Final priesthood.

Chapter 72 Muscle Control
"Being a Riddler Again"

Lu Yuan secretly complained to the phone, but the gloom in his chest dissipated a lot with Ge Wenjun's phone call.

Judging from the information revealed by TV news and Ge Wenjun, as well as the two shuttles he saw a few days ago.

The people sent by the "above" estimated that they had officially begun to attack the forces or organizations behind the missing persons case.

And it should have achieved certain results.

When they free up their hands, the next step is to solve the rat man's matter.

I have been "in jail" for so long, and I feel the ubiquitous and increasingly intense anxiety every day. These days are almost over.

"Hold on for a few more days. I hope that the next time I get a call from Ge Wenjun, he will ask me to go to the police station to identify the rat man's body."

Lu Yuan secretly prayed in his heart.

"Xiao Yuan."

"Hey!"

At this time, my mother Zheng Qiuling walked in with a happy face and said softly to him: "Mom will give you some money, how about you go on a trip with your classmates?
In the past few months, I have studied so hard and practiced martial arts, and I have lost weight, so I should go out and have fun."

Zheng Qiuling said, tugging on his clothes with some distress.

The corner of Lu Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

He is now so strong that he can kill a cow, and even a concrete block cannot withstand his blows. How did my mother see that he has lost weight?

Is it because the agility has risen by 1 point a few days ago, and the body has returned to a well-proportioned body?

"No mom, I don't want to go out during this time."

Lu Yuan decisively rejected Zheng Qiuling's offer, greeted her, and went upstairs quickly.

Zheng Qiuling looked at his back and was a little annoyed, "This child, why does he feel that he is getting more and more bored after practicing martial arts?"

"Xiao Yuan has grown up and has his own ideas, so you all follow him."

Lu Yueping said casually, took off the reading glasses on his face, and carefully placed the report card in his hand on the table in front of him like a baby.

Zheng Qiuling sighed lightly, and soon she seemed to suddenly think of something, and couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone.

"I forgot to call Xinghua and tell him that Xiaoyuan won the first place in his grade. He should be happy too."

Lu Yuan spent most of his morning and afternoon practicing crane-shaped piles.

Now he has almost only one thought in cultivation - to upgrade the crane-shaped stake to level 4 as soon as possible and improve his physical fitness.

If your physique doesn't keep up, you can't use the second professional core skill of [Fighter] at will.

Thinking of such a powerful skill but not being able to use it normally, Lu Yuan tossed and turned in bed at night and couldn't sleep.

But what makes Lu Yuan depressed is that he practiced the crane-shaped pile so hard, but the progress of the crane-shaped pile is still pitifully slow.

After level 3, he has done all eighteen movements of a set of crane-shaped piles, and only two or three points of experience points are left.

A day of practicing from morning to night, only a few dozen experience points are recorded.

According to this progress, he may have more than ten days to rush the crane-shaped stake to lv4.
"I'm afraid it has something to do with my physical improvement.

The crane-shaped pile was upgraded twice, which added 2 points to my physique in a row. The same movement, the effect on the body will naturally be weakened.

I even doubt that if I continue to practice further, if the Crane Stake can be upgraded to a level, it will still provide 1 point of physical attributes."

Lu Yuan took precautions, and made up his mind to talk to Lin Zhiqin about the auxiliary secret medicine after the matter of the rat man was resolved.

He practiced until six o'clock in the afternoon, when his grandfather Lu Yueping knocked on the door and called him to have dinner.

Lu Yuan was treated extremely grandly today.

There are twelve dishes on the dining table.

Mom also temporarily closed the store, and came up specially to celebrate his final grade first place.

Lu Xinghua, who was almost walking home at meal time, rarely showed a smile on his face. He not only praised Lu Yuan, but also took the initiative to take 2000 yuan as a reward for him.

Lu Yuan looked at the smiling mother and grandfather, as well as the dark and thin father Lu Xinghua who was wearing a shirt slightly yellowed by sweat and smelled of cigarettes all over his body.
After thinking about it, I took out two hundred yuan from the two thousand yuan on the table, and didn't ask for the rest.

"Gaiming received a scholarship from the school, so he sent out the money he saved before.
In which piece of clothing did grandpa hide the money last time? "

At the dinner table, Lu Yuan was thinking while eating the rice.

"Roar!"

The black-haired ratman with red eyes and a strong body roared loudly.

The two-finger-thick tail pulled out a series of afterimages behind him, which kept beating on the ground, breaking apart large chunks of cement.

The ferocious aura filled the alley like water about to boil.

But this terrifying momentum was like boiling water.

But he was forced down by two ferocious and inhuman hands.

The two arms covered with blue veins, as thick as the thighs of adults, and the flesh swelled to black and red, one on the left and one on the right, were clasped on both sides of the rat man's shoulders, holding it firmly.

Sudden.

The veins were densely covered, and the thick fingers, as if wearing a pair of odd-shaped gloves, suddenly dug into the flesh under the palm.

"Crack-knock-"

The shoulder blades on both sides of the Rat Man were crushed like dough.

The Ratman opened his mouth wide open, and his body was about to bite forward as soon as he jumped forward.

The strange hands clasping its shoulders tore at will to both sides.

"Crunching--tearing--"

Accompanied by a tooth-piercing sound of breaking and tearing.

"Whoa-"

The body of the muscular Ratman, which was nearly two meters tall, was completely split in two, and a large amount of stinky, dirty organs and blood sprayed out and sprinkled everywhere.

Lu Yuan let go of his hand, and the two pieces of body in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack".

Look at your two arms again.

From the fingertips to the shoulders, the skin and flesh were rolled up, large blood vessels were broken, and the broken fascia and bones underneath could be clearly seen.

The chest, waist, abdomen and thighs were also injured to varying degrees.

Lu Yuan's whole body seemed to have just been plowed hard by an iron plow that plowed the ground.

Terrible.

But
"Cool!"

Lu Yuan glanced at the remains of the rat man who was still struggling and convulsing under his feet, and fell on his back with a satisfied face.
In reality, Lu Yuan opened his eyes with an unsatisfactory expression on his face.

In reality, he can't use [Special Power], and he has had enough of it in the conscious space these days.

The Ratman after raw tearing transformation is nothing but pediatrics.

He even used this technique to fight Qin Feng head-on on the second floor of the martial arts hall.

Of course, there is only one trick.

And the end was even worse than before.

"The 'more than double' in the [Special Force] skill introduction should refer to a certain lower limit."

Lu Yuan stared at the text description of [Special Strength] on the career panel, and tapped the table with his fingertips, making rhythmic knocking sounds.

"The lower limit is twice as high, but the upper limit is related to my physique and the degree of control over my muscles."

Lu Yuanping stretched out his right hand and looked at the muscles under his right arm undulating slightly like waves.

He didn't activate [Special Force], which is an added benefit brought by [Special Force].

Lu Yuan didn't practice in vain these days, he has been pondering and researching this little skill of controlling muscles.

"If you can master and control the muscles proficiently, you can make small changes in body shape and facial features.

Maybe in the future, if I gain more strength, I will become a muscular guy, and I can change back without adding some agility."

Lu Yuan thought about it casually, and prepared to enter the consciousness space to play with Lin Zhiqin and Qin Feng.

Suddenly at this moment, he heard a loud voice coming from the living room outside the room.

(End of this chapter)