Chapter 77 True energy, enchantment attack (second update!)
The palace of thinking!
Qin Shi's eyes were empty, as if he was in a trance, entering another state of unconsciousness.
Originally, the loading scene of the consciousness space was very limited, and there was even a lack of computing power, causing passersby to become mosaic.
Now the consciousness space constructed is like a real world several feet square.
During the Qin Dynasty, he tried to project more than a dozen people including Lin Yunqing, Lao Liang, and Cheng Ze.
As a result, everyone is lifelike, even their expressions are vivid.
"It has evolved from a reskinned web game to a AAA masterpiece."
Qin Shi poked Lin Yunqing's face with his finger.
Hey, it actually has a soft touch.
I pinched it again and it was indeed very white and tender.
"The details are outrageous. Everything I have ever felt can be recreated."
Suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and slapped Lin Yunqing's "model" away.
Then he concentrated his mental power extremely hard and tried to construct the bottle of fourth-level energy liquid.
Sealed iron can, dark blue liquid, the trademark of United Pharmaceutical...
In just ten seconds, the real object has been generated.
Qin Shi couldn't help but feel excited as he held the bottle of floating level four energy liquid.
Don't tell me!
I found the BUG of unlimited potions!
Gudonggudong!
He raised his head and drank it all in one breath.
He immediately frowned and his face fell.
"Why does it smell like orange soda?"
Coke, herbal tea, beer...
Qin Shi tried several more times, but still failed, and thought:
"Is it because I don't understand the manufacturing process and the proportion of ingredients? So I can only 'create' the shape, but cannot achieve the effect? According to this, don't I have to take a doctorate in medicine?"
I am already a sports student and a martial artist, but I still have to study and write test papers?
"The palace of thinking has indeed reached a higher level. I seem to be more detached and calm here, and my thoughts are running faster. If I devote myself to practicing Qigong at this time, I should be able to get twice the result with half the effort."
Qin Shi did what he thought of, randomly selected a sandbag to be beaten, and began to improve his proficiency in Fengquan style.
Sure enough, standing in the palace of thinking, he consciously felt ethereal in body and mind.
Every time the breath circulates, the breath rises and falls, the muscles oscillate, and the rhythm of each other is extremely harmonious.
It's like the body and mind have been unified!
"In this state of practice, it's as if there is divine help!"
Qin Shi became excited and performed the wind roar style over and over again. The sharp whistle roared like a fierce bird screaming across the sky.
The air flow was tumbling, like huge white waves, and under the bombardment of the fist, it shot rapidly in all directions, with extremely terrifying momentum!
Flesh and blood bodies are involved, and their hands and feet will be cut off in an instant.
The old martial arts fighting method breaks through level 5!
The old martial arts fighting method breaks through level 6!
The old martial arts fighting method breaks through level 7...
The unimaginable training efficiency and speed of progress shocked Qin Shi.
He felt that the Hall of Thought was like some kind of blessed place with double experience.
Let your play style skyrocket.
"Is this the perfect state of unity of body and mind? It's like the 'flow' I used to have when doing exams. My brain works well and it moves fast."
In the data-based feedback, the proficiency in playing style is like a once-in-a-century bull market with all-round success.
Directly penetrate 3,000 points and rush to 7,000!
"Why did I come up with such strange and whimsical thoughts?"
Qin Shi couldn't help but tremble, feeling that it would be more unreliable to prove to be the God of War than if he had ascended from the same spot.
I don’t know how long it has been, but the old martial arts method was upgraded to level 10 in one go, and then the words twisted and squirmed, transforming into "Zhenyuan Yiqi".
"After level ten, will you transform?"
Qin Shi was not surprised. He had a vague feeling when he insisted on practicing his fighting skills before.
These seemingly sparse basic contents can make great progress as long as they are constantly tempered and integrated into oneself.
"Zhenyuan Yiqi is to use the life seeds in the body to release 'energy' that is completely different from fist attacks, so that martial arts moves contain more terrifying power."
After several trials, Qin Shi quickly understood that the magical effect of Zhenyuan Qi lies in exerting the full effect of the fighting method, which is equivalent to adding a layer of attribute damage.
"I met a martial arts student from the military martial arts department in the virtual battle room of Qiguang Hengda University. He was practicing the 'Tiger Fist.' It is difficult for Liu to make the final decision, and he is always counterattacked in the end." He manipulated his true energy, sometimes condensing it into a sharp cone, sometimes turning it into a heavy hammer, and struck out with each punch and kick.
The air waves rumbled and were pushed away, and the heavy force created huge wind pressure, almost sweeping out a vacuum area.
He projected the naked man in boxer shorts again, and then imitated Lao Liang to kill with one finger. The wind fist style combined with the true energy actually tore the air directly, as if a penetrating beam was shot from the fingertips, flying across several meters like lightning. Far away, it gradually dissipated.
"When Lao Liang saw it, he would probably be shocked again. Genius is so unpretentious and always making progress."
Qin Shi was satisfied, and finally he chose to project himself on Lao Liang, recalling the terrifying killing moves he faced in the dormitory to see if he could avoid them.
laugh!
A black eye!
Qin Shi had his head pierced without any suspense and exited the upgraded thinking palace.
"The vitality has exceeded blackjack, and you can choose the next victim of the new martial arts sect."
He put on his sports shorts and left home, intending to have some breakfast.
Nowadays, there are less troublesome gangsters, and Old Factory Street has returned to peace again.
At least there is no more noise from excavators and drills at night.
Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!
"Brother Ze, Brother Ze, what big thing are you going to do?"
Qin Shi bought some bacon pancakes and ate them while walking towards the bus stop.
……
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"Brother, yes, yes, yes... I know I was wrong. I will try my best to make up for it and ensure Ajie's safety."
In the presidential suite of the Black Flame Hotel, Qin Lihao held the microphone and his tone was extremely respectful, without his usual arrogance.
As we all know, the backbone of the Qin family in Yancheng is Qin Renying, the village chief, and Qin Yixiong, the top leader of the Yuhai Group.
For his eldest brother and second brother, Qin Lihao was in awe from the bottom of his heart and did not dare to make any mistakes.
"Ajie hasn't found it yet. There are too many places to hide people in Jiuchang Street. What? Brother, they are so big! Those things will consume the 'ancestral property' left by the Qin family!"
Qin Lihao suppressed the anger in his chest and said in a hoarse voice.
Minerals, load fluids, high-energy batteries... In the pioneering era, these things could be called military supplies!
Not only is it expensive, but more importantly, the purchasing channels are very narrow. You can only apply for allocation to the upper-level officials through formal procedures.
As a pioneering family, the Qin family does enjoy part of the legacy of their ancestors, which means they have quite high-authority purchasing qualifications.
Theoretically speaking, as long as the Qin family is willing to lose all their wealth, it is not a problem to assemble a "military-level" magical machine.
A deep and steady voice came from the other end of the microphone:
"Don't be so angry, Ah Hao. Just agree to whatever they want. Those who dare to reach for the Qin family's purse can only be bold masters who want money rather than their lives. Their lives are not valuable, but The lives of the Qin family are very valuable.”
The deep and steady man's voice paused for a moment. Someone seemed to be reporting the situation next to him. After a few minutes, he continued:
"If the things are given out, as long as they cannot leave an acre of land in Hengzhou, they must be returned to the hands of the Qin family. Ensure Ajie's safety. In addition, I have already informed the inspection department about the batch of goods at your dock. When the time comes, ask the director to write a note and take it to transport the things out.
Remember, if Ajie suffers a little, it should be used as a test to hone his character. If he has a broken arm and a missing leg, I can put on a better one for him. But if that thing is messed up, Ahao, my father and I will be very disappointed in you. ”
Hearing the last sentence, Qin Lihao's expression changed slightly. His tall figure, which was bulging out of his large suit, suddenly seemed to be several heads shorter, and he no longer had that domineering and overbearing aura.
He now attributes everything to his eldest brother's help. Without Qin Renying, who is the village chief, there would be no Qin Yixiong's Yuhai Fisheries, Qin Lihao's Yuhai Pharmaceuticals and Yuhai City Construction.
"I understand, brother."
The microphone was put down and picked up again.
Qin Lihao dialed the number left by the kidnapper:
"Five bottles of minerals, a set of load fluid, and ten units of high-energy batteries. Give me one day to prepare the 'ransom' and then trade."
"Okay. Wait for our news and let us know the location and exact time of the transaction."
The person on the other end simply hung up, as if he was worried about being followed.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Lihao called Jiang Hao, who was following him:
"Is there any movement over Aze? Okay, keep looking at him."
After doing all this, Qin Lihao's face calmed down in a rare way, and the manic factor caused by years of injections and medication was firmly locked in his body.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the busy traffic in the metropolitan area:
"You bastards, you must never let me catch you!"
(End of chapter)