Chapter 259 Gambling on Life

Fifty percent...

Sixty percent... Seventy percent...

Eighty percent...

In the end, when there was still 20 % space left in the ghost jade, the yin qi could no longer be driven away.

Fang Zheng frowned.

Then she quickly let go.

This was somewhat to his surprise.

After all, when he was on the seventh floor of the God of Nine Suns Kung, the yin qi had only oppressed 50 % of the space in the jade.

Moreover, Fang Zheng also noticed that the harder he compressed the yin qi activity space, the more condensed the yin qi, the more tenacious and strong the resistance. He estimated that the last 20 % of the space might not be as easy as before.

In his bedroom, Fang Zheng rubbed his chin. He was calculating his gains and losses. Should he continue to play the Jiuyang Shengang?

If we continue to deduce, if "Jiuyang Shengang (ii)" is still divided into 12 levels, and each level requires at least two ordinary runes, it would be equivalent to training to the 12 levels, a total of 24 ordinary runes.

But who knows, does the Jiuyang Shengang (ii) have any higher physical requirements?

Finally, Fang Zheng decided to practice the Early Weather Kung first.

Not only can you save a lot of precious runes.

He could also deal with the immediate crisis first.

Moreover, Fang Zheng had clearly felt that as the true energy of xuanyang in his body became more and more majestic, thick, and majestic, "Early Weather Kung" had already been unstable, and he forcefully practiced" Jiuyang Shengang (ii)," only afraid that the consequences could not be foreseen.

He could not bear to give up the Early Weather Kung. After all, this secret book was known as the source of martial arts in the world.

He could even cultivate his naivety.

Naive first, it's tempting to think about it.

All the other internal skills and mental methods were practiced with the post-naive qi.

Fang Zheng soon came to a decision.

Next, Fang Zheng, who had already trained all over the Jiuyang Shengang, began to practice the Jiuyang Shengang instead.

This practice was dark and dark again, day and night.

Fang Zheng's daily routine consisted of fixed homes, nurseries, and university towns.

It was three o' clock and one o' clock.

...

As the weather gradually warmed up, the number of rainy days began to increase, especially the intermittent showers, which brought a slight coolness to people and swept away some of the stuffy heat, but also brought inconvenience to travel.

At night,

The sky was pattering with rain, and the sky was so dark that the stars and the moon could not be seen.

The rain was at the border of town and country.

At 9: 30 pm, the last bus in the city.

It was an advertisement full of psoriasis. Under the streetlights, it was slightly yellow. There was an old bus stop. Outside the bus stop was a rainy day.

A slightly plump middle-aged man rushed into the bus stop to shelter from the rain, muttering curses and curses on this damned rainy day.

The middle-aged man ran into the bus stop and found that there were more than a dozen people there.

Some people were hiding from the rain like him, while others were waiting for the last bus.

"One person doesn't go into the temple, two people don't see the well, three people don't hold the tree, and sit alone on the mo pinglan."

A hoarse man's voice, like a leaking wind, suddenly spoke to the middle-aged man who was sheltering from the rain at the bus stop.

The man was thin, covered in a black windbreaker, and even his head was hidden under the hood of the windbreaker. He looked a little hazy, half in the shadow of the streetlights, as if he was speaking to a middle-aged man in a dark shadow.

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man looked at the strange man in front of him.

Who knew, the strange man who could not see his face clearly in the shadow threw out a coin and quickly covered it with his palm, which was covered with scars.

"Guess, is it a word or a picture?" Said the man under the windbreaker.

"Sick." The middle-aged man hid away.

"Guess, is it a word or a picture?" However, the man in the trench coat followed him like a shadow, reaching out from the dark shadow with his palms closed on the back of his hands for the middle-aged man to guess.

After avoiding it for a few times, the middle-aged man finally got tired of it. After a random guess, he wanted to leave as soon as possible, "Picture."

But when she opened her palm, it was a word.

This is a large clear copper coin.

On one side of the copper coin, there was the word "Big qing copper coin" inscribed.

"You lost." The man under the windbreaker still spoke in a leaky voice. When he said that you lost three words, his voice seemed to have a strange tone.

"Do you want luck? Take a breath at it. Maybe this time your luck will turn and you will have a chance to win." The man under the windbreaker threw out the big clear copper coin again, his right hand covering the back of his left hand, and continued to let the middle-aged man guess.

Whoosh!

"I still choose the picture."

The middle-aged man breathed into the big clear copper coin under his palm.

Then he opened his palm, and the result was still "Big clear copper coin."

"You lost again." The man under the windbreaker began to sound more and more strange.

"Take another breath. Maybe you can really win this time."

"I don't believe it. People will be unlucky three times in a row. This time, I still choose picture!" The middle-aged man was bewildered, like a gambler who had lost a red eye. After blowing his breath at the coin, he stared at his scarred hands.

The people around them were very strange. They did not seem to notice that the two people who were guessing the coins were still chatting on their own, or waiting for the bus alone. They did not see that the middle-aged man was strange.

It was as if the two of them were isolated from this world.

However, when the man under the windbreaker opened his hand for the third time, it was still a word.

"You lost again."

The man's voice under the windbreaker began to gloat.

But the middle-aged man did not seem to notice the strangeness in front of him. He was really like a gambler who lost a red eye. This time, he actually took the initiative to say, "Come again!"

Whoosh.

He breathed again at the big clear copper coin.

"You lost again, or words."

"You lost again, or words."

...

Over and over again, the middle-aged man always chose the picture, but every time he opened it, it was written, and he gambled and lost again and again.

The middle-aged man was bewildered. He did not know whether the copper coin had one side of the picture or two sides of the word... The whole person was like losing a red eye.

The buddha fights for a stick of incense, while the man fights for a breath.

The more he let out his anger, the paler his face became. As he exhaled at the copper coins again and again, his yang became weaker and weaker.

"Again!! I must guess the picture today!!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and all that remained in his mind was that I had to guess the right picture once.

However, after forty-six bets, the man under the windbreaker no longer threw out copper coins. Instead, he spoke in a strange tone and smiled evilly, "No, you don't have any more bets. Your life expectancy has already lost to me."

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to wake up from a dream, his face pale, and he stood there in a daze.

Then, he turned around and walked off the bus stop... Bang!

A bus that just entered the bus stop, the driver did not have time to brake, had heavily knocked the middle-aged man down and turned under the wheel, directly crushed into a bloody mess.

Until then, a dozen people on the bus stop seemed to be able to finally see the bloody middle-aged man again, and suddenly screamed in horror and chaos.

...

Fifteen days later.

During the day.

As Fang Zheng opened up his resources, his speed of entering the country increased day by day, night, and all of them were immersed in practicing the Early Weather Kung.

Because there were no physical limitations, he no longer needed to be distracted.

The third floor of the Early Weather Kung,

The fourth floor of the Early Weather Kung...

The price of entering the country at such a high speed was that the Human Skin's savings in scriptures had been drastically reduced, and four bowls of blood-replenishing medicine a day were needed for the huge amount of qi and blood needed for cultivation, which was yet another huge expense.

Strengthening the secret book technique did not consume much runes, but in training resources, it really took up a large part of the rune consumption.

In just fifteen days, sixty runes were consumed in a single expenditure of blood tonic. When the Early Weather Kung reached the fifth floor, Fang Zheng's savings were once again in short supply.

Originally, he had fifty-one ordinary runes. In the past half month, he had strengthened the Ghost head knife, strengthened the secret books, and strengthened the blood tonic medicine. Adding them together, he had consumed eighty-three runes in half a month.

He buried himself in hard work and was troubled by his fast progress.

It was simply too much of a waste of training resources.

Even during these fifteen days, he could collect two or three ordinary runes every night in the university town. But after some additions and subtractions, he only had five ordinary runes left in his entire household.

And four special green glowing runes.

However, there is a high return for high investment.

The more "Early Weather Kung" trained to the future, the more healing and self-healing ability, which surprised Fang Zheng a lot. He was in southeast asia, and the wound on his right hand, which was badly injured due to overexertion, had completely healed without leaving a single scar.

It was a miracle that broke the medical world.

The Early Weather Kung is a secret book created by the taoist qi raising technique, which dispels all diseases, adjusts deficiency and excess, and harmonizes yin and yang... He may not be good at fighting, but he is unique in nourishing qi, nourishing the essence of life.

The more Fang Zheng cultivated to the later stage, the more he could understand the changes that the Early Weather Kung had brought to his body.

Hearing and seeing, five senses are more acute.

It seems to be some kind of genetic evolution effect!

When Fang Zheng finished his day training, he picked up his phone and left flight mode, only to find that there were more than 30 missed calls on his phone.

They all came from the same number, the medical examiner Sun Yushu, who had not been in contact for a long time.

More than thirty people didn't answer the phone. It seemed that there was an urgent matter. Fang Zheng called back. The phone was connected very quickly. Before he could speak, Sun Yushu was already anxious to say, "Is it Brother fang?"

Fang Zheng grunted.

Sun Yushu said quickly, "Brother fang, I don't know if you've ever heard of a saying,' one person doesn't go into the temple, two people don't see the well, three people don't hold a tree, and sit alone in the fence'?"

"My university mentor, it's very likely that... The same supernatural event happened to me two months ago. Recently, my university mentor's colleague who worked in prison when he was young, has died one after another these days..."

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