The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

The first three stages of Yi Jin Jing?

A lot of information suddenly appeared in his mind, densely packed, filling the whole mind.

Just when he was about to digest it carefully, a cyan light curtain suddenly appeared in front of him again.

'The Yi Jin Jing is a part of the ancient Nine Immortals Burial Magic Art, which has been gradually lost through the ages. '

'Sub-quest activation: Complete the Yi Jin Jing. '

"Ok?"

Chen Xuan showed a strange look.

Is the Yi Jin Jing a part of the Nine Immortals' Buried Demon Art?

He became even more curious about this Nine Immortals Burial Demon Art.

After Chen Xuan digested it carefully, he suddenly opened the panel and looked at the column of internal strength and physical strength.

Internal strength: 12500 years

Stamina: 580000

Qi value: 510 (has an incredible magical effect, ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes will only appear when they enter the realm of opening mysteries)

XP: 4625

"The internal force value has changed from 12000 to 12500, and it is still growing."

Chen Xuan thought secretly.

He had tried it before, and after the internal force value reached 12000, he would not grow any more when he practiced other internal skills. He did not expect that the system has rewarded 500 years of true energy, and the internal force value has changed.

"Could it be that the qi rewarded by the system can be superimposed infinitely?"

He looked at the column of experience points and thought about it.

Now the experience value is 4625 points, should I continue to add points to sacrifice my life to become a magic trick, or add some other skills.

To be honest, he really wanted to know if other exercises could be transformed?

Chen Xuan looked directly at Hua Gong Dafa, and clicked on it immediately.

Brush brush!

Huagong Dafa was added from Mastery (0/480) to Dacheng (0/720) in an instant

"Isn't Dacheng the end, can we continue to increase?"

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed.

He immediately clicked down again.

With a flash of light, the handwriting of Huagong Dafa changed.

Introduction to Holy-level Huagong Dafa (0/900).

"Huh? Saint-level Huagong Dafa?"

Chen Xuan was surprised.

Countless information suddenly appeared in his mind,

The Saint-level Huagong Dafa, the upgraded version of Huagong Dafa, is no longer a simple human-transforming skill. After practicing to the later stage of [Perfect], you can take away people's skill and use it to supplement yourself, and use it to temper your body.

The real self-interest at the expense of others.

There was a gleam of light in Chen Xuan's eyes.

Suddenly he looked at the remaining experience points: 2865 points.

Immediately continue to click on the holy-level Huagong Dafa.

Brush brush!

The holy-level Huagong Dafa has been directly exaggerated from entry (0/900) to rough mastery, and has reached the entrance (0/1500).

There are 765 experience points left.

Chen Xuan looked at his palm, began to operate the holy-level Huagong Dafa, and felt it for himself.

Suddenly, he swept his hand casually, and a ray of light rolled over a big tree outside the window.

puff!

The big tree withered, turned into rotten wood, fell down with a bang, and fell apart.

"What a strange power!"

Chen Xuan was shocked.

This blow swept away, and the life energy in the big tree's body was directly pumped out, leaving no trace.

How can this be the skill of transforming people, what the hell can even transform lives!

Chen Xuan looked at the column of internal strength again, only to see that the internal strength still hadn't increased at all.

"Sure enough, when the internal strength is at its peak, it's useless to practice exercises."

Chen Xuan thought secretly.

He looked at the two pills in front of him, one Dragon Soul Pill, and one Medium Blood Vessel, and he reached out and grabbed them in the palm of his hand, then he stood up and walked outside the room.

"Brother Turtle, have you thought of the formation that made you think?"

Chen Xuan asked.

"What's the rush? I'm not thinking about it."

The dragon turtle was soaking in a water tank, grabbing the golden creature and rubbing its black back.

It completely regarded the golden creature as a bath towel, and it made a hissing sound when it rubbed.

The golden creature had a look of grief and indignation, almost frantic. It wanted to struggle violently several times, but was honestly collapsed by the dragon turtle.

"His grandma's, I will fight with you!"

The golden creature shouted.