Chapter 14 14. The time has come
[You invest a hundred years to continue to understand "The Art of Evil Arrow".
This time, you aim to 'improve the range and improve the accuracy'.
In the seventy-fifth year, you comprehended the "Shanu Technique"
This technique cannot mutate for the third time, and the remaining twenty-five years are returned]
[You have devoted two hundred years to continue to understand the "Evil Arrow Art".
This time, you aim to ‘increase power’.
In the ninety-ninth year, you understood "The Art of Evil Gun".
You spent another twenty years of effort to integrate the "Evil Needle Technique", "Evil Crossbow Technique", and "Evil Gun Technique".
You have understood "Heavy Rain".
The mutation of this spell has reached perfection, and there is no longer any possibility of further mutation, and the remaining eighty-one years have been returned]
After the spell practice is completed, there is no possibility of improvement.
Song Yan continued to improve his level.
[You have spent a hundred years practicing the complete version of "Xuanqi Guidance Technique".
In the forty-fifth year, you successfully cultivated 900 strands of evil spirits, which merged into nine springs. Together with the previous spring, they flowed into the ten meridians in the body.
Your body's strength has increased again, and your perceptions have also improved to a certain extent.
You have entered the second level of Lianxuan.
Due to the lack of follow-up skills, the remaining fifty-five years of life will be returned]
Song Yan tried to hide the Shiquan Shaxuan with the "Condensing Sha Controlling Xuan Technique" and succeeded.
He glanced at the panel again: [Shouyuan: 17/3469].
'There is no more magic left, the skills and spiritual roots seem to be okay'
'Try again. ’
The young man is full of patience.
In this dangerous world, he is always tireless in improving his strength.
[You have spent a hundred years deducing and practicing the "Xuanqi Guidance Technique".
No matter how you try, you always find that your body is full of evil spirits.
You have a vague feeling that you may need some kind of external medication, but you don’t have this medication.
As for the techniques, the "Xuanqi Guidance Method" seems to be the best technique for practicing Xuanqi with inferior Xuangen.
A hundred years have passed and you have gained nothing]
[You have spent a hundred years deducing the ‘inferior ghost mysterious root’.
You are lying on a lonely cliff, but ghosts can no longer enter or exit your body.
You have a vague feeling that improving your profound roots is not easier than making something out of nothing, but this time you don’t have luck, you need some kind of opportunity.
A hundred years have passed and you have gained nothing]
‘Have you gained nothing? Sure enough it's not that easy. ’
Song Yan was thinking secretly in his heart.
This was his first full use of the panel.
Soon, he summed up some rules, or experience:
First, his longevity deduction panel cannot create something out of thin air. It is impossible to conjure a drug when there is no drug. It can be deduced that as long as he prepares the medicine, he can probably practice by "directly consuming the medicine". In the same way, he can also take advantage of the environment. Different environments are also different for cultivation. His "inferior ghost spirit root" was created because of the fishy mist on the cliff of the leather-working room.
Second, the spell itself also has an upper limit of potential, and it is impossible to mutate infinitely. Moreover, the time required for each mutation will increase significantly. The increase currently seems to be an additional half of the first enlightenment time. If you want to achieve perfect mutation, you need to complete all mutations at the same level and fuse them, and this takes far longer than the time to practice the spell itself.
In other words, it is far easier to practice ready-made spells than to comprehend them yourself.
As for the remaining 3,269 years of life, Song Yan was not surprised.
After all, he practiced low-level skills, and the total time he spent on it was more than six hundred years, which was already outrageous. Of course, this included two hundred years of useless work.
After completely digesting the power, Song Yan finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He opened his eyes and saw that the hazy red mist outside the house had become much clearer. The distorted mist had many more lines, as if a mentally disturbed painter was painting with blood on the black curtain. With a messy sketch;
He listened attentively, and there was a scene outside the house. The sounds that had been almost muted by isolation entered his ears again, the sound of wind, the sound of leaves in the forest at the bottom of the cliff, the terrifying whistling of skinned ghosts in the air, and the crisp rolling sound of a small stone on the cliff. , he could even hear the slight conversation between the two people in the hanging room next door.
It could be called the sound of conversation, but in fact there was no conversation at all.
Just some indescribable hums.
This is the only time the handymen can escape.
After he finished humming, the female handyman in the next room asked: "When will you do that thing you mentioned?"
Following that, the male handyman said: " Just two more days.”
The female handyman said: "I have saved 10 contribution points, and you also have 10 points. Go and ask Mr. Zhang, the person who teaches the exercises, if you can let us go if you give him all 20 points. 20 points are not enough. We can still survive. As long as we can be freed from Open, no matter what." The male handyman sighed: "I'm afraid it won't work."
The female handyman said: "If this doesn't work, then what should I do?"
Then she started to complain.
The voice gradually became quieter, because this is an unsolvable problem.
Who among the handymen doesn’t want to run away?
But how to run away?
Song Yan looked at the direction of the bed.
Miss Qiu, who could only see an outline at first, became clearer as his perception became stronger.
It was late spring at this time. The little lady was only covered with a thin quilt, her chest was swollen, and her long legs were only exposed at the base of the snow-white legs with the red rope of the silk pocket, which was very hot. , but her eyebrows were frowning, as if she was having a nightmare.
A day ago, Song Yan was so scared, but now, he suddenly found that he could sleep well.
Because, even though he was in a dream, his sensory alertness exceeded that of a waking mortal.
He yawned, leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Time began to speed up again, and the leatherworking room became Song Yan's comfort zone.
In the blink of an eye, another two months have passed.
Wang Susu's group of people ushered in the test.
The testing process is secretive.
But out of the six people who entered, only three passed successfully, and Wang Susu was one of them.
At this moment, the rather charming woman seemed to have been reborn, her whole body was glowing with energy, and she left the tanning room with her head held high.
As for Song Yan, she had long forgotten it.
There is no love, no hatred, and no idea of showing off, just a passerby.
Of course, if the women in Song Yan’s room changed one after another, then Wang Susu might still go up to say hello and say something like, “Junior brother, I’ll wait for you at the main peak of Shadow Puppet Peak.” , to form a good relationship.
However, the little lady Qiu Lianyue has been living well since she entered Song Yan's house. During this period, Song Yan also spent his contribution points to buy a lot of strengthening pills for the little lady.
Wang Susu felt that this behavior was really ridiculous.
When Song Yan was able to survive in her hands, she thought the young man was a bit unworthy, so she gave him the information in time to calm her resentment, but now it seems that she is overthinking.
When someone goes, someone comes.
Among those who went there, far more died than those who became formal disciples.
The newcomers who come are performing reincarnation again.
Two months later
The man in Qi Yao's house died of weakness, and the woman in the house of another "qualified person" named Xu Changjun also disappeared.
These two people with the same qualifications lived together.
Nightfall
Qi Yao and Xu Changjun did not roll onto the bed, but sat upright and looked at each other.
Qi Yao sighed softly, Shuixing's tears flashed, and she said with sadness: "Senior brother is dead, he died to protect me."
Xu Changjun said solemnly: "In order to destroy In this puppet palace, all sacrifices are worth it.”
Qi Yao pursed her lips and took a deep breath.
Xu Changjun said: "In one month, junior sister, you show your strength and pass the test."
Qi Yao was stunned and asked: "What about you, senior brother Xu?"
< br>Xu Changjun smiled lightly and said: "There needs to be people everywhere. I'll stay here to find out the news. I'll stay here, hide my strength, and hide in this leather-making room." Qi Yao thought for a moment and said, "That's right, senior brother has already broken through to the first level of Lianxuan. , and possessing the "Qi Condensation Technique", he can hide himself."
Xu Changjun showed a charming smile, shook his finger and said: "No, junior sister, I have reached the second level of Lianxuan."
"Good man, good man, please replenish me, please replenish me more"< br>
“Good man, hurry up, please.”
“That’s it, that’s it.”
Seeing that there is still one month left before the deadline, Qiu Lian Yue was extremely nervous.
Especially when she realized that she was still healthy, she almost went crazy.
Her health means that Song Yan takes less supplements from her.
If you take less supplements, you will be less likely to pass the test.
If Song Yan cannot pass the test and become an official disciple, then she will never get ahead.
Song Yan is a good person, she knows it.
Therefore, at this time, Miss Qiu was like a crazy female leopard, constantly making "excessive demands" to "be harvested".
Time passes slowly.
One month has passed again.
The time has come to test the results of cultivation.
(End of this chapter)