Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 153 This technique is not serious...
The memory is digested.

Before he even opened his eyes, Wei Zheng was already looking forward to the changes this technique would bring to him.

According to past experience, Qi and blood can at least increase sharply.

After all, decades of cultivation experience and progress are all integrated into one body. Even decades of hoeing can still cause serious lumbar muscle strain.
Wei Zheng slowly opened his eyes, but felt as if
as usual?
The change in his body didn't seem to be big. He stood up. The flame of the oil lamp was lowered by the wind brought up by him. The dim light swayed, reflecting Wei Zheng's not tall body.

The muscles all over his body seemed to have become slightly stronger, like a carefully carved Greek sculpture, well-proportioned and beautiful.

He exhaled a long breath, and the breath was like a sharp white arrow shot out of his mouth, lingering for a long time.

Wei Zheng couldn't help but frowned.

Just this little change?
This level of becoming stronger can only be achieved by practicing the Qi and Blood Transfer Technique for a week.

Decades of practice have brought me this little progress?

Could it be that this is really a rubbish exercise, right?

Then wouldn’t all my more than 200 years of experience have been in vain?Ah? !
Wei Zheng suddenly collapsed. He spent more than 200 experience, which not only slowed down his promotion to the next level, but also this technique did not bring him any improvement?
Wei Zheng couldn't accept it.

Even if it is to strengthen a little energy and blood, it will be fine. I have more than 200 experience points for nothing!

"Brother Zheng, look, how have I been practicing recently?" While he was feeling depressed, Bai Ling'er's voice suddenly rang out. Her graceful figure, covered with a long pink gauze, pushed the door open and walked in with a pink face. With a little expectation.

But as soon as she opened the door, her whole figure suddenly froze. She stood motionless at the door, her small white hands pressing on the door frame, trembling slightly.

"Huh?" Wei Zheng raised his eyes and looked at Bai Ling'er strangely.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Ah, no." Bai Ling'er lowered her head, her little face turned red. She didn't know if it was an illusion. The moment she opened the door, an inexplicable sense of pressure arose in her heart.

This reminded her of how when she was still in the village, she would never dare to look up at the clerk who came to collect grain from the village. The difference in class gave her an insurmountable sense of difference.

Now, that feeling came back. However, now, she felt like a little village girl who came out of the mountains. When she was going to chop wood in disgrace, she met a richly dressed and handsome young man in the wild.

Compared with that dazzling handsome young man, a little village girl is really humble.

However, this is not the most important thing. In fact, Wei Zheng's face is still a bit handsome, but he is definitely not the type of handsome boy who is shocking to everyone.

yes, now
She lowered her head and secretly looked at Wei Zheng with her peripheral vision. She felt her face was burning red and her heart was beating wildly in her chest.
Brother Zheng, when did he become so good-looking?

"Brother Zheng, I am."

Wei Zheng looked at Bai Ling'er's swaying pink gauze, and her slim figure was dimly visible under the pink gauze, and chuckled.

"Okay, you are already an old married couple, why don't you give me a try and refuse to accept this, right?"

"It's not me." Bai Ling'er couldn't tell, Wei Zheng stepped forward and picked up Bai Ling'er.

After a night of warmth, Wei Zheng found that Bai Ling'er was becoming more and more cooperative with him.

It has almost reached the level of responding to requests and being able to draw inferences from one instance to another.

"So... in general, you think I have more temperament?"

On the small bed, Wei Zheng gently scratched Bai Ling'er's delicate little nose with his fingers and spoke with a smile.Bai Ling'er's eyes were full of stars at the moment, and she nodded desperately, with a sweet smile on her face, and her eyebrows were crescent.

"Yeah" Wei Zheng nodded slightly, secretly remembering Bai Ling'er's reaction.

Could it be that the real purpose of this technique is not to transport Qi and blood?

Sure enough, in the early morning, when Wei Zheng put on his clothes and walked into the cold courtyard while breathing in the white mist, the attitude of Uncle Biao and Aunt Li in the courtyard seemed to become more and more respectful towards him.

Even Huan Chong, who had grown stronger recently and was a full circle larger than the average coyote, stuck out his tongue and kept rubbing his trouser legs with his huge head.

Wei Zheng secretly remembered everyone's reactions.

The idea in my heart became more and more determined.

On the street, Wei Zheng was a little annoyed. Along the way, whether it was the vendors passing by or the beggars huddled in the corner, they were all vying to say hello to him first, and those people who were familiar with him were all vying to say hello to him. , after a few words with him, the pride and secret joy on his face were almost beyond words.

It seems that being able to talk to him is a very honorable thing.

Not to mention the girls on the street, when they saw Wei Zheng's eyes, they almost seemed to want to eat him. With that look, Wei Zheng couldn't help but feel a little weak after taking a glance at it.

This feeling is very strange.

I don't know if it's because of the attitude of these passers-by towards him, but Wei Zheng just feels that he seems to be more confident now than before.

"Hehehe, let's drink tea."

In the main hall of the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall, Master Wang Boshan was obviously also affected. Although he still acted like a master, the affection in his eyes became more and more obvious.

This influence was so subtle that even Wang Boxhan himself was not aware that anything was wrong.

Is it possible that I became a self-propelled aphrodisiac in human form?
Is Master having fun?

The corner of Wei Zheng's mouth twitched. After thanking his master, he asked the question that he had been thinking about asking all morning.

"Master, my disciple has something to ask. When my master was cultivating the divine soul, he was devoured and died. What is this divine soul?"

Mentioning his master, Wang Boshan's eyes flashed with sadness, and his master's death was the pain he least wanted to mention. If an ordinary person wanted to ask about his master in a circumstantial way, he would definitely feel offended.

If it's someone you don't know well, you might immediately turn your back and drive this person away from your eyes.

But looking at Wei Zheng in front of him, Wang Boxan couldn't feel the slightest offense.

After all, this is his personal disciple. If he wants to know something, he, as his master, should help him solve his doubts.

Otherwise, how can I be called a master?

"Cough" Wang Boxhan cleared his throat, seeming to be deep in thought.

After a long time, the long-sealed memories slowly flowed out of Wang Boxhan's mouth.

"Master didn't tell me much about the soul. He just said that only a warrior with a powerful soul can truly be called a martial artist.

The so-called people who can be called martial arts masters by refining skin are just the praises of incompetent people who have never seen real good things in the world.
Moreover, for warriors who truly practice the divine soul, each person’s divine soul also depends on his or her personality and constitution.
For example, the soul of some murderous warriors must be like a butcher's knife wrapped with evil spirits. Ordinary people just look at him, and even those with weak constitutions can be frightened to death on the spot.
In addition, the martial arts master is rough and savage, and the soul he has cultivated is also even more savage, like a wild boar that has wandered into a flock of chickens. It makes people feel fear unconsciously.
Of course. There is also a kind of warrior.
no the same."

(End of this chapter)