Chapter 16

Joe stayed in the training room all night, trying to resist the terrible smell of the house and his stomach, and insisted on practicing breathing.

In the meantime, he took three strength potions.

He could feel his own sea of strength expanding slightly, absorbing the energy of blood and gas transformed from strength potions.

Maybe it's because it's Scarlet.

In one short night, his breathing method has already reached the top of the room, regardless of his active work, static work and breathing rhythm.

Joe is now unable to observe his own sea of strength.

In the place where he could not peep, the sea of his power was filled with crimson blood inflammation. After the blood gas from the basic strength medicine flowed into the power sea, the blood gas with a large amount of drug impurities was quickly calcined and purified by Xueyan, and all impurities were directly annihilated and completely disappeared.

Only the purest blood gas, along with the strange breathing rhythm, bombards the newly created sea of strength, and integrates into the sea of strength a little bit.

The strong blood flushed his body, and the gray sweat on Joe's body flowed down one by one, and the air in the training room became extremely turbid.

Joe was immersed in a strange state.

"Scarlet, it's amazing Absolute pure power sea? Ultimate perfection? "

When the three strength potions were exhausted, Joe felt a sharp pain in his heart. According to the warning in the basic breathing method of the Imperial Army, this has reached the limit of the body, and the newly opened lilianghai can no longer bear more tempering.

You must rest, let the sea of strength adapt to the current state, absorb blood gas, warm up and recover before you can start the second cultivation.

Joe slowly stopped his strange breath, slowed down and went to the stone table.

The sea of new power was empty, and all the blood was consumed. Joe felt the emptiness in his body.

Grabbing a strength potion, Joe pinched his nose and drank it.

The medicine enters the abdomen and turns into blood gas, which is absorbed by the sea of strength. After being purified by hemarthritis, it turns into wisps of mist and is suspended quietly in the sea of strength.

Without the urge of breathing method, these blood gas is very stable in the sea of strength.

"The gift is ready, surprise? Ah, what a shocking talent. Your cultivation talent is really inhuman. But think about it, you are scarlet, and everything is for granted. "

Joe gave a stinking burp, and the crimson light in his eyes flashed: "my talent is very good? Thank you, but it has nothing to do with scarlet. If my talent is good, it's certainly my father and mother's credit. "

Joe burped again.

Laplaci coughed: "well, give it up. You have a little trouble, and my gift will help you solve this problem But I want to know your understanding of practice. "

Understanding of practice?

About the sea of strength?

Joe thought of the roar of the "Thor" cannon last night, and the scene of his childhood visit to the workshop of the port Tulun foundry.

The hot and red copper water was poured into the mold, and the red sparks splashed everywhere. The newly cast cannon was red all over the body, giving out a suffocating sense of power and artistic atmosphere.

"Sea of strength, it's a gun." Joe wiped his sweat and went to the door of the training room: "the process of cultivation is to make the caliber of the gun become thicker and thicker, and the barrel of the gun is longer and longer, from a field gun to a Thor cannon."

"After being cast into cannons, our remaining blood gas is the propellant. Our bodies are shells. "

"Caliber is truth, range is justice."

"Coarser, longer, harder, that's the true meaning of training and fighting!"

Laplaci coughed violently. This description, very good, is in Joe's style. He muttered in a low voice, "shallow, the wisdom of the ignorant."

Joe opened the heavy stone door of the training room, thinking that he didn't hear Laplacian's words: "you said, where's the present for me? What's the trouble with my practice

Laplaci

Then, the next moment, Joe saw a square transparent light screen, on which were written a few lines of flowery characters. The writing was in the enchanting scarlet, just like the scarlet of the three circle six pointed star magic array in the witch's iron eyes.

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existence: Joe Rong Weitu

supernatural: scarlet

favor: wise all knowing laplaci, hypocritical silver laurel Lord muteste, sinister king of Heidegger, greedy trading daughter Hermeto, taboo Lord of sword

ignore: double-sided master of Golden Oak

evil thoughts: chaotic corrupt spirit of Lama, chaotic killing The timid wolf king of the plateau, woll, is a cowardly wolf king of the plateau. His energy level is the sea of strength (normal state: 0.015%) (perfect state: 0.0012%)

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Qiao quietly looks at the light curtain that suddenly appears.

These names, inexplicably, put a lot of pressure on Joe.

"My little gift, look at it. It's clear at a glance. Patrons, who are kind to you and pay the price, can get their help. Ignore, he will not pay attention to you. Malicious people, when they have the opportunity, they will try their best to kill you. "Joe looked down at the name at the back of the "ignore" column.

"If I remember correctly, Hessen donates many, many glittering golden marks to this Saint Hilde Cathedral every year."

Laplaci laughed more happily: "but, he ignored you, the world is so cruel, you, your family, paid the faith, paid the high sacrifice, but the high above, still have the right to ignore you."

"So he's a complete jerk. By comparison, his sister is much better than him. "

"Life's long, dear Joe, and you're going to suffer more in the future," laplaci said with a shrill smile. You will find that this is a world of bastards

Joe licked his lips and walked out of the studio.

In his heart, he was full of resentment for the supreme and only existence.

Joe's heart ached at the thought of the golden marks Hessen offered to St. Hilde every year.

In a few breaths, Joe changed from a shallow believer of great existence to an unbeliever.

Even, he was angry with that great being.

"So, one of my patrons, the wise omniscient, how can I get help from you?" Joe thought of Laplacian's words. He wanted to find a little comfort when his heart was hurt.

"Pay the price!"

"What price?"

"Oh, it's just a little bit of" general equivalent "that is common in your human society, with a little bit of obsession, belief, kindness and evil thoughts, which can bring influence to the wind and rain, almost omnipotent, can make chaste and violent women turn into vagabonds, heroes and heroes into villains, bring benefits to the world, and bring disaster to the world."

"What do you say?"

"Money!" Laplacian neatly vomited a word: "knowledge is priceless, but as omniscient I, here, knowledge can be measured by money!"

"All knowledge, including how to speed up your cultivation and how to make you achieve perfect cultivation results." Laplaci chuckled softly: "you see, according to my calculation, according to your training results last night, it will take nearly 20 years for you to complete the cultivation of the sea of strength normally?"

"And you want to complete the perfect state of power sea training, oh, that's really a long process."

"And the reason why you practice so slowly is because of your talent."

"According to what you have just described, your power sea is a cannon in the process of casting, and your talent is the mold of casting gun. Your talent is too good, the mold is too big. "

"Three strength potions, enough three strength potions, each strength potion is equivalent to the blood gas obtained by ordinary people after eating and drinking for more than ten days. It's enough for ordinary people to increase the forging progress of strength sea to 1%, 2%, 3% or even higher, and you Oh, what a tragedy

"Scarlet makes your talent extraordinary, and extraordinary talent, so you can hardly grow."

"Do you want to speed up your cultivation? Want to grow fast? Money is valuable, knowledge is priceless, dear scarlet, knowledge is priceless

"Let me think, let me think!" Joe bit his lower lip, left the workshop and returned to the ground.

What laplaci said was like a blow to the head and made Joe a little dizzy.

Because the talent is too good, so the mold of self casting gun is too large?

Joe fully understands the problem - cost, resources, efficiency

He pondered the problem painfully, his eyes straight, and he walked instinctively towards the main building of the wits. Familiar into the family restaurant on the first floor, Joe sat down in his usual table.

After a night of practice, Joe came to the restaurant too early.

At breakfast, in the small dining room for Joe's family, only Hessen sat at the long table, reading newspapers and gnawing at smoked sausage.

Seeing Joe, Hessen coughed: "Joe, I think it's a crime to waste time at home. I'm wrong. I shouldn't have asked you for half a month's sick leave. It's a kind of escape. I almost made you a deserter! "

He put down his smoked sausage and wiped his greasy fingers with a napkin. Hessen said in a deep voice: "so, there is a special investigation group. Your director has called you to participate. I agree."

"For the peace of port Tulun, for the dead citizens, for your dead colleagues."

"Joe, try. Dig out all the damn ones

Hessen slapped the table with solemn violence.

Joe took a deep breath and stifled his inexplicable anger. Good, Hessen's decision. He liked it.

The dishevelled Tifa drifted into the restaurant in his pajamas.

Leah took hold of the comb, the hairpin and the hair band. Like Tifa's shadow, she followed him in step by step. As she walked, she quickly tamed the hundreds of reeds on Tifa's head and braided her a big, shiny braid.Without expression, Tifa grabbed the milk jug in front of him, raised his face and opened his mouth. A liter of milk disappeared.

Put down the milk jug, grab ten peeled eggs and swallow them in your mouth.

As the wind swept the clouds, Tifa continued to kill a pound of smoked rabbit meat, two pounds of bacon, and five pounds of white bread with astonishing speed. He patted his belly with satisfaction, and then jingling shuddered and suddenly came to his senses.

"Ah ~ ~ '"!

With a startling scream, Tifa grabbed the silver plate in front of her and slapped it in the face of Joe, who was sitting opposite her.

"Joe!!! Did you drop it in the toilet Tifa's villains report first and roar angrily.

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