Seeing off Song Changjun and his party, Wang Zhizhi looked at his small farm curiously again.

Even a beer bottle that has been reduced to garbage can be mutated into a purple gourd, and the rest can be imagined.

Wang Zhichu's eyes widened, rummaging inside and out, up and down the farm, trying to find the second mutated thing.

Half an hour passed, and Wang was stunned that he didn't find it.

Maybe it has mutated, but Wang Zhichu hasn't found it yet, after all, the appearance after mutation is still exactly the same as before.

Perhaps the time for a crisis has not yet come, and these mutated things have not yet had time to play their role.

Maybe it hasn't had time to mutate yet!

Soon, Wang Zhichu also realized something.

Hiding in the farm all the time is not an option.

Song Changjun saw that he was good, and he would definitely continue to bring people to take revenge in the future, if he brought a master who was enough to easily break through the enchantment, how could it be changed?

Although his farm has mutated and there are countless things in it, it is absolutely impossible to save his life in time every time as he did just now.

So, get stronger!

If you want to become stronger, you have to cultivate like all the martial artists in this world!

While making use of the mutations on the farm, you also need to make yourself stronger!

But......

Wang Zhizhi didn't understand at all!

Gotta find someone to ask!

Wang Zhizhi was not sure whether Song Changjun had sent someone to continue squatting outside, and after careful consideration, he still kicked the wine bottle in his arms, and took out a long-cherished shotgun from the cellar of the farm, so he dared to go out.

This shotgun is a few years old, and it belongs to Wang Chuchu's grandfather.

I heard that my grandfather was a well-known hunter in the village, and he spent a lot of money to build this shotgun privately, and later took this shotgun to join the army.

After the war, the shotgun was supposed to be handed over in accordance with the regulations, but my grandfather was a hero of the Anti-Japanese War, and he went to the relevant departments to get a gun license, so the shotgun was retained.

With a wine bottle in his waist and a shotgun in his waist, Wang Zhizhi went out again.

Although the shotgun is ancient and has a simple structure, it is fortunate that it is often maintained and can still be used at the beginning of the king.

When Wang Chuchu walked out of the farm, passers-by who had gathered in the streets began to talk.

However, it was not to talk about strange things such as Wang Chu's dress and sudden appearance, but to talk about him beating Song Changjun.

The people of this world seem to have seen and heard too many strange things, and they are not curious about all kinds of weirdness at the beginning of the king, what they are more curious about is that this weird man dared to offend the tyrant in the city as soon as he arrived in Chang'an City, and the two would not have any contradictions before.

Ignoring everyone, Wang Zhizhi walked straight towards the previous wine shop.

There is a liquor store!

That's the name of this sake brewery!

The proprietress is still dressed in that amorous manner, sitting in the wine shop, fiddling with her rouge.

I don't know if she sells alcohol or rouge.

"You still dare to come out, aren't you afraid that Song Changjun will find someone to continue to seek revenge on you?"

Seeing Wang Chuchu coming, the proprietress took the lead in greeting and asked.

"What are you afraid of, he is not my opponent, and the Hu Huifeng he found is not my opponent!"

Wang Chuchu patted the shotgun on his shoulder, full of confidence.

"Hu Huifeng is only the lowest strength of the Song family, and there are two offerings that are higher than Hu Huifeng. ”

"Oh, tell me about it. ”

"One of the enshrinements is called Li Shou, the strength of the Xuanwu Nine Heavens, I heard that he has been impacting the Tibetan Martial Arts Realm for the past two years, and the other is a woman, mysterious, I don't even know the name, I have broken through the Tibetan Martial Arts Realm in more than ten years, and I am the top ten masters in Chang'an City!"

"It seems that it is imminent to improve your strength!"

Wang Chuchu felt the pressure and was eager to grow up.

"Improve your strength? Hehe, you look like an ordinary person now!"

The proprietress pursed her lips and smiled, a little sarcastic.

Wang Zhichu didn't care, and said, "So, why don't I come to ask you, do you know how to cultivate?"

"Do you think I look like a warrior?"

The proprietress stood up and turned around in a restorative way, which was really full of charm, and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, how can I know how to cultivate?"

'Spiritual power', the foundation of all martial arts cultivation of martial arts, is the source of strength, and it is also the basis for performing martial arts.

'Warrior' refers to a soldier who is physically strong and explosive, surpassing ordinary soldiers. The essential difference between a 'martial artist' and a 'martial artist' is that they can condense their own spiritual power, guide the spiritual power in the body, and nourish the body and meridians.

It took a long time for consciousness to gradually regain consciousness. At this time, I was surprised to find that the sharp pain in my body was no longer there, and the feeling of exhaustion had disappeared, and my body was full of abundant strength, and ...... A warm feeling flowed through the meridians.

"It's ...... Spiritual power?" Wang Zhichu sat up, stared inwardly, and after a moment, his face showed surprise. The chaotic meridians in the body are all unobstructed, as if they have been broadened a few points, and the thin energy flows in the meridians, and links the various acupuncture points of the whole body, like a whirlpool running slowly, connecting the meridians of the whole body.

These energies are spiritual power!

According to the genetic constitution of the Tang family, based on the fire attribute, the position of the dantian is already warm red, but his dantian essence has turned cyan, and it is still foggy, so he can't watch the situation.

Then, Tang Yan found a light cyan pattern on the wrists of his hands, like a flame and like a water pattern, very light and light, almost undetectable, touched lightly, there was no special feeling.

The spiritual power of the operation accumulates here, and the acupuncture points in the hands suddenly speed up, like a whirlpool frantically absorbing the spiritual power, and then ...... Burst...... The fingertips of the ten fingers unexpectedly appeared faint flames.

Spiritual power is condensed and formed, gathered and revealed, the sign of a third-order martial artist!

"What's the situation?" Tang Yan became more and more surprised, his spiritual power was obviously a first-order martial artist, how could he condense his spiritual power to appear between his fingers? Is there some special change in his body? Or is there something wrong with the memory of this second son of Tang itself?

But Tang Yan quickly dispersed the flames between his fingers, because the speed at which the acupuncture points on his hands devoured spiritual power was too terrifying, and it was not something that he could support at all, as if he was going to suck himself dry.

What happened just now? Tang Yan was full of suspicion, standing by the lake and looking at the clear pool, looking for traces of 'cracks' and abysses, but after working hard for a long time, he found nothing, as if the nightmare just now was an illusion.