[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

The final result of this incident was that, amidst Qian Lin's cold smile and disgust on his face, Luo Bai and Pea Pao were left behind, and a small room was separated for the two of them to live in.

Qian Lin was not happy about this.

This Baituanzi not only broke into Wanjing's house in the middle of the night, but also lay on Wanjing's chest every day without letting go. He would cry when he stared at him, and he would ruin the warm atmosphere that he managed to create if he didn't pay attention. It is conceivable that if he hadn't dealt with the affairs of the Demon Sect in advance, this little brat didn't know what would happen .

Tsk, no one is safe.

Although Luo Baike was tossing vigorously, the devil was always ten feet high. Qian Lin didn't bother to care about him at first, but seeing him getting more and more clinging to Wanjing, after a solid beating, he was fine, be honest .

Qian Rin is very satisfied with her actions.

Wan Jing didn't have much feeling for this kind of Shura field-like atmosphere. His current theoretical knowledge has slowly been on the right track, and he can almost read Chinese characters. The next step is to apply the theory to actual combat.

This is also the hardest step.

After this period of non-stop daily tasks, and occasionally going to the monster area outside the city to exercise his muscles and bones, his current strength is not far behind Jindan. Originally, he could provide [-]% of the foundation period in a single day. Cultivation, the accumulated amount during this period is also very considerable.

All of Wanhua's skills can be used, plus those skills that appear after acquiring external knowledge, his current attack style can be changed by his own will, and Wanhua's internal attack is already impossible to guard against. It is a bit more concealed than the usual attack.

The knowledge acquired in theory, except for alchemy, is mostly about the use of spiritual power and spiritual knowledge. Under his daily practice, spiritual knowledge has made great progress. Use, but encountered a bottleneck.

Therefore, during this period of time, Wanjing had no time to deal with the bloody storm of the two groups of people at home. He buried himself in the sea of ​​books, studied hard but found nothing, whether it was inner irritability or disappointment, it accumulated day by day. When I woke up, the whole flower was surrounded by the air of "this stupid world is really boring".

Realizing this situation, Chirin felt the need to do something.

Wanjing's previous road to comprehension went very smoothly.

He has a system. He absorbs the aura in the water when he is in flower form, and accumulates experience points when he goes out with Qian Lin. All the way to the end, the foundation was built without any difficulties, and after doing daily routines, the cultivation base rose like a rocket, and the speed made Qian Lin a little scared.

If this continues, there will definitely be problems.

Sure enough, something went wrong.

Qian Lin has a deep understanding of the way of comprehension. He is proficient in the methods of the Demon Sect and the Immortal Family, and integrating the two requires a deep comprehension ability, so before Wanjing's problem is exposed, he is not worried. In his opinion, if there is a problem of cultivation in Wanjing, it will definitely be able to solve it.

Reality slapped in the face.

In other words, after meeting Wanjing, his common sense was constantly being challenged.

There is no bottleneck in Wanjing's cultivation method in terms of cultivation. The problem can only appear in the heart, and the state of mind cannot keep up with the growth rate of cultivation. This is Qian Lin's initial thought.

But now it seems that although Wanjing is very irritable every day, it is far from a problem with his mood, but if he asks, he will be diverted from the topic by hesitating, which makes him very puzzled.

He felt that it was not an option to go on like this, so he wanted to find a time to have a good talk with Wan Jing.

Before his idea was put into practice, Wan Jing came to him first.

"You mean, you want me to fight with you to see what the problem is?" Qian Lin was not too surprised when she heard Wan Jing's request.

He should have thought that his little flower would solve the problem by himself.

"That's right." Wan Ding nodded.

He knew exactly where his problem was, but he had no idea how to solve it, maybe he would experience it in actual combat.

So, the two of them came to a specially allocated place in the city for people to train and fight. After paying a certain fee, they applied for an empty room.

Qian Lin has a good grasp of the proportion of his shots. He is not a person who only knows how to kill. He also has a deep research on the mastery of abilities and the control of speed, and there will be no situation where the shots are too heavy or too light.

But Wanjing's situation is completely different——

When he was in the game, he could be regarded as the fourth cultivator. He had played both Huajian and Lijing, pvp and pve. Although he returned to pvx later, he still remembered the use of the previous strategies and skills.

He tried his best to recall Hua Jian and Nai Hua's fighting methods. If he wants to be the same as in the game, he must first pay attention to keeping the distance, the chain of damage reduction cannot be broken, and——

There was a tingling sensation in his wrist, and he loosened his hand, and the pen fell to the ground. Before he could pick it up, Qian Lin's sword rested on his neck, it was cold.

He stopped his movements and pursed his lips, feeling a little disappointed.

Qian Lin put the sword back, looked at Wan Jing standing there silently, and softened her words a bit.

"I haven't seen any battles between you and other cultivators before, and the battle with monsters is still passable, but if it is a real battle, it seems that what is lacking is not the 01:30 point."

"Would you mind telling me, what's the matter with your abilities? Why is every blow the same force? There are a few chances that are very good. If you can increase your offensive, maybe you can get good results .”

"Also, you don't seem to be able to control your abilities very freely when you are fighting." Qian Lin made a demonstration, and a sword light condensed in his hand, and the sword light was held in his hand, and there was nothing else With this movement, he attacked in an instant, carving a deep mark on the opposite wall.

"Can you tell me why you have a fixed action before each attack? It is easy to be predicted by the enemy during the battle. In addition, you seem to lose control of the attack after it is sent out. , In this way, it will be even more difficult to use your own abilities freely."

Qian Rin's words, but every sentence hit the point.

His abilities, in the final analysis, are skills, all of which are pre-set. Movements, consumed spiritual power, and the size of attacks may vary within a certain range, but they are not within his control. This is all a matter of chance. question.

And those strategies in the game completely lost their effect.

After all, the person fighting him on the opposite side has never been another game character. He will not avoid an attack, nor will he explode when he sees him using damage reduction, as he expected.

And his abilities are all restricted by the system.

Every blow he made was under the rules of the system, and he couldn't jump out.

He couldn't find a way out.

"I want to go out for a walk alone, is that okay?"

In the end, he answered Qian Rin like this.

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The bumpy development history of a flower.

Walking on the road, Wan Jing sighed faintly in his heart.

Just like a story always has climaxes to attract people, does his path of cultivation have ups and downs to be considered exciting?

Although Qian Lin is by his side, he also wants to improve his strength.

And what Qian Lin said just now was indeed true, but it also made him feel a little bored.

On the street, there were many people and it was very noisy, and there were all kinds of shops all around. He continued to walk forward and saw the little girl who was selling spirit flowers, but he was not in the mood today, so he walked over directly.

There is a small bridge not far away, people are sticking together on the bridge, there are people arguing in the shop on the left, the noise is so loud that it can be heard clearly in the street, and on the right is a shop selling elixir, and people inside are arguing. Not many so it's quiet.

The whole street seemed to be quiet.

It's quiet now?

Wanjing came back to his senses and realized that something was wrong.

I don't know when, the bustling crowd on the street disappeared, and there was no sound on the empty street, and the silence made people's hearts slowly cool down.

He looked to the left, and in that shop, the overturned tables and chairs caused by the quarrel were still clearly presented in front of him, but there was no one inside.

Illusioned.

Wan Jing had seen this situation in the book before.

This is a kind of illusion that is not considered superb. It relies on creating an illusion that is not much different from the real world, and lures people into it bit by bit. Once fully entered, this illusion will be controlled by the caster.

Under normal circumstances, in order to make the subject fear, they will control the illusion to have some abnormal conditions, for example, no one is there.

This is not an illusion that is difficult to discover. As Qian Lin once said, the five senses of human beings are the easiest to be deceived, so learn to use spiritual knowledge.

Thinking of this, he felt a little lost.

Indeed, after Qian Lin said it, the ability of spiritual consciousness did appear in his skills, but if he did not take the initiative to mobilize this skill, he would not use his spiritual consciousness at all.

This is his ability planned by the system.

"You killed our family's disciple, and you still dare to wander around the street like this, should I praise your courage?" At the other end of the street, the caster walked over slowly, dressed in a very ordinary attire. , but the pattern on the neckline shows his identity.

It's the same as the few people who came to find fault last time.

And the strength of this person—Wan Jing mobilized his spiritual sense to perceive it, and it seemed that he was in the golden core stage.

Jin Dan, according to his foundation-building peak strength, he is not without the power to fight.

But, how should he fight?

Wan Jing didn't bother to listen to what the person on the opposite side was saying, thinking it was just those words, he couldn't play tricks.

He sent Qian Lin an emergency message and chatted secretly, then picked up his pen and rushed forward.

Yang Ming pointed!

Green mixed with black ink spewed out, the man didn't expect Wanjing to make such a quick move, he was startled, the attack was in front of him in an instant, coming straight for the front door, he had to raise his hand to block it, and waved his other hand A two-finger-thick whip covered with gleaming silver barbs.

Lunar finger.

After the blow was over, Wanjing immediately opened the distance, and the distance between the lunar fingers was indeed fixed. He failed to retreat to a safe distance, and was hit by the whip tail on his shoulder. There was a sharp pain, and he fell down. Flesh and blood were faintly visible on the thorn, and the blood that flowed out quickly soaked the surrounding clothes.

Fortunately, Dawanhuagu's clothes are mainly black and purple, and it doesn't look too obvious.

After he stood firmly, he pressed the wound on his shoulder and looked at the situation of the person opposite.

My heart sank.

His attack did not cause any damage.

"I thought you could be so powerful, but that's all. The attack just now seemed to have a bit of momentum, but this strength—are you tickling me?"

The damage he can cause with each blow has been bound within a certain range by the skill.

However, this is not a game, and the displayed damage values ​​do not mean that the damage can be superimposed by hitting a few more Yangming fingers.

He wanted to put a Fleur Bingdi, but just as he raised his hand, the tingling pain from his shoulder made his face turn a little pale.

The fixed action before each skill is also stipulated by the skill.

even--

Wanjing dodged the coming whip in embarrassment, but every time he barely avoided it, he was hit by the tail of the whip. The sharp barbs took off pieces of flesh and blood, and every time he ran, he felt pain that pierced his bones. .

He trembled, wanting to hold a needle for himself, but another blow hit his wrist firmly. Wanjing couldn't hold it back, he groaned, and the pen in his hand was also blown away. up.

Even without a weapon, he couldn't even release his skills.

"Since it hurts so much, why don't you go up there?" Pei Han leaned aside, "Don't you spoil him very much? Just don't let him suffer. Anyway, with your ability, protecting him for the rest of his life is not difficult."

Qian Lin stood on the other side, looking at Wan Jing covered in blood, feeling pain in her heart as if being stirred.

"Shut up." He said coldly.

"Do you have any last words to say?" The man slapped the whip on the ground again and again, kicking up countless dust, and at the same time the heavy beating sound was shocking, "If you said I am happy, maybe I can give you a good time."

Wan Jing clutched a wound on his abdomen, trying to stop the gushing blood.

Excessive blood loss made him feel a little tight in the chest, followed by gradually blurred vision.

The pen is not far away.

He moved his fingers, trying to reach out to pick them up, but felt a tingling pain in his wrist.

Qian Lin seemed to be able to condense the sword light very easily.

Chirin is really amazing.

Wan Jing tried hard to recall some past events, but felt that his memory was a little fuzzy.

Doesn't it mean that you can recall your life before you die?

When did he meet Qian Rin for the first time?

It was when he was in Su Qi's store, someone attacked Su Qi that day, the store was in chaos, he was about to be attacked, and then he was lifted up by Qian Lin, that's right, it was this time.

But is it really this time?

His memory was blurred again, and he couldn't remember clearly.

Why does it feel like an earlier, earlier, earlier time.

The strange voice of the man next to his ear also became blurred, as if it was roaring, coming from a long distance away.

Wan Jing blinked hard, trying to dispel the blur in front of him.

Yangming finger, isn't Yangming finger a single-target attack skill of Wanhua?

If so, the Yangming finger displayed with all the spiritual power must be very powerful.After all, each hit of the Yangming finger consumes very little spiritual power.

The superimposed power of many Yangming Fingers can be hit at the same time, so it can cause a certain amount of damage.

How to do that?

He forgot, and now he can't even pick up a pen.

"Huh? Are you dead?" The man saw Wanjing lying on the ground, motionless.

"It's not okay to die so easily. I haven't let you feel the pain before dying, so you died like this?" The man twitched his face, looking a little ferocious, "You better give Let me move, if I find out that you are pretending to be dead, then be careful of me—"

While talking, he stepped forward, raised his leg, and wanted to kick Wanjing.

On the other side, Qian Rin had already drawn out her sword, her expression was so cold that it was about to condense into ice scum.

Wanjing suddenly moved.

The man was overjoyed, and was about to swear a few times and whip a few times, when another green mixed with black air rushed towards him, he pulled out a sarcastic smile in disdain, and did not avoid it, standing there angrily With a calm look, it seems that he is appreciating the last struggle of his prey.

The group of air rushed to the front.

Then, it passed through his body and hit the wall behind, before dissipating.

Before the man could react, the expression on his face was still the same, but he became stiff. He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the hole in his chest that had gushed out blood.

Another blood spilled from his mouth.

"How...how could..."

Before he died, the emotions in his eyes were madness, unwillingness, and most of all, unbelievable.

How can it be!How could a foundation-building period break through his defenses!

Wan Jing coughed lightly a few times, bringing out a little blood.

Not only was the spiritual power in his body exhausted, but most of it was gone.

He propped up his body and sat on the ground. Green light spots began to slowly diffuse from his body, mixed with black air currents.

This is therapy.

He finally knew how to break through the limitations of skills.

The spiritual consciousness was released, covering the place after removing the illusion, not a street, but an empty space.

Qian Lin walked in front of him, frowning and inspecting his injury, with distressed eyes and some uneasiness.

Wanjing didn't have much spiritual power left, and the healing he could bring was only enough to barely stop the blood, but he was also absorbing the spiritual energy in the air and slowly recovering. Generally speaking, the situation was not good. It is particularly bad.

"How do you feel?" Qian Lin hesitated for a long time, and only asked this sentence.

He was afraid that Wanjing would blame him, so he didn't act in time.

Wan Jing looked at Qian Rin, the smile on his face was as relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"I'm going to retreat. Now, my cultivation base has reached the golden core stage, and I have figured out how to get rid of the limitations of my abilities. I think that during the retreat, I can feel my abilities better, which will be better. "

He was already at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and the spiritual power he absorbed after killing that person directly allowed him to enter the Golden Core stage.

"I'll accompany you."

"No, who would bring someone along during retreat," Wan Jing shook his head, and refused, "During my retreat, you have to take good care of Luo Bai and Pea Pao, and go elsewhere to mess with other things when you're free, okay? "

Staying alone in the vacant room Qian Lin expressionless: "...Okay."