Lin Qiubai glanced at his luck value, and the 20 who was so short that he hit the street looked very sad in front of Cao Zhendong's series of question marks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hehe, Cao Zhendong, your luck value is not an ordinary cheat......"

Lin Qiubai laughed out loud and casually changed the information to Cao Zhendong's father, Cao Feng.

In an instant, Cao Feng's portrait appeared in his mind.

Below Cao Feng's portrait, there is a luck value of 100 and a suffix in small print: minus 64.

This shows that the Tiandao payment system paid Cao Feng 64 points of qi luck for Pei Yuanli.

[Ding!Obtained successfully!Items are stored in the Heavenly Dao storage compartment, and if necessary, the consciousness can be taken out.] ]

There is no need to talk much about the guilt of Huai Bi, and Lin Qiubai did not plan to take out such a precious item as Pei Yuansaliva in the martial arts arena, and staggered to the residence.

……

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Lin Qiubai began to carefully study the Tiandao payment system.

First of all, the current payment system is still very low-level, and the scanning range is within a radius of one kilometer, which is the size of a martial arts arena. And the interval between scans is six hours.

Secondly, Lin Qiubai can't steal other people's luck indefinitely, there is a premise: the object that the host can steal, the luck value cannot be one hundred higher than the host.

For example, before obtaining Pei Yuansali, Lin Qiubai's luck value was twenty points, and the highest steal was one hundred and twenty points.

In addition, half of the stolen qi luck will be grafted onto the host, and now Lin Qiubai's qi luck value has risen to fifty-four.

The value of luck is ethereal, but there is no doubt that the more the merrier.

"Let's solve the dark wounds accumulated on my body first. ”

It's useless to think too much.

The physical exhaustion made Lin Qiubai feel awkward, and he hadn't taken the nutrient solution for three weeks!

As Cao Zhendong said, his body has been covered with dark wounds, and if he doesn't absorb his vitality, he may die suddenly at night.

Mind took out one gram of Peiyuan saliva and dipped it on his fingertips.

Lin Qiubai was very curious, this thing was sticky and soft, translucent and gelatinous, a bit like the immature Tai Sui.

Maybe Pei Yuan saliva may also be a kind of microorganism, this kind of microorganism can enrich the vitality, right?

Of course, Lin Qiubai is not a scientist and does not need to study thoroughly.

Overcoming the slightest feeling of nausea, he opened his mouth and sucked Pei Yuan's saliva into his mouth and swallowed it.

Cold!

It's like eating a lump of ice, and the coolness spreads from the throat, from the esophagus, from the stomach, to the limbs, as if there is a mysterious force shuttling through the body, soothing the tense muscles at the same time, but also making every cell completely tired......

At that moment, there was no time to undress, and the whole person fell into bed and fell asleep.

With the ups and downs of breathing, a thin layer of black substance was precipitated from the body, and Lin Qiubai's cells were beating vigorously like dead wood in spring at this moment!

……

The next day, Lin Qiubai, who woke up, soaked in the pond behind the house and rubbed off the black dirt. Yesterday's illness and nearing the end of the day have been swept away, and now he is still thin, but he is not vain inside.

On the contrary, there was a vigorous vitality brewing in his body, and the excited Lin Qiubai played a set of boxing techniques with his bare upper body, and he tried his best to do his best, but he did not see the slightest fatigue.

There was even a trace of Yuan Force light flashing on the fist.

Obviously, this is a harbinger of Yuan Li taking root and sprouting, and only by forging the body fivefold can there be a peculiar fist phenomenon!

In other words, only one gram of Pei Yuan saliva made Lin Qiubai jump from the third level of the forging body to the fifth level, and if he took the nutrient solution step by step, this achievement would take a full three months of penance in exchange.

However, Lin Qiubai still has fifteen grams!

It was enough for him to cultivate to the ninth level of forging his body at a speed comparable to that of the top geniuses of the White Chamber Sect.

Putting on his clothes and not going to breakfast, Lin Qiubai walked straight to the martial arts arena. At this time, he was proud of the spring breeze, and he came to the martial arts arena after a while.

"Bastard, you bitch, how dare you do this to me when my family was in full swing?"

Cao Zhendong's roar came from afar, and Cao Zhendong, who was still showing off his martial arts yesterday, seemed to have changed as a person, his eyes were red, and the green tendons on his neck were bulging.

was angrily scolded by Cao Zhendong's "childhood sweetheart" Zhao Xin.

Although he is a childhood sweetheart, Zhao Xin has never been interested in Cao Zhendong, and he usually retreats everywhere. It's just that Cao Zhendong didn't know it before.

"It's kind of interesting......"

Lin Qiubai hid next to watch the play.

From the mouths of others, Lin Qiubai found that things were not so simple.

Last night, when Cao Zhendong's father was on a mercenary mission, he was bitten by a lurking swamp snake, and his entire arm was as black as ink in an instant.

But for low-level martial artists, breaking an arm is no different from death.

So Cao Zhendong's family is half of it.

In order to hang his father's life, all the family's savings were used up.

In other words, Cao Zhendong embarked on Lin Qiubai's old path - he had no money to drink enough nutrient solution, so he could only give up cultivation.

Or...... Died of a dark wound.

"Get out of here, look at everything!

Cao Zhendong was like a mad tiger who had been touched on the buttocks, pounced into the crowd and pushed everywhere.

Lin Qiubai took two steps back, he had personally experienced this kind of collapse, and the original "Lin Qiubai" committed suicide because of suicide, which gave Lin Qiubai the opportunity to cross. Although that emotion was not empathetic, the trace of sorrow in the depths of his soul still made his heart ache faintly.

But there is something hateful about the wretched.

Lin Qiubai does not have the kindness of a woman, when his family was in turmoil, did anyone ever pity him?

Of course, Lin Qiubai doesn't need mercy, because there is no wagging tail and begging for mercy in the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang, only Tianxingjian, a gentleman who strives for self-improvement!

"Maybe I took away Cao Zhendong's father's luck, so I caused him to have bad luck, right?"

Lin Qiubai suddenly thought that this possibility was extremely high. At the moment, a touch of pleasure welled up in my heart, which can be regarded as indirectly avenging my parents?

However, the revenge has just begun, that Cao Zhendong's luck is even worse than his father, although he is decadent now, but he doesn't know when he will rise, Lin Qiubai has a ruthless intent in his heart, he will not let an enemy grow up safely. Especially the murderer of his father.

Although the White Room Academy prohibits fighting and killing with the same door, Lin Qiubai doesn't need a bloody blade to kill people.

"What's the noise! If you don't exercise in the morning, you shout here, thinking you're very talented?"

The instructor's shout made hundreds of disciples, including Cao Zhendong, fall silent, and quickly stood at their own stakes, waving their fists at the stakes like rain.

"Huh?"

When the instructor came to Lin Qiubai, he suddenly stopped and looked at Lin Qiubai in surprise.

"You try another set of punches. ”

"Yes, instructor. ”

Lin Qiubai replied loudly, not ambiguously, let go of his fists and feet, and swung one punch at a time according to the set of fists.

The further back, the more exquisite the boxing technique became, the muscles on the body became more coordinated, the muscles became more agile and vigorous, and finally the wooden stake trembled, and a trace of bright fist flashed on the back of the fingers, colliding with the thousand-year-old iron stake to create a thin spark.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

There was a crisp sound, and the instructor was stunned.

The surrounding disciples even stopped in unison, their faces full of confusion.