my body has no limits

Chapter 606
The venom stained his body, his vitality was eroded, and for a while, Yang Ding was unable to act immediately.

The right hand, which was most contaminated with venom, lost its strength even more. If it wasn't for the fact that Xinlongya had merged with his initial thoughts, he wouldn't even be able to hold a knife.

Fortunately, the vine monster seemed to have lost its ability to attack after the flower bud exploded, and all the vines fell limply on the grass.

Yang Ding stood leaning on the knife, trying his best to transfer the vitality of his body, reactivating his right hand and other eroded parts.

He is not able to feel the vitality station in the body like a mage, but he knows the best way to circulate vitality, qi and blood.

As long as the qi and blood are unobstructed, vitality will naturally appear.

Yang Ding is very good at moving blood and blood, and this may be his best supernatural method.

After becoming a transcendent, everything he showed was based on his body.

If you only look at physical strength, strength and speed, Yang Ding is undoubtedly an excellent representative of the seventh-level transcendent here.

But how about the combat power, can he beat those senior seventh-level transcendents?

It depends on what the other party is good at.

If it's a mage-type transcendent, no matter what he is good at, as long as he is approached by Yang Ding, then he has no chance of winning, and Yang Ding restrains all magic systems.

If the other party is also a body-refining transcendent, then it depends on the performance during the battle.

Yang Ding's physical strength is very strong, but he lacks the means to use this strength.

Being a body-refining superhuman doesn't mean that he doesn't have more profound supernatural means.

Some secret skills may even allow them to exert twice or even several times their own strength.

As long as their bodies don't collapse, they dare to use more secret techniques.

Can Yang Ding do it?

Of course he can, but he doesn't have such secret skills.

And many secret techniques don't work on him.

So his combat effectiveness has always been fascinating, and he must have the strength of a seventh-level transcendent.

But once he encounters an enemy who is invincible, he has no choice but to give full play.

At this time, Yang Ding's best extraordinary method is the ancient boxing method taught by Yu Jinyan. Although the level is a little lower, it can at least allow him to display his strength as much as possible.

Without these boxing techniques, [-]% of the strength can only be used with [-]%.

With this boxing method, at least it can be [-]%, or even [-]%, [-]%.

Compared with some secret techniques that exert [-]% or even [-]% of their effectiveness, the ancient boxing method is indeed weaker, but it is very important to Yang Ding.

So Yang Ding has always been grateful to Yu Jinyan.

And Yang Ding also wants to thank Yu Jinyan at this moment, because the ancient boxing method Yang Ding is good at transferring Qi and blood, so he quickly regained control of his body.

Although the venom of the vines is powerful and directly erodes the vitality of living things, but the vitality in Yang Ding's body is so huge, the loss of these is only a drop in the bucket, and it can be made up by eating two more meals.

For a quarter of an hour, Yang Ding moved his stiff right arm, and the right hand holding Xinlongya began to regain strength.

"Finally recovered!"

Yang Ding made a slashing movement, feeling that the strength was similar to before, until the vitality on his right arm was almost recovered.

But some fine blood vessels are still a little atrophied, which will take longer to return to normal.

"Now it's time to settle accounts with you."

Yang Ding approached the vine monster step by step, without seeing it lower its vigilance at all.

Although he knew that such a method could not be used frequently, he would not make a big mistake if he was careful.

But until Yang Ding walked along the vine to the place where the flower bone exploded, the vine monster was silent.

"died?"

Yang Ding stabbed the vine under his feet with a knife, and found that it had gradually hardened and lost its vitality just now.

But Yang Ding still didn't believe it could die so easily.

"It doesn't matter whether you are dead or fake, if I dig you out, you can still live!"

Yang Ding hated the vine so much, even if it seemed to be dead at this time, he still didn't want to let him go.

Without the hindrance of vines, Yang Ding wanted to dig the ground easily.

It's just a pity that Xinlongya, who was used as a shield by him just now, is now used as a shovel by him.

Soon, there was a huge potato-shaped rhizome in front of Yang Ding.

This was the root of the vine he had dug up from where the vines converged.

"Is this a potato monster?"

Yang Ding never thought that he would dig out such a thing.

When he saw this "big potato" for the first time, his first thought was: Is it delicious?

The name of foodie is well-deserved.

"It seems like you can try it?" Yang Ding was ready to taste it.

But it is not enough at this time, he thinks that this "big potato" is still alive, and it must be completely exterminated first.

The "big potato" was dug out by Yang Ding, but there were still three fine roots deep in the soil.

They are like three main arteries, which can extract nutrients from the earth and supply them to the "big potatoes".

But at this time the vines have already pounced, even if they are left behind, they are still lambs to be slaughtered.

Raising the knife in his hand and dropping it, Yang Ding simply saw three thin roots.

Compared with the main body of "big potatoes", they are really thin, just the thickness of the mouth of a bowl.

Yang Ding found some white juice at the cut site, which was similar to the previous venom.

"Isn't this big potato poisonous?"

Yang Ding stared at the "big potato" for a long time, and even patted it with his hand.

It's normal to be poisonous, after all, the vines on it are all poisonous, and these poisons can't come out of thin air. The big potato may be a poison processing factory.

But why does Yang Ding drool more and more at the thought of this?
Do I have masochistic tendencies?

This thought startled Yang Ding, how could it be possible?Just curious, just curious.

He has never eaten highly toxic food, and he has never tasted anything on Blue Star like puffer fish.

I heard that the greater the toxicity, the tastier the food, I don't know if it is true or not.

Just try it out this time, let's start to act!
Fire is really God's best gift to mankind.

With fire, most foods can be made tasty and safe.

Yang Ding will also heat the "big potatoes" with fire before eating them.

And with such a big potato, he can cook all the potato recipes he knows.

"Even if you cook all the potato recipes, you won't be able to use up this big potato. Why don't you try the sweet potato recipe?"

When it comes to eating, Yang Ding always has countless inspirations.

He used the new dragon teeth to separate part of the "big potato" and prepared to make dishes.

The first step in cooking is to make a fire. It is not an easy task to make a fire on the grassland, especially in this gathering where there are green grass everywhere.

But it doesn't matter, as a self-foodie, from fuel to seasoning, Yang Ding has everything in his space bag.

Taking out the special charcoal and a set of kitchen utensils, Yang Ding began to use all his cooking skills to cook these parts cut from the big potatoes.

The quickest to ripen are baked and fried potatoes.

In order to break down toxins, Yang Ding continues to heat them after they are cooked, and these potatoes are indeed different from ordinary potatoes in that they are very resistant to heat.

It wasn't until Yang Ding felt that the toxins were almost decomposed that he took them out of the oil and fire.

Yang Ding carefully took a French fries and put it in his mouth.

boom!
What's this smell?
A mellow and sweet taste burst out in the mouth, and a special numbing feeling rushed straight to the brain.

After eating, all of Yang Ding's expressions disappeared, leaving only two simple words,

Really fragrant!

(End of this chapter)