MTL - A World Worth Protecting-Chapter 19 Too sham
After three days and four nights in the magma chamber, when Wang Baole returned to the French soldiers, all the students who met all the way, all of them were in the eye, it was his breakthrough record, too amazing.
Even a lot of teachers from the lower house island have really begun to pay attention to Wang Baole. After all, less than a year has elapsed since the start of school. Wang Baole’s breakthrough speed is not the fastest, but it is unbeatable.
And his deeds have been repeated one after another, and again and again on the spiritual network to set off a storm, so that now, the entire lower house island regardless of the old and new students, can say no one does not know Wang Baole.
Here, Wang Baole is already on the way back, logging in to Lingwang, knowing the days when he lost weight, what happened, and his heart is very emotional.
"I just reduced the fat, but it made such a big noise... It is too extraordinary. No, I want to be the president of the Federation. I want to keep a low profile." Wang Baole coughed and went to Dongfu. Take out the ice water and drink a big mouth, and suddenly feel refreshed.
"It's not easy to lose weight." Recalling the process of losing weight, Wang Baole took out a pack of snacks and ate it.
"I have to pay attention to it later, but I can't let myself get fat anymore. It's really hard to lose weight." Wang Baole constantly reminds himself that when he thinks about the high temperature in the magma chamber, he will take out another package of snacks. Put it in your mouth.
"Absolutely can no longer be fat!" With such determination, after Wang Baole ate an afternoon snack, he patted the meat on his stomach, and his eyes showed firmness and began to ponder the purity of his own stone.
When he thought of the madness of Lingshi in the purity of 85 percent, Wang Baole hesitated and found a lot of information on the spiritual network. This has some certainty. In the later time, when refining, it will strengthen the control, rather slow. Some, also strive to maintain the influx of reiki.
In this way, although the speed of refining the Lingshi is slow, in his cautiousness, the phenomenon of the increase in the spirit is finally avoided by him.
Solved this problem, Wang Baole feels comfortable, only feels the identity of the student, this time is really very close to himself, so his heart is hot, began to try to improve purity.
Can not be good for a long time... After a month, Wang Baole was frustrated and found that the purity of his own Lingshi was once again stuck, unable to break through to reach 8-6.
This is the second time that a bottleneck has occurred. Wang Baole took out the black mask under depression and hesitated. He finally chose to open the dream. As the picture in front of him blurs, it is still in the snow and ice when it is clear.
The cold wind whizzed through, Wang Baole quickly looked down at the blurred black mask in his hand, and he could see it for a long while. The text on the mask was still the one that appeared before, and there was no change.
"Weird... Is it necessary for me to say it?" Wang Baole scratched his head and remembered the change that had occurred in the mask when he talked to himself last time. He looked at the mask suspiciously and whispered.
"Mask mask, you tell me, is there any way I can break through the bottleneck of Lingshi's purity of 85 percent, reaching more than 90%!"
Wang Baole finished, looking at the black mask, which is a few breaths of time, the text on the mask was blurred, and even the entire mask flashed a few times, and gradually appeared new writing.
"There are some people here!" Wang Baole took a breath and his heart beat and looked at those handwritings.
"Too vain to take the surgery?" This time there are more handwritings. After Wang Baole finished reading it, he stunned, because the answer given by this mask is no longer a medicinal herb, but a kind of martial arts that is taught by Wang Baole. Practice.
There are a lot of such martial arts in the martyrdom, especially the war martial arts department. There are many kinds of martial arts, such as smashing, there are many kinds of classes, it is not surprising.
This made Wang Baole somewhat surprised, and carefully read it again.
According to the above statement, the cause of the bottleneck is due to the fact that Wang Baole's body is unable to completely integrate with the body, and it is difficult to do whatever he wants. This kind of grasping technique is the best way to accelerate the integration of the body and the seed.
Once it is thoroughly cultivated, it not only increases the suction of the seed, but also instinctively spreads all over the body, so that it can be rushed to the heart, and at that time, it can break through the bottleneck of the 85 percent and achieve perfection.
"The first trick here is not to lick your fingers." Wang Baole blinked, he was smart, and at the same time it was too vain to take a look and there was nothing too special. At this moment, he raised his left hand and grabbed it forward. a bit.
After practicing a few times, he simply manipulated the dream and transformed the figure of a middle-aged man in front of himself. The other person's face was blurred and he was repaired in a **** state. Immediately after the appearance, he immediately rushed to Wang Baole.
Wang Baole blinked and walked forward. With the speed and strength of his current body, he punched it out and suddenly forced the accompanying figure to retreat. When the body approached, he grabbed the palm of his hands and found the other’s fingers. Directly.
"This is too simple." When Wang Baole was squatting, he suddenly noticed that there was a black awn on the black mask. At the same time, the whole dream world was twisted and twisted, and even there was a snoring in this instant.
"What the situation!" Wang Baole was shocked. When he quickly retreated and observed the surroundings, he found that the cold wind was colder, and some animals in the distance seemed to have some differences.
I haven't waited for Wang Baole to observe it carefully. The acquaintance figure that he had previously clarified, and suddenly he looked up, still the cultivation of the blood, but it seems to have changed a person, faintly revealing a chill, went straight to Wang Baole.
Although he is still the same person, he can feel very different for Wang Baole. He can't think too much and just punch it out, but this time... his fist is at the moment of shooting, the accompanying figure is not dodging, I don't know how to do it. Just knocking on Wang Baole's wrist, Wang Baole suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of numbness, which spread the whole arm.
The fist that was held immediately loosened, and even the strength seemed to have dispersed. The accompanying figure took advantage of Wang Baolai’s finger and took a look.
"Pain, stop and stop!"
The pain in the moment is like an electric shock. It spreads directly on Wang Baole. When he sweats, he sighs and can't help but scream. The body seems to have lost all its power at once, and directly follows the strength of the other party.
With the yelling of Wang Baole, the accompanying figure immediately released his hand and stepped back a few steps, looking at Wang Baole with no expression.
Holding his finger, Wang Baole panted, and looked at the practice with his heart, and looked at the black mask. He felt that everything was just a ghost of this mask. He was not convinced and he was not guilty.
"What's so great about your fingers, I'm not prepared, come again!" Wang Baole's words came out, and the sparring immediately rushed. This time, Wang Baole got ready, no longer punching, but got up and kicked directly, in the sparring After escaping, he seized the opportunity and slammed into the sparring temple.
But this time, a strange scene appeared. It was obvious that Wang Baole was taking the opportunity to avoid the other side, but suddenly there was a suction from the body of the accompanying figure. This suction seemed to have become an invisible hand. After grabbing Wang Baolai’s arm and pulling his body to change direction, he was turned and caught by the sparring. He grabbed Wang Baole’s finger again and took a moment.
The familiar pain suddenly appeared again. Wang Baole hurriedly shouted and stopped, but his heart was even more convinced, and he could not control the madness.
It is really a pain in his fingers. Even Wang Baole, who is often shameless, he feels that this move is shameless, and that kind of powerful use can not be used. The other party’s feeling of licking his fingers makes him crazy.
"Come on again!" For a long while, Wang Baole recovered from paleness. This time he decided not to use his hands and once again got together with the sparring.
Soon, Wang Baole’s fingers were caught by the other party. His body was soft and his hands were lifted high. When the other party was still awkward, the heart sighed directly and wanted to cry without tears.
"God, you are too bully, I have hidden my hands all the way, you can still find it!! Ah... pain!!" Wang Baole wants to cry, but the heart of the hate, can not stop the infinite explosion It’s really just that the other person is just qi and blood, and now they are all in the air, but every time they are caught by the other side, the kind of pain, the kind of grievances, the helplessness, makes Wang Baole complex, unremarkable .
"I don't believe it, come!" Wang Baole gnawed his teeth and rushed up...
Time passed, dreams, and in the following, Wang Baole’s screams continued and became more and more miserable. Until one day passed, when Wang Baole left the dream, he was completely emptied, lying in the cave, crying and looking at himself. Ten fingers.
"God, this finger is too much, and the suction, I can't hide it... No, I have to learn this trick, this is awesome!" Wang Baole realized that with the black mask Flashing, actually being changed by the sparring, is too vain to take advantage of it.
Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the problem of suction. It is obvious that according to the first trick of the sham, the suction is a black hole-like force formed after the seeds are scattered into the body.
After personally understanding the sharpness of the vain, Wang Baole was also tempted. He felt that this technique can not only solve the problem of the purity of his own stone, but also enable him to possess the method of warfare.
This made him feel firm in his heart. Even if he was resting this night, he kept analyzing it in his mind. Considering that after dawn, Wang Baole hurriedly ate some snacks as breakfast and once again entered the dream.
In this way, day after day, the screams of dreams have not been reduced, but more and more frequent. It turns out that Wang Baole’s ability to withstand suffering has increased, and the recovery time has also increased, so the number of times of being licked by fingers has increased.
"it hurts!"
"God, this is who invented the trick!!"
"My fingers are going to break..."
In the end, if Wang Baole has always been strong inside, I am afraid he will not persist. Even so, after a month, Wang Baole must also be mad, and even have a pain of why humans have long fingers.
So he thought of a way. After negotiating with the mask and talking to himself, he turned out a small sparring. This little sparring was different from the previous big sparring, so he became the object of Wang Baole's vent...
Every time he was licked his fingers, he took pain and anger, turned his head and played with a small sparring, and licked his fingers... In this way, Wang Baole finally persisted.
Just a month later, Wang Baole’s sad reminder found that the small sparring that allowed him to vent and practice was too weak and too rigid, and he could not support his current madness in the body. The role of his own actual combat, more importantly, the small sparring will not call, no matter how the fingers are rubbed, they look at themselves with no expression.
This made Wang Baole unable to bear the heart. At the same time, he confronted the big sparring for several months, and finally he was on the trick of licking his fingers. With some experience and experience, he could not restrain himself and wanted to use his experience. On the real person.
So he thought of the fight club.
