My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Lijiang Acropolis, Yongtongfang.

The sound of crackling cooking sounded in the small courtyard, and the tempting fragrance spread all over the courtyard.

Chen Mu hummed a little tune and put a plate of flavored bacon out of the pot.

It took five months, and finally the blue-eyed golden ape was practiced to the top.

"No wonder Jianghu people are so fascinated by the poison of Hualongdan, a poison that drinks poison and quenches thirst." Chen Mu sighed with emotion: "It's too difficult to practice shape art!"

Lowering his head and lifting his shirt, Chen Mu, with the satisfaction after all the hardships, looked complicatedly at the courage that wraps around his belly like a belt.

He glanced reluctantly again, then picked up the shovel and stirred the fine sand in another iron pot.

There are peanuts in the sand, and the hot fine sand will heat evenly and slowly into the peanuts.

The fried peanuts are evenly heated and crispy.

Chen Mu looked at the shovel in his hand and fell into contemplation.

"Courage... invulnerable."

Throwing the shovel, Chen Mu pointed it into a knife.

Thump it into the hot fine sand.

His hands, covered with jet-black force, could clearly feel the burning heat of the fine sand.

Turn around... turn around... I turn hard!

Take a look at it, white and tender!

"what!"

After frying the peanuts, Chen Mu sat down a few short distances under the wooden shed.

"We don't need a shovel for cooking in the future, and we don't need a rack for grilling."

"Old man Jie probably won't be able to eat it."

"Cleanliness wants money!"

"It's a pity that I'm not here. I haven't seen you for a long time. I still miss this old man."

Chen Mu happily stuffed a piece of spicy and delicious bacon into his mouth.

Pick up the special milk tea next to it, and take a sip.

"Cool!"

...

Jinghong Gang ship.

"What conspiracy is sincerity doing?" Zuo Sheng was puzzled.

In the past, sincerity came to make trouble every day, sometimes twice a day.

He started to kill and destroyed the Jinghong ship by the way, and then quickly disappeared.

But for five days in a row, there was no movement at all.

The more this is the case, the more Zuo Sheng feels terrified, for fear that sincerity will suddenly come to him.

"Give up?" Jin Wuduan frowned.

"He can live in the remote Taoist temple in Qingshan County, secretly practice armor without showing any publicity, such a forbearance, will he really give up?" Zuo Sheng hesitated.

The strength of sincerity armored soul, holding the magic weapon, is on par with his master. It really shocked Zuo Sheng.

Jin Wuduan didn't know why, but he couldn't help but feel relieved: "This is actually more beneficial to us."

"When Miss Seven returns, he won't be afraid even if he appears again."

Jin Wuduan's heart suddenly moved. This sincerity should not give up that Daotong directly and find Qian Ji Ling by himself?

"The scattered people recruited in the past few days, quietly check their identities." Jin Wuduan's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly said.

"Will sincerity lurk into the gang?" Zuo Sheng couldn't help but be surprised.

The more Jin Wuduan thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

Hiding in the Jinghong Gang, waiting for an opportunity to detect the location of Daotong, and grab it when there is a chance.

If you can't grab it, you can mix in the crowd and go north together to find Qian Ji Ling.

"Enough forbearance!" Jin Wuduan couldn't help but admire, turning his head to look at Zuo Sheng and sighing, "Qingshan County is really a treasure."

Zuo Sheng's mouth twitched. I thought of a cheap senior brother.

Truly a treasure.

The ones who came out were so ruthless!

...

"Lao Zhuo didn't trouble you recently, did he?" Jin Wuduan looked at Zuo Sheng meaningfully.

"Zhuo Rufeng's disappearance really has nothing to do with me." Zuo Sheng was helpless.

He really did not deal with the Zhuo family.

But it won't kill Zhuo Rufeng. Because it does more harm than good.

"Well, be honest recently, practice a lot, and become an armored soul as soon as possible, wait for the opportunity." Jin Wu said decisively.

"As we practice martial arts, we must learn to restrain ourselves. We must not abuse force until the time of crisis. What if one day we meet someone who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger's stubble?"

"Learn to use your mind." Jin Wuduan ardently taught.

This apprentice of his own is very talented, and his cultivation is also very hard, so he can completely inherit his own mantle.

It's just too violent. Get started without saying a word. It's a real headache.

But after all, he was his own closed disciple, so he could only take the trouble to give it to him.

Zuo Sheng: "..." What do you mean?

"Even if you really want to do it, you have to be careful."

"Because of the credit for finding the Daotong, Lin Qu's matter is over."

"That Zhang Ye is slick, but it's still useful. It takes so much effort to push him up, so it has to be used."

"As for Lao Zhuo, I will try to mediate. The big deal is to give him the position of the leader of the gang."

"Anyway, he has more than one son."

Zuo Sheng: "..."

Lin really? Zhuo Rufeng?

It's really none of my business!

...

After walking around the Lijiang Acropolis for five consecutive days, eating all kinds of snacks and delicacies, Chen Mu returned home with no end in sight, and turned on the retreat mode again.

"It's a pity it's a small town, and the food is just like that."

"It would be nice if there was another snack like Lao Qi's pie."

"It's okay to have the level of 18 kinds of cakes in Xinyuan Teahouse."

Chen Mu smacked his mouth and drank the milk tea in the cup.

"Continue to practice the shape art."

The blue-eyed golden ape is worthy of high-end shape training. The intention of the gods is more complete and clear, and the area of ​​the soul that has been trained is larger. But a belt is too far from the whole body.

"Practice the black tiger and the white ape to see if you can speed up the accumulation of courage."

He wants to practice armor as soon as possible.

Jiejia said that the armor can restrain the ghost monster.

Living in this evil world, Chen Mu almost felt safe. Practice the armor as soon as possible, and feel at ease as soon as possible.

He took out the white ape to practice shape art from the five-ghost bag, and Chen Mu browsed again.

He had thought about it several times before, and he already knew the breathing changes and posture exercises.

Just look again to confirm.

"Sure enough, it's a little spicy chicken." Chen Mu was a little disgusted.

There are only eighteen variations of the breathing method during the Yi Jin stage.

There are a lot of movements, there are thirty-six. Everyone opened and closed, and it took a lot of effort.

"This is the gap." Many of the blue-eyed golden apes are statically guided, and it is enough to tremble their muscles slightly.

"The principle of transformation is more dependent on physical strength training." Chen Mu realized the difference between high-end and low-end shape training.

Putting away the book, Chen Mu opened the rack for training.

Two kinds of training techniques are completed. He is very clear about adjusting breathing and controlling muscles.

Three attempts to enter the state.

Dense insights flooded into my mind.

Switching between breathing lengths, probing hands to exert force, and jumping before stepping, the secrets of White Ape's shape training are at a glance.

After a long while, Chen Mu stopped and called out the gray wall.

A brand new entry appeared at the bottom.

White Ape Shape Training: 136/10000/second-order;

Chen Mu: "..."

"Sure enough, it's a little spicy chicken."

As soon as you get started, it's easy to get started!

Feeling the state of the body, only the muscles of both arms are slightly hot, and there are signs of transformation.

The strength increased slightly, and the explosive power of the arms increased slightly.

This shows that the muscles involved in the white ape shape training have long been covered by the first two shapes.

"Tsk..."

"The idea of ​​stacking armor is broken."

Before, he wanted to keep accumulating shape-practice techniques, making himself a devil muscle man.

"Sure enough, people have limits."

Chen Mu shook his head: "However, if the armor cannot be stacked, the courage can still be stacked."

Relying on one form of practice alone, I don't know how long it will last.

It's just that the white ape's shape training is too bad, and Chen Mu is a little worried about its strength.

"The white ape practice is like this, and the black tiger practice..."

Chen Mu remembered the power of the fat soy bean on the bottom of his foot.

"Don't be the three brothers on the street."