeing the envy in Ye Xiaolin's eyes, Cheng Qiao couldn't bear to look at it. What do men need most? If it is money and beautiful women, then you are wrong.
What a man needs is power, a power that can control everything, but Ye Xiaolin obviously doesn't have that power. He can't even control his own destiny.
"I'm going out for a walk."
Ye Xiaolin walked out of the Li family's yard somewhat disappointedly and headed towards the back mountain. Cheng Qiao did not stop him. She thought that time would dilute everything and Ye Xiaolin would figure it out.
Cheng Qiao started to busy herself for Li Huan again, and Li Huan slowly calmed down. He found that after taking a bath, he practiced according to the meditation book given by Hu Laita, and he seemed to be different.
"Coincidentally, take a look at this meditation book. I feel like something is different about me, but I don't know what it is."
Cheng Qiao took a few thin pages of paper and only then realized the difference of the paper. The paper was very rough and felt coarse when she held it in her hand.
She carefully looked at the paintings of meditation on the paper, but after looking at them for a long time, she felt that the people in the paintings seemed to move.
"Li Huan, look at these characters carefully. Watch them carefully."
Li Huan took it suspiciously. He looked at it every day, but listening to Cheng Qiao's words had become an obsession in his heart, so he took the notebook and read it carefully.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes passed, and enlightenment finally showed in Li Huan's eyes. He put down the notebook and started meditating again like the person in the painting.
This time, he seemed to have entered a wonderful state. The movements that were originally extremely stiff, or even impossible to do, seemed to become very easy at this moment, and the connecting movements were also done in one go.
Cheng Qiao quietly retreated, went to the kitchen to cook some food and put it in the space for use, and cleaned up the woodshed. The spy had to be given a place to live, and it was not right for him to always sleep in the backyard.
As night fell, Ye Xiaolin came back. Cheng Qiao knew from his expression that this guy had figured it out. Everyone who comes to this world always has his own path to go, and there is nothing to envy.
"Brother Xiaolin, after dinner, help me carry the spy to the woodshed. I'm ready."
"How is he now?"
"Still unconscious."
"I'll be there right away."
Ye Xiaolin sent the spy into the woodshed, washed his hands carefully, and then returned to his room. In the middle of the night, heavy snow fell like goose feathers, and the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.
Cheng Qiao entered the room and saw Li Huan still meditating. The only difference was that Li Huan was sweating. Cheng Qiao was delighted but did not dare to touch him.
She went to the woodshed again. The reed pill had been in the spy's stomach for more than twelve hours, but why was there no reaction? Could it be that the pill had failed in its refining
Xiangyang Village had not yet had electricity, so Cheng Qiao simply lit a pine branch, which could be used for both lighting and as a weapon. He stopped at the door for a while, and seeing that there was no movement inside, he pushed the door open.
As the door opened, a cold wind mixed with drifting snow entered the woodshed. The spy shivered and finally woke up from his coma. He moved, trying to adjust his true energy to break the rope.
But just as he took a breath, a chill from the cracks between his bones attacked his whole body, directly dispersing the true energy that he had gathered with great difficulty.
"Cold poison, impossible. Isn't he already dead? Could it be that he poisoned me when I was not prepared? I didn't notice it when my superpowers were full, and it has taken effect now."
The spy's first reaction was that he had been poisoned by his partner, whose most powerful poison was named after him, called cold poison.