Douluo Zhiwo's martial soul and soul ring can be strengthened

Chapter 62 Finding the Right Soul Skill
The bowstring cannot be kept taut.Man is a weak thing, without proper looseness, he cannot sustain himself.

The tense nerves were relaxed, Lu Zifeng's whole body was different, all the cells seemed to come alive, just like the happy mood of "the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day".

With the excitement of the mood, the expansion of the cells, and the regular breathing, it seems that there is a feeling telling him that practicing now will get half the result.

In Qishe, except for Tang San who is still cultivating immortality, everyone has already gone to meet with Zhou Gong, even Sun Xinyuan is no exception.

After returning from Notting City, it was already three or four o'clock in the middle of the night. If he hadn't been lying down for a while and didn't fall asleep, Lu Zifeng wouldn't have sat cross-legged.

Besides, Tang San, a genius, didn't know if he fell asleep sitting up. He came back after going out, and he was still practicing sitting cross-legged, completely refusing to give ordinary people a way out.

Ordinary people like us, if we don't work hard, there is no way to survive. Our paths have been completed by these geniuses.

Lu Zifeng held his breath, put aside distracting thoughts, and concentrated.Exhale a mouthful of turbid air, take a deep breath, exhale, and adjust the frequency of breathing.Gradually, feeling the soul power between heaven and earth, the saturated soul power became active again.

Finally, I felt something, the precipitated soul power fluctuated again, and I could absorb new soul power into the body, as if my stomach was unblocked, and I could eat again now that I didn't have much appetite.

Accompanied by the feeling of smooth flow, I thought I could have a full meal, but the result was not comfortable and full of stomach, which made people dumbfounded.

"Again, again?"

Lu Zifeng frowned tightly. He really couldn't figure out how he, who was only able to cultivate smoothly, got blocked again and let people practice unpleasantly.

It's better to be a soul beast, just eat, sleep and lie down every day. You don't have to worry about this or that at all, and you don't have any scruples, let alone such troubles.

practice?

No, no, as long as we are alive, it doesn’t matter whether we practice or not. We fight for longevity, and we win in the end.

I don't have the troubles I have now. It took me a while to get over it. Before I could be happy, I was saturated again. I couldn't be happy at all.

"What a mess!"

Lu Zifeng sighed, very helpless, never so helpless, almost didn't directly lift the table, even if he was constipated, he didn't feel so uncomfortable.

Unknowingly, the night passed, Tang San moved again, Lu Zifeng, who was struggling, looked at Tang San.

Tang San smiled charmingly, and said silently: "I'm going out to practice, do you want to follow me, I'll wait for you in the back mountain."

Lu Zifeng ignored it directly and pretended not to see it. He was not in the mood to follow. It doesn't matter whether you are going to the back mountain or what, don't bother me.

Lu Zifeng couldn't figure out why he was like this, he was already able to cultivate normally, why did he still appear in this state, was it because of his old tension?

But... why is this happening?
Lu Zifeng tried it, but the result was still the same, it was too saturated, as if there was no memory, and it couldn't fit any more content, not even a single punctuation mark.

"It's weird. Could it be that I'm really at a bottleneck this time?"

Lu Zifeng suddenly fell into deep thought. It is really possible. It seems that he needs to sense it seriously to know, but the best way is to go to the Hall of Spirits to measure it, which is more accurate.

However, Lu Zifeng is not very cold about Wuhundian, apart from Tang San, it is Wuhundian that he dislikes the most.

"My situation is also considered special. If it is not necessary, I should not go to the Wuhun Temple. There is no way to know other than the Wuhun Temple. The only way to find a soul beast in the Hunting Soul Forest is to test the waters."

"However, my thoughts seem to be very muddled. I can't let my sister know, otherwise, I will definitely be punished to death..."

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In the evening, the sun sets.

The Hunting Soul Forest is particularly bright red.

The quiet life that the soul beasts had managed to obtain was shattered because of someone's arrival.

"Time is tight, so hurry up and talk."

Many soul beasts gathered together, as if they were in a meeting, and they dared not make a sound in the face of this person's question.

He was none other than Lu Zifeng who sneaked out. He was short on time, so he didn't talk nonsense with them.

"You'd better be honest. If you tell me that you have something to hide, I won't let you go."

Lu Zifeng's words seemed to be a warning, if these soul beasts didn't say what he wanted to know, then he would just target that soul beast.

The soul beasts had to line up, succumbed to this bad guy, and introduced themselves, there was nothing they could do, or they would be bullied.

Listening to the self-introduction of the soul beasts, Lu Zifeng shook his head. Their abilities are all average, and the best skill is the gravity field, but it seems to be useless.

Lu Zifeng knew that Mr. Zhao from Shrek Academy had this soul skill, and wasn't he bullied to death by Tang San?

So no matter what, you can't choose this skill as your soul skill.

"Apart from you, who else hasn't come over?" Lu Zifeng had no choice but to focus on those thorns. If they didn't come over, they would not give him face. Very well, you can trouble them.

Hearing what Lu Zifeng said, the soul beasts hesitated for a while. Those are all thorns. Where do they dare to say, what they say...

Lu Zifeng looked at all the soul beasts, snorted coldly, and said, "If you don't report what you know, I'll be the first to trouble you. You should think clearly, I'm not easy to mess with."

Lu Zifeng smiled charmingly, and said in his heart: "Nonsense, if I was easy to provoke, you would not gather here obediently and let me give orders alone. But then again, soul beasts are really realistic enough. Whose fist Whoever is the big one has the final say."

Soul beasts, look at me, I look at yours, I hope someone will stand up, they don't want to be tossed by Lu Zifeng, a lunatic, his fist is average, but he can't kill him, it's the torture beast.

"Bear, bear, bear..."

Finally, a bear stood up, and he said a thorn, which made Lu Zifeng dumbfounded.

"stop!"

"Don't talk about it. You are not talking nonsense, Guzhu is a plant-type soul beast, can he be the same as you?"

"However, you reminded me that those plant-type soul beasts that can't move may have some good talents and skills. I can try it."

"By the way, you just said, what is this Lone Bamboo's skill?"

Lu Zifeng was a little interested in Gu Zhu, but after inquiring about it, he became even more interested, "Very well, little bear, your information is good, and you will be the boss here from now on."

"Listen well, you will have to listen to Xiao Xiong from now on, do you understand? Xiao Xiong, whoever dares to be unconvinced, just tell me directly, understand?"

"Bear! Bear! Bear..."

(End of this chapter)