Chapter 37 The first attempt at soul core failed
Opening his mouth and spitting out a golden mist, An Lan collapsed to the ground.
The water mist is actually blood mist, but it is completely energized by Qian Xunji's soul power, and looks like golden water mist.
"Are you OK?"
Qian Renxue looked nervous, and subconsciously ran over to help An Lan up, but she was worried that she would hurt someone if she couldn't do it.
"I'm fine."
With his head lying on the ground and his butt raised, An Lan looked at Qian Renxue with one eye and tried his best to smile.
"It feels very comfortable."
Father and daughter: "..."
At night, I was thinking about the reasons for my failure in my room. He roughly understood what the factors were for failure. The level difference between the two is too far. Another point, as Qian Xunji said, even if the nature of the soul power is similar, it is not the soul power of the same person.
"Unless it's a martial soul fusion skill..."
"Is it possible that I have to ask the other four people to help me in order to successfully condense the soul core? Or do I need to reach the soul saint level?"
"No! If I can control every ounce of soul power like an arm, even if the quantity is not enough, I should be able to condense a prototype!"
Usually, when a soul master does not use martial souls, soul rings, and soul bones, the soul power in his body becomes inert and not very obedient. Only after you reach a higher level can you habitually activate some soul power and release abilities similar to mental pressure to intimidate low-level soul masters.
It is difficult for low-level soul masters to directly mobilize soul power without using the three. Some people who study self-created soul skills can drive soul power across the three.
"How to practice soul control?"
"A soul power condensation created by others?"
Methods such as simulating certain objects and materializing them through soul power. An Lan tried it, and after working hard for more than ten minutes, he released a wave of air, which was referred to as fart.
So, climbing trees and treading water?
I fell down several times and turned into a drowned rat.
There is no other way. For the time being, I can only try it through possession of martial souls and using soul skills.
An Lan found a pile of white paper.
Although the white paper looked smooth and smooth, there were actually many gaps that could not be seen by the naked eye. He thought that maybe he could try to let the soul power penetrate through these gaps. If he could penetrate the paper without damaging it, he would The purpose of practicing soul power control can be achieved.
Chi la chi la...
The next day, Qian Renxue came looking and found someone buried in piles of paper scraps, like a small grave.
"What are you doing? Eating paper?"
"ah?"
After trying for most of the night, An Lan had just fallen asleep. He opened his eyes vaguely.
"It's Xiaoxue...wait for me for a few minutes."
After meditating for a moment, I regained some energy, hurriedly washed up, and walked out of the room with Qian Renxue.
In order to facilitate Qian Renxue, Qian Xunji had already asked An Lan to move out of Wuhun Academy and find a side hall to move into within the scope of the Enshrinement Hall. An Lan was very self-aware and never disturbed any of the offerings. When Qian Renxue wasn't looking for her, she would practice quietly, or stay in the great hall where the secret knowledge was stored in the Pope's Palace, trying her best to gain every benefit while Qian Xunji was still there.
Seeing that An Lan was injured yesterday, Qian Renxue didn't say what she wanted to play today, but just asked to follow her.
"What are you doing~"
However, she took An Lan directly to find two healing soul masters.
"Hmph, these are the people I found after asking my grandfather. They are the two people with the strongest healing abilities in our Wuhun Palace."
"I didn't expect Xiaoxue to care about me so much? It's really touching!" Qian Renxue's arms were covered with goosebumps. She was about to speak when she heard the second half of An Lan's sentence, and her eyebrows suddenly stood up.
"Don't worry, from now on, when I have food to eat, you will have the dishes to wash. When I have clothes to wear, you will have clothes to wash! I will never forget you!"
Thumbs up, front teeth flash!
Qian Renxue: "..." (╬￣俣)
Where's my sword!
Qian Daoliu personally commented that their healing abilities are outstanding, and their status in the auxiliary department of Wuhun Palace is not low. However, they did not dare to raise their eyes at the fight between the two, nor did they dare to speculate on Qian Ren. The identities of Xue and An Lan finished using their healing skills and left in a hurry.
While chasing and running, the two did not use martial arts or soul skills.
He ran out of the side hall and down to the worship hall. Approaching the street, Qian Renxue held up her legs and stopped panting, with a few strands of hair sticking to her forehead.
"You...you...stop."
Unexpectedly, An Lan actually stopped. She couldn't take a breath, and her chest hurt from holding it in.
"Jie Jie Jie, little Xue'er, it's ridiculous."
Running back, An Lan raised his finger and poked her chest to dissipate the depression. Qian Renxue let out a long breath and then grabbed An Lan's hand.
"Let me catch you! I let you wash the dishes, I let you do the laundry!"
She used her hands and feet together, and An Lan used her hands and feet to show off her skills. Qian Renxue had a stubborn temper and never gave up. Her energy was almost exhausted and she lay directly on the grass without any image. An Lan looked down at her and snorted to express her dissatisfaction.
"This is a new month's battle, and you lost again. So, are you ready?"
"Huh! If you have any conditions, I'm not afraid of you!"
"So confident, then I..."
As he rolled his eyes, he thought of a good idea.
"I want you to come to me to tie your hair every day for the next month! Hehehehe."
She felt a chill in her heart and was a little frightened. She didn't know what kind of hairstyle this guy wanted to give her. Thinking of himself showing off in the market with a strange hairstyle, I shuddered subconsciously.
Still speaking hard.
"Just prick me, how can I be afraid of you!"
When a boy ties a girl's hair, apart from father, daughter and siblings, it usually involves a very close relationship. Qianxunji and Qiandaoliu will not pay attention to these things. Qian Renxue is careless at the moment, but when a month passes and a habit is formed, the relationship between the two will be a big breakthrough.
Of course, An Lan wouldn't do a prank on purpose and get some weird hairstyle. Prepare carefully.
A neat high ponytail, a dignified palace bun, a gentle and lovely braid, and a noble Ji-style hairstyle.
Take it easy.
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Tang Yin added a second soul ring, a decent power system, the ant soul beast. The effect of the soul skill is also quite satisfactory, with an attack increase of 20%. However, it seems that because the first soul ring of the Dung Beetle's soul ring has undergone some changes, it can also affect the air flow to lock and suppress the attack target.
By concentrating soul power on the hammer, it can ignore 20% of the target's defense.
The last and most important point is that this increase rate can evolve as Tang Yin's level increases. Although it is not as exaggerated as the 10% increase rate for each soul ring in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it is still very good. Soul skills that can evolve are as rare as soul rings that can evolve.
Tang Yin guessed that his own martial soul, no, maybe the martial souls of his five others, all had a certain degree of mutation, but the external manifestations were not obvious. Zhou Xuefeng is the dominant representative. Ordinary Blue Silver Grass martial spirits rarely have innate soul power.
Although Yu Xiaogang's theory is not very good, the information he summarized based on the investigation results of Lan Dian and Wuhun Palace should be reliable. It is said that he has investigated hundreds of Blue Silver Grass Wuhuns, among which there are insufficient innate soul powers. One percent.
(End of chapter)