There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 259: Bet on life (make up 7/49)
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Fifty percent...
Sixty percent... Seventy percent...
80%...
In the end, when the Yin Qi in the ghost jade has 20% of the space left, the Yin Qi cannot be compressed anymore.
Fang Zheng frowned.
Then quickly let go.
This is something he expected.
After all, when he was in "The Seventh Level of Nine Suns Magical Art", the yin qi in the space of the ghost jade was only suppressed to 50%.
Furthermore, Fang Zheng also noticed that the harder he compressed the space for yin qi activity, the more condensed yin qi was, and the more tenacious and strong his resistance. He estimated that the last 20% of the space might not be as easy as before.
In the bedroom at home, Fang Zheng rubs his chin. He is calculating his gains and losses. Should he continue to play "Nine Sun God Gang"?
If you continue to deduce, if "Nine Suns God Gang (II)" is still divided into twelve levels, and each level needs at least two ordinary runes, it is equivalent to the total cost of training to the twelfth level 24 An ordinary rune.
But the ghost knows, does "Nine Suns God Gang (II)" have any higher requirements for physical fitness?
Finally, Founder decided to practice "Xiantian Gong" first.
Not only can save a lot of precious runes.
You can also deal with the immediate crisis first.
"Xiantian Gonggong" is known as the source of martial arts in the world, and can cultivate innate true energy. Even if it reaches the highest level of profound meaning, it can give birth to the illusory innate power. Anyway, the martial arts secrets are so wickedly introduced.
Innate anger, thinking about it makes people's heart fascinating.
Other inner strength and mental methods are practiced with acquired true qi.
Fangzheng quickly made a decision.
Next, Fang Zheng, who had already practiced "Nine Sun God Gang", turned to practice "Xiantian Gong".
This practice is again dim, day and night.
Fangzheng’s daily activity routes are fixed homes, nurseries, and university towns.
Three o'clock and one line, thunder can't move.
……
As the weather gradually warms up, the number of rainy days has gradually increased, especially nowadays, the showers that stop now can bring a trace of coolness to people, and when they sweep away some of the sultry heat, they also bring inconvenience to travel.
Night,
It is raining in the sky, and the dark clouds cover the sky so that you can't see the stars and the moon. The sky and the earth are extremely dark.
This is the urban-rural junction,
At half past nine in the evening, the last departure of the city bus.
This is an old bus station plastered with psoriasis advertisements and slightly yellowed under the street lights. Outside the bus station is a rainy and rainy day.
A slightly blessed middle-aged man hurried into the bus stop to take shelter from the rain. He still murmured and cursed a few words about this **** rainy day. If it rains, it will fall.
After the middle-aged man ran into the bus station, he found that there were already a dozen people here.
Some people are hiding from the rain just like him, and some people are waiting for the last bus.
"One person does not enter the temple, the two do not observe the well, the three do not hold the tree, and sit alone and do not lean on the railing."
A hoarse man's voice that seemed to be leaking, suddenly said to the middle-aged man who was sheltering from the rain at the bus stop.
The figure is thin, his whole body is wrapped in a black windbreaker, and even his head is covered under the hat of the windbreaker. The whole person looks a little hazy, half in the shadow that the street light can't illuminate, seems to be standing Talking to a middle-aged man in the dark shadow.
"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man looked at the weird person in front of him.
Well, the weird man who couldn't see his face in the shadows threw a coin and quickly covered it with his palms. It was a pair of scarred palms.
"Guess what, is it a word or a picture?" said the man under the trench coat.
"Sick." The middle-aged man hides away.
"Guess, is it a word or a picture?" However, the man in the trench coat stretched out the palm of his hands from the dark shadow, letting the middle-aged man guess.
After avoiding this a few times, the middle-aged man finally got bored, and after a random guess, he wanted to leave as soon as possible: "Picture."
When the palm is opened, it is a word.
This is a Qing copper coin.
On one side of the copper coin, the words "Dai Qing Copper Coin" are embedded impressively.
"You lost." The man under the windbreaker still speaks like an air leak. When you say that you have lost three words, there seems to be a weird tone in his voice.
"Do you want to transfer? Breathe at it, maybe this time when you are running, you will have a chance to win." The man under the windbreaker threw the big Qing copper coin again, put his right hand on the back of his left hand, and continued to let Middle-aged man guesses.
Huh!
"This time...I want to choose a word."
The middle-aged man breathed a breath at the Qing copper coin under his palm, and hesitated.
Then opened the palm of the hand, and the result was the back, and the center of the money back was a flat dragon.
"You have lost again." The man under the trench coat said that his voice became more and more weird.
"Take another breath, maybe you can really win the transfer this time."
"I don't believe it anymore. People will be unlucky three times in a row. This time I, I...I still choose the word, no, I want to choose the picture!" The middle-aged man seemed to be stunned, like a loser. The gambler squinted, after blowing a breath at the coin, stared at the scarred hands.
The people around were very strange. They didn't seem to notice the two people who were guessing the coin in front of them. They were still chatting to themselves or waiting for the bus alone. They didn't see the middle-aged man being weird.
It's as if the two people in front of me are isolated from this world.
However, when the man under the windbreaker opened his palm for the third time, he drew out the words "Daqing Copper Coin" this time.
"You lost again."
The voice of the man under the windbreaker began to have a gloating tone.
But the middle-aged man seems to have not noticed the weirdness in front of him. He is really like a gambler who loses his eyes. This time he actually took the initiative to say: "Come again!!"
Huh.
He breathed out again at the Qing copper coin.
"You lost again."
"You lost again."
……
Repeated again and again, the middle-aged man guessed the picture and then produced the word, guessed the word to produce the picture, the middle-aged man was like a demon, he kept betting and losing, and the whole person had lost his eyes.
Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, and people fight for a breath.
His qi vented more and more, even he didn’t notice. His face became paler and paler. As he exhaled against the copper coins, his yang qi became weaker and weaker, and his face was so ugly that it was no longer a normal person. Bloody.
"Come here again!! I must win today!!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his eyes are bloodshot, and he looks more and more like a red-eyed gambler.
However, after the forty-six bets, the man under the windbreaker no longer throws out copper coins. Instead, he has a strange tone and smiles evilly: "No, you have no bets, and your life span has been lost. "
At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to wake up from his dream, his face pale, and he stood still in a daze.
Then, I saw him turning around, walking down the bus stop with a dull face...Boom!
A bus that just drove into the bus stop, the driver had no time to brake, and had already knocked the middle-aged man down and rolled it under the wheel, and was crushed directly into blood and blood.
Until then, a dozen people on the bus station seemed to finally be able to see the **** middle-aged man again, suddenly screaming and rioting in panic.
……
A few days later.
During the day.
As Founder opened up his resources for cultivation, his speed of entry has increased day by day. During the day and night, he is immersed in the practice of "Xiantian Gong".
Because there are no physical limitations, he doesn't need to be distracted anymore.
"The Third Layer of Xiantian Gonggong",
"The fourth layer of Xiantian Gonggong"......
The price of the rapid entry is the sharp reduction of human skin scripture deposits, and four bowls of blood-tonicing medicine every day for the huge amount of vitality needed for cultivation, which is another very huge expenditure.
Strengthening the Cheats technique does not consume a lot of runes, but it is the cultivation resources that really account for the bulk of the rune consumption.
Today, it has been fifteen days since the last time the Ghost Head Sword was strengthened. In these short fifteen days, the expenditure of the blood-tonifying drug alone consumed sixty runes. When "Xianxiangong" reached the fifth level, Fang Zheng's deposit was stretched again.
Originally, he had fifty-one ordinary runes. In the past half month, he used to strengthen the ghost sword, strengthen the cheats, and strengthen the blood replenishing medicine. Add them together before and after, and consume them quickly in half a month. There are eighty-three runes.
Being immersed in painstaking practice, getting into the territory too quickly can also cause distress.
It means that the resource consumption for cultivation is too great.
Even in these fifteen days, he can squash two to three ordinary runes every night in the university city, but after adding and subtracting, now all his possessions are left with only five ordinary runes. .
And four special runes shiny and green.
However, there is a high return with a high investment.
Fang Zheng was surprised by his ability to heal injuries and self-healing as he practiced "Xiantian Gong". His group in Southeast Asia, the severely injured right hand wound due to excessive force has been completely healed, leaving no scars.
This is a miracle that broke the medical world.
"Xiantian Gonggong" is a secret book created by integrating Taoist Qi cultivation techniques. It eliminates all diseases, regulates deficiency and solidity, and reconciles Yin and Yang... Maybe not good at fighting, but in the aspects of nourishing Qi, regenerating and nourishing the vital energy of life , But has its own uniqueness.
The more Fang Zheng cultivates to the later stage, the more he can realize the changes brought to his body by "Xiantian Gong".
Ears and eyes are clear, and the five senses are more acute.
It seems to be a miraculous effect of some genetic evolution! !
When Fang Zheng finished his day practice, he picked up his mobile phone and exited the airplane mode, and found that there were more than 30 missed calls in the mobile phone.
They are all from the same number, Sun Yushu, a forensic doctor who has not been contacted for a long time.
There were more than 30 missed calls. It seemed that there was something very urgent. Fang Zheng called back, and the call was quickly connected. Before he could speak, Sun Yushu was already anxious and said, "Is it Brother Fang?"
Fang Zheng gave a hum.
Sun Yushu quickly said: "Brother Fang, I don’t know if you have heard a saying,'One person does not enter the temple, two people do not watch the well, three people do not hold the tree, sit alone and do not lean on the railing'?"
"My college mentor, it is very likely that... the same supernatural event happened as I did two months ago. Recently, my college mentor, a colleague who worked in prison when he was young, died one after another in the past few days..."