In the bedroom, Ankisheng fell asleep.

The right leg is below, the knee is bent and curled up like a bow, the left arm is stretched and close to the thigh, and the right arm supports the cheek, lying on the side.

Its chest is half-heaved and its eyes are closed.

It seems to be asleep, but in fact it is in a hurry in the dream.

"300 grams of dendrobium, 69 grams of royal jelly, and three ...... plants"

In the dream, in the kitchen of An's house, An Qisheng had words in his mouth, his hands kept moving, and he threw the ingredients and medicines in the pot one by one, and slowly boiled over a low fire.

This is his forty-third experiment, and I don't know how much he wasted.

More than an hour later, a large pot full of ingredients and medicines was boiled into three bowls of medicinal food by him.

"Science is science, this tastes ....."

Smelling this indescribable smell, An Qisheng's eyelids trembled.

Rao drank it a few times, but he still couldn't get used to the taste.

Boom~

Gritting his teeth, An Qisheng endured his nausea and poured a large bowl directly into his stomach.

Bitter!

Astringent!

Hot!

Sour!

Countless flavors bloom on his taste buds and go straight to his brain.

Bang dang~

The sea bowl fell to the ground, An Qisheng moved, rushed out of the kitchen, and walked out of the house to the yard quickly.

Stretched out his hand and lifted the wooden pole spear inserted in the center of the courtyard, flicked it, circled, and raised the big gun horizontally with one hand.

This ash gun is three meters long, the handle is as thick as a duck's egg, and the weight of the gun head is close to twenty catties, and it is difficult for ordinary people to have both hands flat.

An Qisheng pinched the handle of the gun with one hand, and the spear did not move.

Shaking the big gun is a recorded practice method in many boxing techniques, which can practice the whole strength and listening strength, and the most expensive waist and arm strength.

It seems to be just standing still, but in fact it is far more strenuous than any strenuous exercise.

It was only a moment, and An Qisheng's forehead was already sweating.

In the dream, his body is just like he is in reality, and he is really reluctant to hold a big gun.

"Strength Change ......"

An Qisheng held the gun with one hand, his shining eyes were half-closed, and he carefully felt the changes in his own strength and the effect of the medicinal diet.

As he felt, a stream of heat exploded in his stomach, swimming between his waist.

As his physical strength was exerted, it slowly disappeared.

However, An Qisheng knew that this was not disappearing, but that his control over his body was far from being subtle.

The emanation of those medicinal powers, or the loss of them, still had an effect in his body.

One second, one minute......

Twenty minutes later, as soon as Anqisheng let go, the big gun fell to the ground, sweating in the rain and soaking his clothes.

"It's still too reluctant, if it's in reality, it hurts."

The big gun fell to the ground, and An Qisheng gasped.

Before he got sick, he didn't blush or breathe for half an hour with this spear, but now he can't.

Call~

His arms were sore, his waist was sore, his legs were weak, but An Qisheng did not rest, and he did not hurry up to fight the eight poles.

Only by squeezing out his physical strength can he perceive the effect of this medicinal diet on him in a more nuanced way.

After all, he only had twenty-four hours to fall asleep once, and if he wanted to try more combinations of medicinal diets, he couldn't waste a little time.

Anyway, in a dream, he didn't care about hurting his body.

If you do this in reality, you will have to go to the hospital in one day and die suddenly in three days.

After another hour, An Qisheng finally lost his strength and fell into the yard with a pop, his hands and feet began to twitch.

"No, still no, it didn't achieve the effect as stated in the recipe........"

Lying on his back for twenty minutes, Anqisheng gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, and walked towards the kitchen again:

"Forty-three failed attempts, and we have to keep trying......"

........

Just when Anqi was trying the medicinal diet that suited him again and again on his birthday.

On the other side of the ocean across the sea from Daxuan, on the coastal plains of Florida in the Golden Eagle Empire, a unique chase battle was launched without being known to the outside world.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

On the endless prairie, a thunderous explosion resounded through the clear sky.

Call~

A figure soared on the deserted plain with only its naked feet, pulling up the billowing smoke and dust waves that were dozens of meters long behind him.

It was a tall and slender young man, dressed in a tattered black dress full of holes, with long hair hanging back, and a hideous look flashing on his cold countenance.

Between his chest and abdomen, there was a terrible wound with blood flowing from it, and bullets could be faintly seen in the wriggling internal organs!

He's fast, incredibly fast.

The weeds and trees on both sides were approached by him, and then he was left far behind, shattered by countless torrents of bullets falling from the sky!

Behind him, in the clear sky overhead, there were dozens of Fighting Falcon fighters!

The dozens of fighters lined up in a tactical queue, surrounded on both sides, and the buzz swirled in, sweeping down the torrent of bullets like a net of heaven and earth, and shrouding towards the rapidly racing figure!

The plough court swept the holes and swept the countless grass and trees on the earth, and the smoke and dust were everywhere!

"What the hell is this!

What the hell place! What the hell is the place!! ”

Tong Zhengyang was furious with hatred in his heart, and couldn't help but roar.

His voice was condensed, and the air currents that penetrated the high-speed movement exploded like thunder at an altitude of hundreds of meters.

At the beginning, he was still very glad to get rid of the pursuit of Huangjue Temple and Wang Quandao, but where did he think that he would come to a Jedi!

A place that doesn't even have the slightest aura, and is still being chased by a group of strange-shaped things, and fleeing hundreds of thousands of miles like a lost dog!

"Damn bastard, I really want to shoot him in dermatitis."

Among the Fighting Falcon fighters soaring through the sky, pilot John gritted his teeth and looked at the figures on the ground.

He swore he had never seen such a terrifying humanoid in his life.

Under the siege of the powerful Golden Eagle Air Force, it was able to carry an overwhelming number of shells, and the torrent of bullets ran from the Free Harbor of the city of York to the coastal plain of Florida!

The fighter destroyed by him has surpassed the bearded man attacked by the Golden Eagle Empire.

The death of a soldier under his hands is enough to remove a congressman from power, and the president is guilty!

"The target is close to being in the net! The goal is close to entering the net! ”

Suddenly, John's eyes lit up, and he pressed the button with a sinister smile, and the on-board shells were ready to fire.

"A bunch of damn minknots, if not, if not!"

Tong Zhengyang spewed a strong air flow between his mouth and nose, and the exposed internal organs sent an extremely strong signal to his brain.

Hungry!

Hungry!

Hungry!

His brain, his internal organs, every part of his body, were roaring hysterically at him:

I'm hungry!

Tong Zhengyang knew that this was because his true qi was close to exhaustion, and his qi veins were already at their limit.

And this damn place of absolute spirits has no aura at all.

If it goes on like this, I'll starve to death!

Rumble!

Tong Zhengyang, who was in the midst of the hurricane, suddenly changed color, and saw that before the coastline that could already be seen from afar, there were suddenly two more black lines!

A black line was in the air, similar to the flying monster that chased him for hundreds of miles behind him.

A black line is on the ground, a kind of legless one-horned steel monster that can spew out terrorist attacks!

"A bunch of damn smash! Even Huangjue Temple and Wang Quan Dao didn't kill me Tong Zhengyang, even if you dare? ”

"You are worthy !! also"

The roar resounded across the plain, causing the fighter pilots at a height of hundreds of meters to shudder and slam into the air.

Bang!

Tong Zhengyang bent down suddenly, his thick legs broke through his trousers, and the blue and black meridians were entangled like a dragon.

Just one step, and the ground under your feet will be exploded.

I saw the earth and rocks rolling up with him, reaching dozens of meters in the air, and at the same time, his arm shook, squeezed out the true qi of his whole body, and made a sound like an eagle and an ape:

"Sword of Kingship!"