The ancestor of the Bao family, that is, the innate martial artist, obtained one by chance, and it was a secret and treasured. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 I hope that with the assistance of the elixir, future generations will be able to break through the innate and continue the glory of the Bao family for a hundred years.

But it backfired, the Bao family was not as good as the generation, and in the end, they actually pawned the bronze beast containing the Blood Source Pill for cash, and such a big opportunity was cheaper for outsiders.

If there is a spirit underground, I don't know if the innate ancestor of the Bao clan will be angry and thunderous, scolding the descendants of the unworthy descendants.

Situ was very concerned about this meat. Although Confucianism has a literary spirit, it is weak in the flesh, and although it will not be full of diseases, it is difficult to escape the limit of life and death.

Of course, Confucianism is not afraid of death, and their ultimate goal is to establish virtue, meritorious service, and immortality.

As long as you complete one of them and get the imperial court's seal, you can be crowned a god after death and enjoy a thousand years of incense sacrifice.

This is also why many ghosts and gods should not be worshiped by Confucianism, and the world says that the ghosts and gods are high. What they don't know is that after the death of the Great Confucian, they will all be entitled, and the rank of the god is far beyond that of ordinary ghosts and gods.

But in Situ Xing's view, no matter how great the future achievements of the Great Confucian Legalists are, there is no strong body, and it is also a building built on the beach, which cannot withstand any wind and waves.

A genius who has not grown up is not called a genius.

Shixiong Wang Bo is a prime example, and at that time he was hailed as the most likely poet to become a poet within a hundred years.

However, because he did not have a strong body, he finally died tragically at the hands of the dragon clan, and it was difficult to escape the catastrophe of early death.

If Wang Bo had been physically strong and had the power to fight the dragon, would he still fall?

The answer is no.

The poet immortal Li Taibai was also unlucky, and was burdened by fame when he was young, and he was dethroned several times. is nearly middle-aged, still white, and his life is down.

But the biggest difference between Li Taibai and Wang Bo is that Li Taibai is not only a poet saint, but also a powerful sword immortal.

According to legend, there are ghosts and gods teasing Li Taibai, from the back of the mountain to block the road, Li Taibai was furious, once a sword cut off the mountains and rivers, calmly gone.

Not to mention the dragon clan, even the martial saint, it is difficult to take his life.

is also shallow luck, Wang Bo died early, leaving only endless sighs for future generations.

And Li Taibai overcame all obstacles and eventually became a poet saint, illuminating the ages, which is the benefit of having a strong body.

Confucianism and Legalism are like mages in later games, although they are invincible from afar, they are a crispy skin. If you are close to the warrior, you will only be killed in seconds.

Mutter!

Thinking of this, Situ Xing did not hesitate, and the pill that was crystal clear as red crystal was swallowed by him instantly.

Rumble!

A hot stream of medicine raged in Situ's abdomen.

Situ felt as if he had swallowed not an elixir, but a depth charge.

When the membrane on the outside of the pill was melted by the gastric juice, it instantly released a surging blood qi like a wave.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Situ Xing felt as if his heart was an engine that never stopped, and streams of hot blood were compressed and spurted by him. Every inch of muscles, skin felt the heat from the pill, and as the medicinal power was released, the temperature of his whole body became higher and higher. The skin also slowly turned red, all the pores opened, and the white hot gas was discharged, and it didn't take long for the whole person to be shrouded in white gas.

Rumble!

The blazing medicinal power was like a wild horse that had escaped from the leashes, and it was like a flood that burst the embankment, raging in Situ Xing's body. Situ Xing was like a boiled prawn, and like a hot iron ingot, the skin of his whole body turned red, and waves of heat spread around, and the air in the room seemed to become a little drier.

Click!

The raging medicinal power raged in the stomach, as if it was blocked by a boulder of the embankment.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The flood of medicinal power seemed to be enraged, and the overwhelming medicinal power hit hard.

Click!

Situ Xing felt a sound of glass cracking in his body, as if something had been shattered and broken, and there was an indescribable lightness all over his body, and there was a rare glimmer of light in the darkness.

The stomach is opened.

The stomach is a hidden acupuncture point, located in the stomach, which is mainly digested and absorbed, and when this trick is opened, Situ Xing's digestion and absorption capacity will be greatly increased.

Situ Xing actually had the feeling of being able to eat a cow in one go.

Of course, this is just an illusion caused by the opening of the stomach, but his appetite does become very large.

Situ Xing's whole body and mind were feeling the changes from his body, and a paper figure came in through the crack under the door.

The paper figure stood, and under the illumination of the moonlight, it grew taller and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became a nakshatra who was two feet tall, with blue-green skin all over his body, horns on his head, and a mouth like a blood basin, and a terrifying appearance. In his hand he held a half-moon-shaped knife wheel, covered with dark red serrations, as if stained red with blood, with an indescribable bloodiness.

Although Situ Xing was closed by six touches, his whole body was full of qi and blood, and in the eyes of Yaksha, it seemed to be a huge furnace, constantly releasing a steady stream of heat into the air.

This kind of qi and blood, which is naturally restrained by the spirits and others, makes Yaksha instinctively feel a burst of fear.

"Stinky scholar, you dare to snatch the opportunity of the fifth master. As long as you drink the blood all over your body, the effect of the medicine will not hurt much. ”

Looking at the oven-like execution, Yaksha's eyes showed a hint of disgust and resistance, but more of it was greed. It seems that the current Situ punishment is a piece of meat on the board, and he can handle it at will.

"Six touches are closed, God help me. ”

Seeing that Situ is now wholeheartedly massaging qi and blood and absorbing the effects of medicine. Yaksha's eyes couldn't help but snicker. The big blue mouth opened, revealing jagged fangs, and as soon as he raised the knife wheel and his hand dropped the knife, he was about to cut Situ in two.

Suddenly, only a sword roar was heard, and a red sword suddenly flew out of the desk.

Bite!

The gear in Yaksha's hand was raised high, and it collided with the red sword.

"War Poetry. ”

Yaksha looked at the rising poetry raft on the table and said with some surprise.

Chirp!

The red sword let out a dragon-like sword roar, turning into a red line again.

Yaksha danced the gears in his hand as if it were a curtain of light, blocking it several times, and one negligence could not cover it, and the red thread slid over his body like flowing water, leaving a hideous wound that turned outward.

Chirp!

The speed of the red sword is getting faster and faster, and the Yaksha's body is tall, but it looks a little clumsy here.

Yaksha's whole body was cut by the red sword, and his eyes looked at the red sword flying in the air with some anxiety, he had tried to shoot it off with the gears several times, but it was always a little short.

One false step will make a great difference.

Chirp!

The sword was unsheathed again, bypassing the gears in Yaksha's hand, and the crimson thread wrapped around Yaksha's neck, silky as silk, and flew back into the sword case after a circle.

"How could it be. ”

Yaksha looked at the bright red marks under his skull with a look of disbelief.

Burst!

A red line appeared on the neck of the Yaksha, and the huge head rolled to the ground, and the body holding the knife wheel seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, boom!

With a soft sound, the huge yaksha disappeared into invisibility, and finally turned into an inch-long paper figure with a separate head and body.