Chapter 522： 522 Concentration Four

Chapter 522 Chapter 522 Concentration Four

"Qi Dou.?"

"That's right. Have you ever felt that when practicing martial arts, it's you who obey martial arts, not martial arts that suit you. If there is a martial arts that naturally and perfectly fits you, can it give full play to your strengths and avoid all your weaknesses?" Weakness defect?"

"Go back and think about it," Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.

"Disciple. I understand." Chang Yuqing seemed to have realized something.

"That's right." Suddenly Zhang Rongfang's figure flashed, and he approached her suddenly.

Point to a point.

His fingertips landed precisely on the center of Chang Yuqing's eyebrows.

A drop of blood oozes, seeps through the wound he has cut, and disappears.

But Zhang Rongfang did not stop, but continuously forced out his own blood, sucked San Yuqing's blood, digested her blood into nutrients, regenerated his own blood, and replenished it back.

Time passed by little by little.

Chang Yuqing trembled like an electric shock, and a large number of blood spots appeared on the snow-like skin all over his body.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose was dripping with saliva, she lowered her head unconsciously and pulled it into silk, falling to the ground.

She felt that her body was being completed! In new life!

Pain, itching, mixed together, gushing out from the deepest part of the body, making it impossible to suppress.

"Okay." In the dark, the voice of the master echoed in her ears.

But at this time Chang Yuqing was already unable to move, she fell limply to the ground, her whole body was like mud, and even her bones seemed to have been pulled out.

Zhang Rongfang stood aside, watching her, frowning slightly.

He didn't realize before that there was actually another force in this guy's body that was resisting his blood.

Chang Yuqing's body is also resistant to blood, but the concentration is much lower than his.

This made Zhang Rongfang involuntarily think of something.

This is the first time he has encountered such a thing. It would be fine if Chang Yuqing was a martial artist, but not only is she not, but she is just a weak woman without any special physique.

The confrontation between these two bloods caused Chang Yuqing to be extremely tired and painful at this time.

Fortunately, soon after he increased the blood transfusion, he suppressed that strength.

"Is there a spirit in your family?" Zhang Rongfang asked suddenly.

"My father is a noble spirit." Chang Yuqing answered with difficulty.

"Spiritual nobleman." Zhang Rongfang thought about it. He waved his hand, and immediately two female disciples came up and carried Chang Yuqing down.

He suddenly had some guesses, but he didn't check them in detail. He didn't know what secrets these noble spirits were hiding in their bodies.

As for Chang Yuqing, maybe you can study it carefully.

She is an abandoned spiritual nobleman with super savvy, and she has already realized the level of fending off the enemy before formally practicing martial arts.

After changing his physique now, how high he can reach in the future. I really look forward to it when I think about it.

Standing on the platform, Zhang Rongfang thought a lot for a while.

He thought of his uncle Jin Yuyan. With her aptitude, if she was not limited by the limits of human beings and affected by the state of neurosis in the semi-polar state, she might be far more than that.

And now, Chang Yuqing, who has the same talent, even seems to be stronger.

Combined with the blood physique bestowed by him, it might become a nightmare for worshipers in the future

Confused with thoughts, Zhang Rongfang let out a long sigh of relief, and finally turned his gaze back to his attribute bar.

‘Next, it’s time to attack new traits and talents. '

At this time, most of his attribute points have been added to life.

Only a little bit left.

‘Zhang Rongfang—Life 399-399.’

‘Available attributes: 1. '

This point is stuck, in order to prevent the emergence of new traits and talents, which will cause too much impact on the body, and thus be detected by outsiders as abnormal.

And now, the time is finally fully ripe.

"Come here. Tell me to go on, I want to retreat, and no one should come to disturb me. Just put the food and drink at the entrance of the cave." He suddenly ordered.

"Yes!"

The guard at the stairs of Renxian Terrace quickly bowed his head in response.

These people are not warriors, but waiters and Taoists who are proficient in martial arts. Their task is to take care of the canyon chores.

and others left.

Zhang Rongfang turned around and walked into the cave, closing the stone gate at the entrance.

When he came to the middle of the wide flat ground, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

This time, I hope to have a special talent for dealing with gods, Buddhas and generals.

Spiritual generals rely entirely on spurting blood, and gods and Buddhas can't even beat the remnant gods, let alone restrain their immortality and divine pressure.

What he urgently needs now is to break the defense.

'let's start. '

Zhang Rongfang gathered a hand in his heart, and tapped lightly on the plus sign behind the life attribute.

In an instant, the life jumped from 399 to 400.

The cave was quiet and nothing changed.

Zhang Rongfang stood where he was, waiting quietly.

His eyes were fixed on the attribute bar, the area of ​​trait talents.

After super vision, blood ancestor, child wish, three special talents. Soon, a new line of words slowly emerged from the bottom.

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North of Daling.

Desert yellow sand, flying all over the sky.

On the undulating sand dunes, there are two figures holding weapons, fighting frantically.

On the edge of the dunes, a group of camel cavalry in white light armor was guarding a pure white tulle sedan chair.

One person lay lazily half-lying in the sedan chair, admiring the death fight between the two in the distance.

"I bet her that within a hundred moves, she wouldn't be able to kill Yun Xiao. Now it seems that she is about to lose"

"It's just a little slave talking, why did the master spend time stopping for him?" A camel rider on the side said in a deep voice.

"In the vast desert, she met me and recognized me. This is fate." The person in the sedan chair said softly.

"God bestowed this fate, why should I break it? So, I gave her a chance."

"But now we have to go to Dadu as soon as possible. Yue Dewen manipulated the court. His crime is unforgivable, and he deserves to be punished," the cavalry general said dissatisfied.

"That's my business." The voice of the person in the sedan chair suddenly became cold. "Sima Rui, do you still remember the rules?"

"The subordinate has overstepped."

"Remember. There will be no next time." The tone of the person in the sedan chair became gentle.

The rest of the people were silent, not even daring to breathe a little harder.

Although they are all worshiping gods, they are all spiritual channels, and they are all super products. But at this moment, in front of the people in the sedan chair, they are no stronger than mortal ants.

Poof!

At this time, on the sand dunes in the distance, a woman finally held a knife and stabbed a person across from her.

She raised her right arm, yelling and venting.

"Oh? She was only one move away from winning." The person in the sedan chair was surprised.

Looking at the slave woman who was running this way.

The person in the sedan chair sighed.

"Things in the world are always so unpredictable."

"Commander? Have you seen how strong Yue Dewen is, who claims to be number one in the world?" A cavalry general asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, maybe it's better than the original Damir?" The person in the sedan chair replied in an indifferent and doubtful tone.

"Didn't you go back with the rest of the generals to threaten Yue Dewen?" The cavalry general was surprised.

"Yes. The oracle has indeed come down. But it didn't say when it will arrive?" The person in the sedan chair laughed.

The rider frowned slightly. This ambiguous attitude made him a little uncertain about the meaning of the person in the sedan chair.

"No hurry. Go to Xuehong Pavilion first, Yue Dewen or something, and talk about it after everyone arrives." The person in the sedan chair lay down lazily again.

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The Immortal View, May Girl Gorge.

Zhang Rongfang stood quietly in the cave, closing his eyes and watching the new trait talent slowly emerging.

The light red handwriting went from light to dark, and then became clearer.

"Huh?" The moment Zhang Rongfang saw the handwriting, Zhang Rongfang frowned and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The new talent is completely different from what he expected. According to the previous inference, his talent will be affected by the gods and Buddhas marked on his body, so there will be different degrees of inclinations.

So, the ability and talent this time should be related to the **** Buddha, the Great Lingyutian.

But at this moment, what appeared before his eyes was a completely different talent.

‘Super Smell-Blood Tracking. '

This is an ability that looks similar to the previous super vision. Doesn't look tough.

Zhang Rongfang was a little disappointed, but as the name suggests, it seemed that he could use it.

Soon, the handwriting was completely erased, and it was completely resurfaced.

A trace of inexplicable restlessness emerged from his body.

Cool streams emerged from the body out of thin air, and then all gathered in the nasal cavity, starting to transform the biological structure here.

Pain, itching, numbness, three strong sensations alternately. The time lasted for about ten minutes before it slowly faded and ended.

"It's done!?" Zhang Rongfang stood where he was, unknowingly covered in cold sweat.

He reached out and touched his forehead, which was wet.

‘It seems to be the same as before? '

'No! '

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes.

What does he smell!

The smell was like a thread. He closed his eyes, and he could even clearly imagine that the thread was red and slender, extending from his body all the way out of the cave.

These lines are densely packed, at least dozens or hundreds of them.

And each one seems to extend in different directions.

Some even penetrate directly from the stone wall in the cave, pointing to unknown directions.

'This' Zhang Rongfang vaguely guessed something.

Immediately, he quickly opened the stone gate, jumped down from the Human Immortal Platform, and unfolded his movements in the canyon.

Soon, he followed a thin line and drove all the way, and found Zhang Zhenhai who was squatting by the entrance of the cave, gnawing on chicken feet.

Shua!

A breeze blew, and Zhang Rongfang appeared in front of her.

The end of the thin red line is right between Zhang Zhenhai's eyebrows.

The two of them stared wide-eyed and stunned for a moment.

what!

Zhang Zhenhai's pretty face flushed suddenly, he stood up, turned and ran away, and disappeared into the distant mist in a blink of an eye.

Leave Zhang Rongfang alone in thought.

‘This **** pursuit seems to be able to smell the defense of the bloodline created by me. This is no longer a simple category of smell’

Although it is not very powerful, it is a very good supplement to the management of Human Immortal Temple.

Especially because he couldn't restrain the blood descendants he created, he has never dared to manufacture in large quantities.

And now with this **** tracking, maybe I can let go a little bit

Of course, the premise is that this red line can really find every blood descendant.

Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang stepped a little, followed one of the red lines, jumped up, and galloped away.

This time, he chose a farther direction.

(end of this chapter)