Chapter 14 14. Time has come [You invest a hundred years to continue to understand "The Art of Evil Arrow". This time, you aim to ‘improve range and improve accuracy’. In the seventy-fifth year, you comprehended the "Shanu Technique" This spell cannot mutate for the third time, and the remaining twenty-five years will be 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 "Evil Gun Art". 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 will be 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, and the previous spring 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 stepped into 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 use the "Condensing Evil Control Mystic Technique" to hide the Shiquan Evil Mystery, and succeeded. He glanced at the panel again: [Shouyuan: 17/3469]. ‘There is nothing more to be done with the magic, 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 any. 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 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 vaguely feel that improving your profound roots is not easier than making something out of nothing, but this time you don't have random luck, you need some kind of opportunity. A hundred years have passed and you have gained nothing] ‘Nothing to gain? 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 be created out of nothing. It is impossible to create drugs when there are no drugs. It can be deduced that as long as he prepares the drugs, he can probably directly consume them completely. Practice. 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 on its potential and cannot 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 was practicing 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 skills. After completely digesting the power, Song Yan finally let out a long sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and saw that the originally hazy red mist outside the house had become much clearer. The distorted mist had many more lines, as if a mentally disturbed painter was sketching messily with blood on the black curtain; He listened carefully, and the sounds outside the house that had been almost isolated and muted 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 skinny ghosts in the air, a small stone on the cliff He could actually hear the crisp rolling sound of children, and even 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 grunts. This is the only time the handymen can escape. After finishing humming, the female servant in the next room asked: "When will you do that thing you mentioned?" Immediately afterwards, the male handyman said: "It will take another two 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 allowed to leave, anything will be fine.” The male handyman sighed: "I'm afraid it won't work." The female handyman said: "This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what should I do?" Then she started complaining. 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?
Song Yan looked in the direction of the bed. The outline of Miss Qiu, who could only be seen at first, became clearer as his perception became stronger. It was the end of spring, and the young lady was only covered with a thin quilt. Her chest was swollen, and her long legs only showed the red string of the silk bag at the base of her snow-white legs. She was very hot, but her eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if she was having a nightmare. A day ago, Song Yan was also so panicked, but now. He suddenly found that he could sleep well. Because, even if he was in a dream, his perception and alertness had exceeded that of a mortal who was awake. He yawned, leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Time began to speed up again, and the leather workshop became Song Yan's comfort zone. Two months passed in a blink of an eye. Wang Susu's group ushered in the test. The test process was secretive. But among the six people who entered, only three successfully passed, and Wang Susu was one of them. At this moment, the charming woman seemed to have been reborn, and her whole body was full of spirit. She held her head high and left the leather workshop. As for Song Yan, she had long forgotten him. There is no love, no hatred, and no idea of showing off. She is just a passerby. Of course, if the women in Song Yan's room changed one after another, Wang Susu would definitely go up to say hello and say something like "Junior brother, I'll wait for you at the main peak of the Shadow Play Peak" to make a good relationship. However, since the young lady Qiu Lianyue entered Song Yan's room, she has been living well. During this period, Song Yan also wasted his contribution points to buy a lot of Guben Ginseng Pills for the young lady. Wang Susu just felt that this behavior was really ridiculous. At the beginning, Song Yan was able to survive in her hands. She thought that this young man had some weight, so she promptly presented information to calm the resentment, but now it seems that she thought too much. Some people go, and some people come. Among those who left, there were far more people who died than those who became formal disciples. The newcomers who came, the cycle of reincarnation was repeated again. Two months later The man in Qi Yao's room died of weakness, and the woman in the room of another "qualified person" named Xu Changjun also disappeared. The two people, who were equally talented, lived together. At night Qi Yao and Xu Changjun did not roll onto the bed, but sat upright and looked at each other. Qi Yao sighed softly, tears flashing in her eyes, and she said with sorrow: "Senior brother is dead, he died to protect me." Xu Changjun said solemnly: "In order to destroy this puppet palace, all sacrifices are worth it."
Qi Yao pursed her lips and took a deep breath. Xu Changjun said: "After one month, Junior Sister, you will show your strength and pass the test." Qi Yao was stunned and asked: "What about you, Senior Brother Xu?" Xu Changjun smiled faintly and said: "People are needed everywhere to find out the news. I will continue to stay, hide my strength, and hide in this leather workshop." Qi Yao thought for a while and said: "That's right, Senior Brother has already broken through the first level of Lianxuan, and he has the "Qi Condensation Technique", so he can hide." Xu Changjun smiled charmingly, shook his finger, and said: "No, Junior Sister, I have reached the second level of Lianxuan." "Good man, good man, collect my energy, collect more energy" "Good man, hurry up, please." "That's it, that's it." Seeing that there is still one month before the deadline, Qiu Lianyue is extremely nervous. Especially when she realized that she was still healthy, she almost went crazy. Her health means that Song Yan collected less energy from her. If she collected less energy, the possibility of passing the test will be less. If Song Yan cannot pass the test and become a formal disciple, then she will never be able to make a breakthrough. Song Yan is a good person, she knows that. So, at this time, Miss Qiu is like a mad female leopard, constantly making "excessive demands" to "be collected". Time passes slowly. Another month has passed. It's time to test the results of the practice.