I Can Upgrade Infinitely

Come again.

Jiang Changkong said again.

Zhou Wen nodded, and shot again: If you can't bear it, just say it.

Jiang Changkong nodded and took another slap, this time it's no problem.

With the second palm, continue to carry it, and let the strength beat the body.

However, the iron cloth shirt did not move.

After playing for five minutes, the iron cloth shirt finally moved.

20.7/40

Only added 0.1?

He suddenly felt that it would be faster to suffer from the knife.

Pain, too, goes faster.

Let's take a break first.

Played until 21/40.

Jiang Changkong stopped, and he realized that the more he was beaten, the slower he improved.

First five minutes, then seven minutes, ten minutes.

And, with the beating, he'd be so tired, so exhausted, the damn body.

He played for nearly half an hour before he reached 21. If this continues, it will be difficult to improve, and he is also very tired.

Sitting on the ground, Jiang Changkong asked: You said, Doctor Ziling, do you want to improve your healing ability?

Yes, you probably don't know that the star demon contains star stones.

Zhou Wen thought for a while and said, Some starstones have mutated due to some unknown reasons and have special abilities.

Jiang Changkong understood that these special abilities can be refined.

Ziling has obtained this healing ability, which needs to be continuously displayed, tempered, and fit.

This ability has just been obtained, and it is not particularly powerful.

Some serious injuries cannot be treated, only small wounds can be treated.

That's why the clinic was opened here, not in the martial arts school.

Those guys from the Martial Arts School, no matter how serious they are, their wounds are so big that they can't be cured.

Star Demon.

Jiang Changkong touched his chin, the Star Demon must have a lot of energy.

Don't even think about it. You are so weak. You are sweating all over for a while. You want to join the martial arts school. I don't know when.

Zhou Wen shook his head, these words are not a blow, but the truth.

Jiang Changkong nodded: So, the sword is slanted, or should we continue to suffer from the knife?

Zhou Wen: ...

You are the first person I have ever seen who dared to stab himself with a knife.

If he hadn't seen Jiang Changkong as normal, he would have wondered if there was something wrong in his head.

Senior Ziling, I won't agree.

Zhou Wen said helplessly: Why are you so cruel to yourself? You can't rush to practice martial arts. It's really not possible. You can buy medicinal materials to temper your body, and strengthening liquid is also fine.

Jiang Changkong shook his head, he couldn't afford the medicinal materials.

He couldn't even afford the strengthening fluid.

The poor can only suffer more.

Jiang Changkong said: Why don't you talk nice things to Dr. Ziling, I'll practice iron cloth shirt, and she will improve her healing ability?

Zhou Wen shook his head and rejected his request.

You are not suffering so much, you are self-harming.

Continue to practice. Zhou Wen got up and said.

Jiang Changkong stood up, and his body recovered a lot, and it is a little bit more strengthened.

This time, he didn't improve a little until noon.

The two are also familiar, Ziling's full name is Ji Ziling.

Yingji clinics each take a surname as a signboard.

There is also a boss surnamed Ying, who is the senior that Zhou Wen wants to pursue.

The lunch is cooked by Ji Ziling, it tastes very good.

After eating, Jiang Changkong didn't rush to practice, but went to the vegetable market.

It is now a world where almost all people practice martial arts, and there is a great demand for meat.

Everyone likes fresh meat, so there are fresh ones in the morning and afternoon.

After shopping around, he gained another 2 points of energy, which he kept.

Good steel is used on the edge of the knife, and when you complete your small success, you can directly upgrade to the big success.

Continue exercising in the afternoon,

The result was only an increase of 0.5.

Iron cloth shirt: Xiao Cheng 22.5/40.

While eating the dinner prepared by Ji Ziling, Jiang Changkong's heart moved: Brother Wen, can I ask you for a favor?

Zhou Wen looked up: What's the matter? It's too difficult and I will refuse.

It's not difficult, I just want to be a butcher...

no.

Zhou Wen decisively refused.

Didn't you see, did Ji Ziling hide your dagger?

Be a butcher?

Do you want to kill chickens and sheep, or wipe your neck?

Who is right?

For this kind of person who stabs himself at every turn, it is best to stay away from the murder weapon.

Ji Ziling glanced at him: If you want to die, you can die somewhere else, don't smash my signboard.

Jiang Changkong explained: No, I just want to find a job.

You are young, what kind of butcher, how about this, you work in the shop, with a monthly salary of 3,000. Zhou Wen said.

Ji Ziling nodded without any objection.

Before he could speak, Zhou Wen continued: Besides, you think it's easy to be a butcher? You need to prove it.

Jiang Changkong opened his mouth and said, Thank you very much.

After returning home after dinner, Jiang Changkong started to work at Ying Ji Clinic.

Zhou Wen helped him exercise every day, and Ji Ziling treated the wounded.

However, the wounded here are all skin wounds.

The most serious thing is that I slapped myself when I killed the fish, and there was not much blood left.

Jiang Changkong naturally didn't gain energy.

Go to the vegetable market every day, and then practice iron cloth shirt.

In a flash, five days passed.

Iron cloth shirt Xiaocheng reached 25 o'clock.

It got slower and slower later on, and the energy and energy were saved to 16 o'clock.

Jiang Changkong didn't stab himself again, and Ji Ziling didn't say anything, but he wasn't enthusiastic either.

He found a problem. Ji Ziling was relatively indifferent to him and Zhou Wen.

Although it is not that kind of cold appearance, it carries a sense of alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away.

In the evening, Jiang Changkong finished cleaning the clinic tables and chairs, and Ji Ziling also packed them up, ready to leave.

Zhou Wen left first.

Doctor Ji.

There was a panic-stricken scream.

A woman, supporting a middle-aged man covered in blood, walked in: Doctor Ji, save him quickly.

Essence +1 +0.1...

The spirit is constantly being mobilized, and this person's spirit has dissipated a lot.

Ji Ziling quickly flicked the green light and sank into the middle-aged man.

But the man was still bleeding, and a few green lights couldn't stop it.

A few more green lights finally stopped the bleeding.

He is seriously injured, I can only stabilize his condition and send him to the hospital immediately. Ji Ziling said.

Thank you, Doctor Ji.

The woman quickly helped the middle-aged man up, but she was too tired, one leg was weak, and she fell down.

The middle-aged man fell directly to the ground.

Ji Ziling quickly supported the woman, and Jiang Changkong supported the middle-aged man dangerously.

He glanced at Ji Ziling strangely, it was obvious that this man was injured more seriously, if he fell, he would die.

He actually chose to help women.

I'll carry him to the hospital.

Jiang Changkong picked up the middle-aged man on his back and ran outside.

Ji Ziling followed behind, waved a green light, submerged into the seriously injured man's body, and helped stabilize the injury.

Thank you, thank you. The women kept saying thanks.

He trotted all the way to the hospital, but luckily he was able to carry a man in his iron shirt.

It's just that after walking for a long time, he felt tired, and when he was exhausted, he felt sleepy.

Fortunately, the hospital is not far away. As soon as Jiang Changkong arrived, a doctor came to help pick up the middle-aged man.

Let's go.

Ji Ziling turned around and left.

Jiang Changkong shook his body, feeling tired.

The woman was still thanking at the door: Thank you, thank you so much.

Go in and take care of him. Jiang Changkong left a sentence and followed Ji Ziling closely.

He was wounded by a cow, you still want to be a butcher?

Ji Ziling said suddenly.

Just curious. Jiang Changkong smiled and didn't say much.

Ji Ziling didn't speak any more.

After the two parted, Jiang Changkong wiped his sweat secretly, tired.

But looking at the spirit, he couldn't help laughing:

not bad.

Another five points, and saved a person.

At 21 o'clock, the person who was seriously injured just now escaped and came out at five o'clock.