"Go wash the dishes."
The man was lying in the boat with his back to An Zheng, but suddenly he laughed, stretched out his finger and gestured with his middle finger.
An Zheng walked towards the top of the mountain where Qinghui Sect was located. As he walked, he recalled the figures of various characters in the book. The drawing was originally very simple, but it also had a lot of arrows marked on it. Who the hell knows what those arrows mean, whoever drew this thing should be damned.
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
However, he was disappointed. There was not a single word in this exercise book, only the scrawled patterns of hatred. It can be seen that the person who drew this picture has no painting skills at all, and the drawing is simply horrible. The human body patterns drawn look like stick figures.
As he started running, he looked down at his legs moving back and forth. Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and ran back again. He ran to the river in one breath, picked up the book and flipped through it quickly. As the pages of the book reacted, the stick figures inside began to move.
Without thinking about anything else, he opened the book and began to read it seriously.
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
Seeing that An Zheng hadn't come back when the time was up, he reached out to untie the cable of the boat and left. But just as the boat began to slide downstream, a black shadow in the distance passed over like lightning and jumped with a bang. To the bow.
The middle-aged man finished eating the fish and drank the fish soup, then handed the bowl to An Zheng: "Wash it clean."
An Zheng ran and watched, and the more he watched, the more frightened he became.
As time passed by, An Zheng no longer felt peaceful. He threw the book aside with a snap, picked up two bowls, and walked towards the mountain.
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
An Zheng looked at that guy like a monster, and finally burst out: "Who are you?! I would have asked me to carry some broken fish basket when I met you. If you hadn't said you would tell me where my friends are, Why am I carrying your fish basket? I'm going to wash the dishes for you. Do you want me to give you a back rub?"
If you reach the third level...then it will be an invincible way to save your life.
An Zheng raised his fist and shook it. The man glanced at An Zheng. An Zheng unclenched his fist and went over to take two bowls to wash by the river.
"If you don't wash the dishes, I won't tell you."
An Zheng looked at that guy like a monster, and finally burst out: "Who are you?! I would have asked me to carry some broken fish basket when I met you. If you hadn't said you would tell me where my friends are, Why am I carrying your fish basket? I'm going to wash the dishes for you. Do you want me to give you a back rub?"
"If you don't wash the dishes, I won't tell you."
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
An Zheng asked.
The man said coldly.
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
boom!
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and looked at An Zheng, who was flipping up in the river and flashing electricity from time to time: "Your good days have just begun."
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
An Zheng raised his fist and shook it. The man glanced at An Zheng. An Zheng unclenched his fist and went over to take two bowls to wash by the river.
However, he was disappointed. There was not a single word in this exercise book, only the scrawled patterns of hatred. It can be seen that the person who drew this picture has no painting skills at all, and the drawing is simply horrible. The human body patterns drawn look like stick figures.
"What's wrong with you?"
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
An Zheng couldn't help but want to curse. If he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes, he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect and kill all Luo Duoduo's enemies... Thinking of this, An Zheng's heart suddenly lit up. , that guy who looks extremely annoying, could it be that he knew that he wanted to avenge Luo Duoduo, so he deliberately let himself practice this technique
"The river is so dirty."
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
"Hiccup..."
As time passed by, An Zheng no longer felt peaceful. He threw the book aside with a snap, picked up two bowls, and walked towards the mountain.
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
The man said coldly.
As time passed by, An Zheng no longer felt peaceful. He threw the book aside with a snap, picked up two bowls, and walked towards the mountain.
The man said: "Look, there are many fish in this river. They eat, drink, poop and sleep in the water... The most important thing is that I also peed into the river just now."
An Zheng looked at that guy like a monster, and finally burst out: "Who are you?! I would have asked me to carry some broken fish basket when I met you. If you hadn't said you would tell me where my friends are, Why am I carrying your fish basket? I'm going to wash the dishes for you. Do you want me to give you a back rub?"
An Zheng asked.
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
Before he finished speaking, an electric current from the plum in his mouth rushed straight into An Zheng's body. The electric An Zheng fell off the boat and fell into the river. Amid the sound of sizzling electricity, a layer of fish turned up on the river surface...
"Hello!"
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
"this is for you."
An Zheng was actually a little moved. He took the plum and took a bite: "I'll heat it up for you right now."
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
An Zheng stared at him, smiled coquettishly, and took out half a roast chicken, half a pork leg, and half a bottle of wine: "You said it would be exposed if you burped. What a pity. I wanted to keep it for myself tomorrow." I’ll give you food as long as it’s given to you…”
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
"Hello!"
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
An Zheng scolded this guy more than seven hundred times in his mind, put the two empty bowls aside, opened the almost scattered ancient book and read it, then raised his head and looked at the guy: "What's your name?" ”
An Zheng laughed all the way through practice. When he reached the top of the mountain, he didn't know how many times he hit trees and walls. Instead, he smiled like an idiot.
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
The man said: "Look, there are many fish in this river. They eat, drink, poop and sleep in the water... The most important thing is that I also peed into the river just now."
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
"What's wrong with you?"
He said.
"If you don't wash the dishes, I won't tell you."
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and looked at An Zheng, who was flipping up in the river and flashing electricity from time to time: "Your good days have just begun."
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
An Zheng asked.
"The river is so dirty."
The man said: "Look, there are many fish in this river. They eat, drink, poop and sleep in the water... The most important thing is that I also peed into the river just now."
Then An Zheng rubbed his forehead and smiled silly, this technique is so perverted, I like it very much.
"Hiccup..."
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
An Zheng couldn't help but burp while he was talking, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but glare at him: "You ate all the fucking chicken, duck, fish, and drank wine, so you brought me two plums?"
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
By the river, on a boat.
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
If you reach the third level...then it will be an invincible way to save your life.
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
An Zheng couldn't help but want to curse. If he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes, he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect and kill all Luo Duoduo's enemies... Thinking of this, An Zheng's heart suddenly lit up. , that guy who looks extremely annoying, could it be that he knew that he wanted to avenge Luo Duoduo, so he deliberately let himself practice this technique
He lay back and said, "I'm sleepy. Go to sleep. If the bowl is not washed in two hours, get out of here and find out the whereabouts of your friends yourself."
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and looked at An Zheng, who was flipping up in the river and flashing electricity from time to time: "Your good days have just begun."
"Young people have backbone. I wish you an early death and a quick rebirth."
As he started running, he looked down at his legs moving back and forth. Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and ran back again. He ran to the river in one breath, picked up the book and flipped through it quickly. As the pages of the book reacted, the stick figures inside began to move.
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
The man said coldly.
An Zheng scolded this guy more than seven hundred times in his mind, put the two empty bowls aside, opened the almost scattered ancient book and read it, then raised his head and looked at the guy: "What's your name?" ”
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
An Zheng pointed his middle finger at the man's back, and with a pop, a beam of purple lightning fell from the sky, making An Zheng tremble all over and almost become incontinent. This guy seemed to have a second glance and saw An Zheng gesturing towards him with his middle finger.
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
boom!
An Zheng was actually a little moved. He took the plum and took a bite: "I'll heat it up for you right now."
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
The man said coldly.
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
An Zheng was actually a little moved. He took the plum and took a bite: "I'll heat it up for you right now."
However, he was disappointed. There was not a single word in this exercise book, only the scrawled patterns of hatred. It can be seen that the person who drew this picture has no painting skills at all, and the drawing is simply horrible. The human body patterns drawn look like stick figures.
The middle-aged man laughed, but shook his head: "But you are overtime. I said I would only give you two hours, but now you are overtime for one minute."
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
An Zheng stretched out his hand, holding two clean bowls.
The chef of Qinghuizong
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
"this is for you."
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
The middle-aged man laughed, but shook his head: "But you are overtime. I said I would only give you two hours, but now you are overtime for one minute."
An Zheng couldn't help but want to curse. If he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes, he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect and kill all Luo Duoduo's enemies... Thinking of this, An Zheng's heart suddenly lit up. , that guy who looks extremely annoying, could it be that he knew that he wanted to avenge Luo Duoduo, so he deliberately let himself practice this technique
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
An Zheng couldn't help but want to curse. If he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes, he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect and kill all Luo Duoduo's enemies... Thinking of this, An Zheng's heart suddenly lit up. , that guy who looks extremely annoying, could it be that he knew that he wanted to avenge Luo Duoduo, so he deliberately let himself practice this technique
Without thinking about anything else, he opened the book and began to read it seriously.
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
boom!
Without thinking about anything else, he opened the book and began to read it seriously.
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
"What's wrong with you?"
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
"Hello!"
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
An Zheng raised his fist and shook it. The man glanced at An Zheng. An Zheng unclenched his fist and went over to take two bowls to wash by the river.
However, he was disappointed. There was not a single word in this exercise book, only the scrawled patterns of hatred. It can be seen that the person who drew this picture has no painting skills at all, and the drawing is simply horrible. The human body patterns drawn look like stick figures.
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
When I was practicing before, I had never been exposed to this idea at all. The first is because in An Zheng's era, the vitality of heaven and earth was too thin, so even thinking about it was in vain. Second, this method is simply incredible.
"Hello!"
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
Seeing that An Zheng hadn't come back when the time was up, he reached out to untie the cable of the boat and left. But just as the boat began to slide downstream, a black shadow in the distance passed over like lightning and jumped with a bang. To the bow.
When I was practicing before, I had never been exposed to this idea at all. The first is because in An Zheng's era, the vitality of heaven and earth was too thin, so even thinking about it was in vain. Second, this method is simply incredible.
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
He said.
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
He said.
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
"Young people have backbone. I wish you an early death and a quick rebirth."
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
The man said coldly.
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
The guy on the boat raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then turned over and lay down. For some reason, he raised his middle finger again and pointed towards the sky.
The man said coldly.
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
As long as you practice to the first level, you can reach a state where you can't run to death. Others will become more tired the more they run, even if there is no fighting, sooner or later they will run out of energy if they keep running like this. But after practicing this wordless technique, it's like constantly charging yourself while running, and you will never be able to run to death.
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
"this is for you."
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
An Zheng pointed his middle finger at the man's back, and with a pop, a beam of purple lightning fell from the sky, making An Zheng tremble all over and almost become incontinent. This guy seemed to have a second glance and saw An Zheng gesturing towards him with his middle finger.
As time passed by, An Zheng no longer felt peaceful. He threw the book aside with a snap, picked up two bowls, and walked towards the mountain.
Without thinking about anything else, he opened the book and began to read it seriously.
As he started running, he looked down at his legs moving back and forth. Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and ran back again. He ran to the river in one breath, picked up the book and flipped through it quickly. As the pages of the book reacted, the stick figures inside began to move.
"The river is so dirty."
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
The chef of Qinghuizong
An Zheng scolded this guy more than seven hundred times in his mind, put the two empty bowls aside, opened the almost scattered ancient book and read it, then raised his head and looked at the guy: "What's your name?" ”
An Zheng laughed all the way through practice. When he reached the top of the mountain, he didn't know how many times he hit trees and walls. Instead, he smiled like an idiot.
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
"Young people have backbone. I wish you an early death and a quick rebirth."
An Zheng laughed all the way through practice. When he reached the top of the mountain, he didn't know how many times he hit trees and walls. Instead, he smiled like an idiot.
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
An Zheng walked towards the top of the mountain where Qinghui Sect was located. As he walked, he recalled the figures of various characters in the book. The drawing was originally very simple, but it also had a lot of arrows marked on it. Who the hell knows what those arrows mean, whoever drew this thing should be damned.
An Zheng muttered something about you, uncle, and then started to speed up the mountain.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng calculated the time and ran while flipping through the book.
By the river, on a boat.
He lay back and said, "I'm sleepy. Go to sleep. If the bowl is not washed in two hours, get out of here and find out the whereabouts of your friends yourself."
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
As he started running, he looked down at his legs moving back and forth. Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and ran back again. He ran to the river in one breath, picked up the book and flipped through it quickly. As the pages of the book reacted, the stick figures inside began to move.
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
An Zheng walked towards the top of the mountain where Qinghui Sect was located. As he walked, he recalled the figures of various characters in the book. The drawing was originally very simple, but it also had a lot of arrows marked on it. Who the hell knows what those arrows mean, whoever drew this thing should be damned.
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
"Hiccup..."
"Hahahahaha, I'm such a genius."
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
An Zheng pointed his middle finger at the man's back, and with a pop, a beam of purple lightning fell from the sky, making An Zheng tremble all over and almost become incontinent. This guy seemed to have a second glance and saw An Zheng gesturing towards him with his middle finger.
An Zheng scolded this guy more than seven hundred times in his mind, put the two empty bowls aside, opened the almost scattered ancient book and read it, then raised his head and looked at the guy: "What's your name?" ”
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
Then An Zheng rubbed his forehead and smiled silly, this technique is so perverted, I like it very much.
The man said coldly.
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
An Zheng ran and watched, and the more he watched, the more frightened he became.
The man was lying in the boat with his back to An Zheng, but suddenly he laughed, stretched out his finger and gestured with his middle finger.
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
An Zheng has a special physique, so among his fixed attributes, speed is stronger than that of ordinary practitioners. If a practitioner's attributes in all aspects are 100 when he is enlightened, An Zheng will start with 120, which is more than others. As the realm improves, every time you break through the realm, there will be bonuses in various attributes.
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
The man said coldly.
The middle-aged man glared at An Zheng, hesitated for a moment, then picked the big plum and handed it to An Zheng: "Go and heat up the food for me. How can I eat it cold..."
An Zheng scolded this guy more than seven hundred times in his mind, put the two empty bowls aside, opened the almost scattered ancient book and read it, then raised his head and looked at the guy: "What's your name?" ”
An Zheng walked towards the top of the mountain where Qinghui Sect was located. As he walked, he recalled the figures of various characters in the book. The drawing was originally very simple, but it also had a lot of arrows marked on it. Who the hell knows what those arrows mean, whoever drew this thing should be damned.
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
He lay back and said, "I'm sleepy. Go to sleep. If the bowl is not washed in two hours, get out of here and find out the whereabouts of your friends yourself."
"Young people have backbone. I wish you an early death and a quick rebirth."
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
The man said coldly.
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
An Zheng stared at him, smiled coquettishly, and took out half a roast chicken, half a pork leg, and half a bottle of wine: "You said it would be exposed if you burped. What a pity. I wanted to keep it for myself tomorrow." I’ll give you food as long as it’s given to you…”
The middle-aged man laughed, but shook his head: "But you are overtime. I said I would only give you two hours, but now you are overtime for one minute."
An Zheng hit his head on a big tree and sat down on the ground.
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
An Zheng asked.
"Young people have backbone. I wish you an early death and a quick rebirth."
An Zheng muttered something about you, uncle, and then started to speed up the mountain.
The middle-aged man was actually a little touched. He took the plums and said, "Don't think that two broken plums can impress me. If you go over time, you are over time."
He lay back and said, "I'm sleepy. Go to sleep. If the bowl is not washed in two hours, get out of here and find out the whereabouts of your friends yourself."
An Zheng scolded this guy more than seven hundred times in his mind, put the two empty bowls aside, opened the almost scattered ancient book and read it, then raised his head and looked at the guy: "What's your name?" ”
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
As he started running, he looked down at his legs moving back and forth. Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and ran back again. He ran to the river in one breath, picked up the book and flipped through it quickly. As the pages of the book reacted, the stick figures inside began to move.
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
An Zheng couldn't help but burp while he was talking, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but glare at him: "You ate all the fucking chicken, duck, fish, and drank wine, so you brought me two plums?"
An Zheng couldn't help but want to curse. If he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes, he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect and kill all Luo Duoduo's enemies... Thinking of this, An Zheng's heart suddenly lit up. , that guy who looks extremely annoying, could it be that he knew that he wanted to avenge Luo Duoduo, so he deliberately let himself practice this technique
Before he finished speaking, an electric current from the plum in his mouth rushed straight into An Zheng's body. The electric An Zheng fell off the boat and fell into the river. Amid the sound of sizzling electricity, a layer of fish turned up on the river surface...
"What's wrong with you?"
"I did it."
"Hahahahaha, I'm such a genius."
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
An Zheng calculated the time and ran while flipping through the book.
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
"Go wash the dishes."
The chef of Qinghuizong
Without thinking about anything else, he opened the book and began to read it seriously.
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
By the river, on a boat.
"Young people have backbone. I wish you an early death and a quick rebirth."
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
The guy on the boat raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then turned over and lay down. For some reason, he raised his middle finger again and pointed towards the sky.
An Zheng asked.
He said.
An Zheng couldn't help but burp while he was talking, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but glare at him: "You ate all the fucking chicken, duck, fish, and drank wine, so you brought me two plums?"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and looked at An Zheng, who was flipping up in the river and flashing electricity from time to time: "Your good days have just begun."
"this is for you."
An Zheng ran and watched, and the more he watched, the more frightened he became.
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
However, he was disappointed. There was not a single word in this exercise book, only the scrawled patterns of hatred. It can be seen that the person who drew this picture has no painting skills at all, and the drawing is simply horrible. The human body patterns drawn look like stick figures.
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
Then An Zheng rubbed his forehead and smiled silly, this technique is so perverted, I like it very much.
By the river, on a boat.
When I was practicing before, I had never been exposed to this idea at all. The first is because in An Zheng's era, the vitality of heaven and earth was too thin, so even thinking about it was in vain. Second, this method is simply incredible.
The middle-aged man glared at An Zheng, hesitated for a moment, then picked the big plum and handed it to An Zheng: "Go and heat up the food for me. How can I eat it cold..."
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
boom!
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
"Hello!"
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
An Zheng has a special physique, so among his fixed attributes, speed is stronger than that of ordinary practitioners. If a practitioner's attributes in all aspects are 100 when he is enlightened, An Zheng will start with 120, which is more than others. As the realm improves, every time you break through the realm, there will be bonuses in various attributes.
As he started running, he looked down at his legs moving back and forth. Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and ran back again. He ran to the river in one breath, picked up the book and flipped through it quickly. As the pages of the book reacted, the stick figures inside began to move.
"The river is so dirty."
As he started running, he looked down at his legs moving back and forth. Suddenly he thought of something, turned around and ran back again. He ran to the river in one breath, picked up the book and flipped through it quickly. As the pages of the book reacted, the stick figures inside began to move.
"this is for you."
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
The man said: "Look, there are many fish in this river. They eat, drink, poop and sleep in the water... The most important thing is that I also peed into the river just now."
"Hiccup..."
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
An Zheng muttered something about you, uncle, and then started to speed up the mountain.
As long as you practice to the first level, you can reach a state where you can't run to death. Others will become more tired the more they run, even if there is no fighting, sooner or later they will run out of energy if they keep running like this. But after practicing this wordless technique, it's like constantly charging yourself while running, and you will never be able to run to death.
An Zheng walked towards the top of the mountain where Qinghui Sect was located. As he walked, he recalled the figures of various characters in the book. The drawing was originally very simple, but it also had a lot of arrows marked on it. Who the hell knows what those arrows mean, whoever drew this thing should be damned.
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
An Zheng laughed all the way through practice. When he reached the top of the mountain, he didn't know how many times he hit trees and walls. Instead, he smiled like an idiot.
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
"Hahahahaha, I'm such a genius."
Of course, the bonus is not large. Judging from the pattern of this technique, this wordless technique has a total of three levels. The first level can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and directly convert it into a speed bonus. The second level doubles the bonus amount. The third level is more perverted. After you practice it at the third level, you can directly convert other attributes of your own cultivation power into the speed attribute. If you practice this technique at the third level, it will be the best escape technique in the world. …
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
Of course, the bonus is not large. Judging from the pattern of this technique, this wordless technique has a total of three levels. The first level can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and directly convert it into a speed bonus. The second level doubles the bonus amount. The third level is more perverted. After you practice it at the third level, you can directly convert other attributes of your own cultivation power into the speed attribute. If you practice this technique at the third level, it will be the best escape technique in the world. …
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
Of course, the bonus is not large. Judging from the pattern of this technique, this wordless technique has a total of three levels. The first level can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and directly convert it into a speed bonus. The second level doubles the bonus amount. The third level is more perverted. After you practice it at the third level, you can directly convert other attributes of your own cultivation power into the speed attribute. If you practice this technique at the third level, it will be the best escape technique in the world. …
An Zheng pointed his middle finger at the man's back, and with a pop, a beam of purple lightning fell from the sky, making An Zheng tremble all over and almost become incontinent. This guy seemed to have a second glance and saw An Zheng gesturing towards him with his middle finger.
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
If you reach the third level...then it will be an invincible way to save your life.
An Zheng couldn't help but burp while he was talking, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but glare at him: "You ate all the fucking chicken, duck, fish, and drank wine, so you brought me two plums?"
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
As time passed by, An Zheng no longer felt peaceful. He threw the book aside with a snap, picked up two bowls, and walked towards the mountain.
boom!
The man was lying in the boat with his back to An Zheng, but suddenly he laughed, stretched out his finger and gestured with his middle finger.
The guy on the boat raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then turned over and lay down. For some reason, he raised his middle finger again and pointed towards the sky.
"The river is so dirty."
The man was lying in the boat with his back to An Zheng, but suddenly he laughed, stretched out his finger and gestured with his middle finger.
An Zheng hit his head on a big tree and sat down on the ground.
By the river, on a boat.
An Zheng couldn't help but want to curse. If he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes, he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect and kill all Luo Duoduo's enemies... Thinking of this, An Zheng's heart suddenly lit up. , that guy who looks extremely annoying, could it be that he knew that he wanted to avenge Luo Duoduo, so he deliberately let himself practice this technique
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
As long as you practice to the first level, you can reach a state where you can't run to death. Others will become more tired the more they run, even if there is no fighting, sooner or later they will run out of energy if they keep running like this. But after practicing this wordless technique, it's like constantly charging yourself while running, and you will never be able to run to death.
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
"Hiccup..."
"I did it."
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
Then An Zheng rubbed his forehead and smiled silly, this technique is so perverted, I like it very much.
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
An Zheng raised his fist and shook it. The man glanced at An Zheng. An Zheng unclenched his fist and went over to take two bowls to wash by the river.
Before he finished speaking, an electric current from the plum in his mouth rushed straight into An Zheng's body. The electric An Zheng fell off the boat and fell into the river. Amid the sound of sizzling electricity, a layer of fish turned up on the river surface...
As long as you practice to the first level, you can reach a state where you can't run to death. Others will become more tired the more they run, even if there is no fighting, sooner or later they will run out of energy if they keep running like this. But after practicing this wordless technique, it's like constantly charging yourself while running, and you will never be able to run to death.
After reaching the second level, it's not just as simple as running away. If an enemy who is stronger than An Zheng pursues An Zheng, An Zheng will run all the way, and the opponent will pursue him because he thinks he can kill him. After running for a long time, the opponent's cultivation power was consumed hugely, but when An Zheng was on the second level, he could double the absorption and be faster! At this time, you can simply rely on speed to kill the opponent.
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
"What's wrong with you?"
After reaching the second level, it's not just as simple as running away. If an enemy who is stronger than An Zheng pursues An Zheng, An Zheng will run all the way, and the opponent will pursue him because he thinks he can kill him. After running for a long time, the opponent's cultivation power was consumed hugely, but when An Zheng was on the second level, he could double the absorption and be faster! At this time, you can simply rely on speed to kill the opponent.
Before he finished speaking, an electric current from the plum in his mouth rushed straight into An Zheng's body. The electric An Zheng fell off the boat and fell into the river. Amid the sound of sizzling electricity, a layer of fish turned up on the river surface...
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
An Zheng couldn't help but want to curse. If he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes, he could easily sneak into the Qinghui Sect and kill all Luo Duoduo's enemies... Thinking of this, An Zheng's heart suddenly lit up. , that guy who looks extremely annoying, could it be that he knew that he wanted to avenge Luo Duoduo, so he deliberately let himself practice this technique
If you reach the third level...then it will be an invincible way to save your life.
"The river is so dirty."
The man was lying in the boat with his back to An Zheng, but suddenly he laughed, stretched out his finger and gestured with his middle finger.
"What's wrong with you?"
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
The man was lying in the boat with his back to An Zheng, but suddenly he laughed, stretched out his finger and gestured with his middle finger.
"Have you ever been struck by lightning before when you talk like that?"
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
An Zheng laughed all the way through practice. When he reached the top of the mountain, he didn't know how many times he hit trees and walls. Instead, he smiled like an idiot.
"The river is so dirty."
"Young people have backbone. I wish you an early death and a quick rebirth."
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
The man said coldly.
An Zheng hit his head on a big tree and sat down on the ground.
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
Of course, the bonus is not large. Judging from the pattern of this technique, this wordless technique has a total of three levels. The first level can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and directly convert it into a speed bonus. The second level doubles the bonus amount. The third level is more perverted. After you practice it at the third level, you can directly convert other attributes of your own cultivation power into the speed attribute. If you practice this technique at the third level, it will be the best escape technique in the world. …
By the river, on a boat.
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
"Go wash the dishes."
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
"What's wrong with you?"
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
An Zheng pointed his middle finger at the man's back, and with a pop, a beam of purple lightning fell from the sky, making An Zheng tremble all over and almost become incontinent. This guy seemed to have a second glance and saw An Zheng gesturing towards him with his middle finger.
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
An Zheng raised his fist and shook it. The man glanced at An Zheng. An Zheng unclenched his fist and went over to take two bowls to wash by the river.
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
An Zheng sighed, he was really speechless when he met such a weirdo. But this cannot be said to be bad luck, and of course I don’t know if it is good luck. Mr. Huo said that he has great luck, but we are no longer in the Daxi era. God knows whether this great luck still works...
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
An Zheng glared at him: "Then tell me where to go?"
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
Seeing that An Zheng hadn't come back when the time was up, he reached out to untie the cable of the boat and left. But just as the boat began to slide downstream, a black shadow in the distance passed over like lightning and jumped with a bang. To the bow.
An Zheng walked towards the top of the mountain where Qinghui Sect was located. As he walked, he recalled the figures of various characters in the book. The drawing was originally very simple, but it also had a lot of arrows marked on it. Who the hell knows what those arrows mean, whoever drew this thing should be damned.
"Your meager Heavenly Thunder power is vulnerable. If you wash my dishes, I will not only teach you the skills to make you faster, but also the skills to make you stronger."
An Zheng has a special physique, so among his fixed attributes, speed is stronger than that of ordinary practitioners. If a practitioner's attributes in all aspects are 100 when he is enlightened, An Zheng will start with 120, which is more than others. As the realm improves, every time you break through the realm, there will be bonuses in various attributes.
An Zheng calculated the time and ran while flipping through the book.
"Hiccup..."
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
boom!
An Zheng stretched out his hand, holding two clean bowls.
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
An Zheng walked towards the top of the mountain where Qinghui Sect was located. As he walked, he recalled the figures of various characters in the book. The drawing was originally very simple, but it also had a lot of arrows marked on it. Who the hell knows what those arrows mean, whoever drew this thing should be damned.
The middle-aged man glared at An Zheng, hesitated for a moment, then picked the big plum and handed it to An Zheng: "Go and heat up the food for me. How can I eat it cold..."
"I did it."
While running, An Zheng tried to move the energy of heaven and earth according to the route in the technique. All his attention was on his body, and he soon realized the subtle feeling.
An Zheng raised his fist and shook it. The man glanced at An Zheng. An Zheng unclenched his fist and went over to take two bowls to wash by the river.
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
He said.
If you reach the third level...then it will be an invincible way to save your life.
The man was lying in the boat with his back to An Zheng, but suddenly he laughed, stretched out his finger and gestured with his middle finger.
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
If you reach the third level...then it will be an invincible way to save your life.
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
An Zheng was actually a little moved. He took the plum and took a bite: "I'll heat it up for you right now."
Then An Zheng rubbed his forehead and smiled silly, this technique is so perverted, I like it very much.
The middle-aged man laughed, but shook his head: "But you are overtime. I said I would only give you two hours, but now you are overtime for one minute."
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
The man said: "Look, there are many fish in this river. They eat, drink, poop and sleep in the water... The most important thing is that I also peed into the river just now."
"The river is so dirty."
An Zheng has a special physique, so among his fixed attributes, speed is stronger than that of ordinary practitioners. If a practitioner's attributes in all aspects are 100 when he is enlightened, An Zheng will start with 120, which is more than others. As the realm improves, every time you break through the realm, there will be bonuses in various attributes.
The chef of Qinghuizong
The middle-aged man finished eating the fish and drank the fish soup, then handed the bowl to An Zheng: "Wash it clean."
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
As soon as he turned over, he actually snored.
"Hahahahaha, I'm such a genius."
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
The middle-aged man was actually a little touched. He took the plums and said, "Don't think that two broken plums can impress me. If you go over time, you are over time."
"I did it."
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
"I will tell you when you can quietly go to the Qinghuizong kitchen and wash my dishes."
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
However, he was disappointed. There was not a single word in this exercise book, only the scrawled patterns of hatred. It can be seen that the person who drew this picture has no painting skills at all, and the drawing is simply horrible. The human body patterns drawn look like stick figures.
If you reach the third level...then it will be an invincible way to save your life.
Before he finished speaking, an electric current from the plum in his mouth rushed straight into An Zheng's body. The electric An Zheng fell off the boat and fell into the river. Amid the sound of sizzling electricity, a layer of fish turned up on the river surface...
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
When I was practicing before, I had never been exposed to this idea at all. The first is because in An Zheng's era, the vitality of heaven and earth was too thin, so even thinking about it was in vain. Second, this method is simply incredible.
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
"this is for you."
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
When I was practicing before, I had never been exposed to this idea at all. The first is because in An Zheng's era, the vitality of heaven and earth was too thin, so even thinking about it was in vain. Second, this method is simply incredible.
"Go wash the dishes."
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
An Zheng shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, this is specially picked for you. I won't eat it."
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
After reaching the second level, it's not just as simple as running away. If an enemy who is stronger than An Zheng pursues An Zheng, An Zheng will run all the way, and the opponent will pursue him because he thinks he can kill him. After running for a long time, the opponent's cultivation power was consumed hugely, but when An Zheng was on the second level, he could double the absorption and be faster! At this time, you can simply rely on speed to kill the opponent.
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
An Zheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask, and the guy wouldn't tell him if he asked. After watching for a full hour, An Zheng still found nothing. The man said that he could only practice for two hours, including going to the Qinghui Sect's kitchen to wash dishes. Now that an hour has passed, he can't even understand the diagram.
An Zheng shouted to the guy sleeping over there: "Is there a written version?"
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
The man snorted: "The person who drew this can't read at all. What kind of written version do you want?"
"Hiccup..."
An Zheng shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, this is specially picked for you. I won't eat it."
An Zheng muttered something about you, uncle, and then started to speed up the mountain.
The chef of Qinghuizong
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and looked at An Zheng, who was flipping up in the river and flashing electricity from time to time: "Your good days have just begun."
The reason why An Zheng is so fast is because many of the magic weapons he obtained have speed bonuses. When others add one, he adds three, when others add ten, he adds fifteen... But this kind of addition is not his own improvement, but the help of external forces.
An Zheng couldn't help but burp while he was talking, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but glare at him: "You ate all the fucking chicken, duck, fish, and drank wine, so you brought me two plums?"
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
By the river, on a boat.
An Zheng was actually a little moved. He took the plum and took a bite: "I'll heat it up for you right now."
The middle-aged man finished eating the fish and drank the fish soup, then handed the bowl to An Zheng: "Wash it clean."
The man turned over and sat up, looking at the stars in the sky. He calculated the time, and it seemed that there were only a few minutes between two hours. He knew that guy was a pervert with great talent, but he didn't think he could master the secret of that technique in his first practice. After all, although the person who created this technique didn't know a word of it and his painting skills were extremely poor, he was so awesome that people were in awe.
An Zheng stared at him, smiled coquettishly, and took out half a roast chicken, half a pork leg, and half a bottle of wine: "You said it would be exposed if you burped. What a pity. I wanted to keep it for myself tomorrow." I’ll give you food as long as it’s given to you…”
The middle-aged man laughed, but shook his head: "But you are overtime. I said I would only give you two hours, but now you are overtime for one minute."
An Zheng laughed all the way through practice. When he reached the top of the mountain, he didn't know how many times he hit trees and walls. Instead, he smiled like an idiot.
He took out something with a chain from his arms, opened it with a snap, and then looked at it: "There is one minute left. Sure enough, I still overestimated him."
The middle-aged man glared at An Zheng, hesitated for a moment, then picked the big plum and handed it to An Zheng: "Go and heat up the food for me. How can I eat it cold..."
An Zheng shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, this is specially picked for you. I won't eat it."
The middle-aged man finished eating the fish and drank the fish soup, then handed the bowl to An Zheng: "Wash it clean."
When he walked down the mountain, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the annoying voice of that weirdo.
An Zheng asked.
The middle-aged man finished eating the fish and drank the fish soup, then handed the bowl to An Zheng: "Wash it clean."
boom!
"Isn't it just washing two dishes? I can do it without your breaking skills."
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
An Zheng was actually a little moved. He took the plum and took a bite: "I'll heat it up for you right now."
"The river is so dirty."
By the river, on a boat.
He said.
An Zheng couldn't help but burp while he was talking, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but glare at him: "You ate all the fucking chicken, duck, fish, and drank wine, so you brought me two plums?"
"The river is so dirty."
An Zheng stretched out his hand behind his back. In his hand were two plums with water beads on them.
Then An Zheng rubbed his forehead and smiled silly, this technique is so perverted, I like it very much.
Before he finished speaking, an electric current from the plum in his mouth rushed straight into An Zheng's body. The electric An Zheng fell off the boat and fell into the river. Amid the sound of sizzling electricity, a layer of fish turned up on the river surface...
The man snapped his fingers, and lightning flashed around An Zheng's body. A moment later, An Zheng was knocked to the ground by the electricity, and his whole body began to twitch.
The weird and special thing about this technique that An Zheng was looking at is that it absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth while running, flows through the body in a strange way, and then can convert all the absorbed vitality of heaven and earth into speed acceleration. become.
"I only give you two hours, and there is less than half an hour left. If you can't come back, I don't want the bowl. It's given to you. I will leave. I will only give you one chance."
"When I was washing the dishes, I saw a plum tree behind the Qinghuizong kitchen. The plums on it were ripe. I could smell the sweetness from a distance, so I ran a few steps further and picked two for you."
The middle-aged man was actually a little touched. He took the plums and said, "Don't think that two broken plums can impress me. If you go over time, you are over time."
The middle-aged man was actually a little touched. He took the plums and said, "Don't think that two broken plums can impress me. If you go over time, you are over time."
An Zheng shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, this is specially picked for you. I won't eat it."
The middle-aged man fumbled around and took out a tattered book and threw it to An Zheng: "I see that most of your cultivation power attributes are in speed. Considering your level, you can barely read it." In the past, although it was not worth seeing, the closest place to here for washing dishes was the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect on the top of the mountain. You can practice with this book, and then go to the kitchen of the Qinghui Sect to give me my bowl. I’ll wash it off and I’ll give you two hours.”
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and looked at An Zheng, who was flipping up in the river and flashing electricity from time to time: "Your good days have just begun."
He looked at it, picked a small one and handed it to An Zheng: "This is for you."
"I did it."
An Zheng stared at him, smiled coquettishly, and took out half a roast chicken, half a pork leg, and half a bottle of wine: "You said it would be exposed if you burped. What a pity. I wanted to keep it for myself tomorrow." I’ll give you food as long as it’s given to you…”