Chapter 13

In the interrogation room.

Yang Fan was idle and began to study the attribute improvement he got after killing Teddy.

Different from the bone penetrating beast killed in the simulation assessment in the West Chu City, after killing Teddy this time, the system only gave two-point scale increases in the strength of Qi and blood, and there was no spiritual will at all. It only suggested that the spiritual will had improved, and there was no specific increase value.

It is a common routine of killing monsters and upgrading. The higher the level of monsters killed, the higher the experience gained, and the more and more powerful the attributes promoted.

This system is really a game.

However, apart from killing monsters, can this Qi and blood strength be obtained through special martial arts cultivation like those martial artists in Western Chu City?

Yang Fan felt it calmly. With only two points of increase in the strength of his blood, his strength almost doubled than usual. His blood was surging, and his whole body was full of endless power.

Yang Fan is very familiar with this feeling, or the waste wood Yang Fan of class 29, senior 3, South China military school. He is very familiar with this feeling.

This is the first time that ordinary human beings have stimulated Qi and blood in their body through their own grinding and cultivation.

Qi and blood are activated. Even if the strength of Qi and blood is only a little, it also indicates that you have entered the martial disciple level, successfully pushed away the first barrier to become a martial artist, and can independently use the spiritual power filled everywhere in the world to practice.

In my memory, at the age of six, waste Chai Yang Fan successfully attracted spiritual power into his body, which stimulated the strength of Qi and blood in his body, and became a glorious first-class martial artist.

At that time, although he was only a child, his grip strength in one hand had reached 108 kg. He could jump more than two meters at random, and his physical quality had far exceeded that of most ordinary adult men.

Although the first level of martial arts disciples is the existence of garbage at the bottom in the eyes of many martial arts practitioners, the first level of martial arts disciples is already a superman for ordinary people who have no cultivation talent and can't stimulate their own blood all their life.

Therefore, there is another folk name for the level of martial arts disciples - the level of fading fan.

Once the wall is broken, everything is faded and reborn.

Yang Fan shook his fist and felt the extraordinary power contained in it.

Qi and blood are activated and spirit power enters the body. Now he can be regarded as a first-class warrior. Although he is not powerful, he can only send vegetables when he meets a first-class monster, but he should already be a very awesome existence in Chengdu.

"Now that I have faded and opened the barrier of Qi and blood, I don't know whether the tuna skill of that world can be directly practiced?"

If you think about it, do it. Yang Fan's head has all the martial arts memories of waste firewood Yang Fan. When you think about it, a skill called basic tuna appears in his mind.

More than that, the breathing rhythm of the skill and the walking route of the meridians in the body when the spiritual power is activated are all very familiar.

It's like an old driver who has been banned from driving for many years to take the driving test again. He is familiar with the road and can easily win it even with his eyes closed.

"How simple!"

Yang Fan easily mobilized the Qi and blood in his body and completed a small weekly cycle in only five minutes.

"You have learned the basic skill of martial arts - Basic tuina. The flexibility of meridians has been improved, the strength of Qi and blood has been improved, and the basic martial arts + 1."

The system prompts.

Yang Fan could not help but frown. "After a small weekly cycle, even the strength of Qi and blood did not increase. Is my body also a waste wood?"

"No, no, maybe it has something to do with the concentration of spiritual power that is not too strong around." Yang Fan comforted himself in his heart: "compared with the feeling of practicing in Western Chu City, the concentration of spiritual power in Chengdu is even less than one tenth of that in Western Chu City."

Similarly, in a small weekly cycle, the effect of practicing at a place with a spiritual concentration of one will naturally be quite different from that at a place with a spiritual concentration of ten.

Yang Fan naturally forgot the experience that Yang Fan spent a day in the Lingli pool, but only increased the strength of Qi and blood by three points, because for the waste firewood with basically zero martial arts talent, there is little difference between high and low Lingli concentration.

And Yang Fan, obviously unwilling to believe that he himself, like Yang Fan of class 29, is a waste wood of martial arts with extremely low martial arts talent.

Half an hour later, Zhu Caiwei, the enthusiastic landlord, wore a pair of sunglasses with half a face covered on her face, a casual black-and-white skirt, a pair of silver high-heeled sandals, and a more cute and stylish poodle than Teddy, leisurely walked to the work hall of Qilihe police station.

A minute later, Yang Xixi, who got the news, came out of the back office and invited Zhu Caiwei and her poodle to the office area.

Zhu Caiwei was asked to sit down. Yang Xixi turned around and poured her a glass of boiled water. At the same time, she unconsciously glanced at the poodle lying at Zhu Caiwei's feet.

"Miss Zhu, I have told you the specific situation on the phone. Please come here this time, too..."

Zhu Caiwei raised her hand and interrupted Yang Xixi's words: "stop talking, I understand. Where is Yang Fan now?"

Yang Xixi said: "he is now temporarily detained in the interrogation room, but rest assured that we have not conducted any criminal interrogation on him, but simply asked some basic information about him, and asked Miss Zhu to be considerate."

"Don't be nervous. I'm not that unreasonable person."

Seeing that the policewoman seemed a little nervous in front of him, Zhu Caiwei said in a low voice: "I just want to see him. After all, he just came out of the hospital this morning. According to the nurse in charge of taking care of him, the strength of his wine may not have completely dissipated."

Yang Xixi understood that this was to find steps for Yang Fan's extraordinary behavior.

In this way, we can appropriately avoid Yang Fan's depression and avoid Yang Fan's greater stimulation.

Miss Zhu is not only beautiful, warm-hearted, but also considerate.

Yang Xixi, who has the same mind, said cooperatively: "Miss Zhu is right. Up to now, Mr. Yang Fan still has a very pungent smell of wine. Obviously, he didn't drink less last night. He should have not completely sobered up."

"Miss Zhu, please follow me. I'll take you to see Mr. Yang Fan."

Yang Xixi politely made a gesture of invitation to Zhu Caiwei. Zhu Caiwei stood up, raised her sunglasses slightly, revealed an ugly baby face, and gave Yang Xixi a charming smile: "thank you, Officer Yang! You are really considerate!"

Yang Xixi's breath stagnated, his face was slightly red, and said excitedly, "Miss Zhu, you're welcome. This is what I should do."

Yang Xixi couldn't restrain her excitement: "Miss Zhu, it's my honor to see you today! At the beginning, I thought it was just a duplicate name. Unexpectedly, it was really you! I and my family like you very much!"

"Shh!" Zhu Caiwei put a finger on her lips. "Don't preach. I don't want others to know I'm here."

Yang Xixi nodded hard.

A moment later.

With a bang, the iron door of the interrogation room was opened. Yang Fan woke up from the practice of basic breathing and looked up at the door.

"Xiaoyueyue? Why are you here?!"

Yang Fan blurted out the title, which made Zhu Caiwei's face stiff. Damn it, how did Yang Fan know her nickname? No one has dared to call her that since graduating from kindergarten.

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Fan himself was stunned.

Xiaoyueyue? Who is xiaoyueyue?

Why did I just call this woman Xiao Yueyue? I don't know her at all, okay? Where did that inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?

Yang Xixi, who came in from behind, was full of gossip.

Xiaoyueyue? This is a nickname. It's so close. Is there any story between the two people that they have to tell?

Unfortunately, the goddess in my mind actually inserted into a pile of cow dung, which was kind-hearted.

Zhu Caiwei raised her hand, took off the sunglasses on her face, and stared at Yang Fan with a bad face: "this gentleman recognizes the wrong person. You can see clearly. I'm Zhu Caiwei, not xiaoyueyue!"

As soon as her eyes went away, Zhu Caiwei's charming face was completely revealed, and the sense of familiarity in Yang Fan's mind became stronger and stronger.

Brush!

A memory fragment of Zhu Huanan celebrating his sister's birthday in his youth suddenly jumped out of Yang Fan's mind. The sister in memory was Zhu Caiwei's beautiful face.

"Miss Zhu, do you know a man named Zhu Huanan?"

Yang Fan's voice trembled a little, and he asked Zhu Caiwei such a sentence.

Zhu Caiwei suddenly took off her gentle and gentle disguise and said, "of course, that's my dearest second brother!"

"Say, did he tell you my nickname?! what's the relationship between you and him?!"

Boom!

Yang fanru was struck by lightning, and the whole person was stiff there.

It's true!

That sudden memory is true!

There really is Zhu Huanan in this world!

Yang Fan's back was a little cold and his thoughts were in a mess.

If all this is true, doesn't it mean that the world where the master of South China is located is actually the earth! And the end of the monster rampant world where the West Chu city is located is actually a microcosm of the future Earth?

How is this possible?

Does Yang Fan's memory of the waste wood have any memory of the earth and China? If Xichu city is a city in China, how can Yang Fan, who is already in the third grade of senior high school, not know at all?