readx;? The stubbornness of this ink was far beyond Zuo Feng's imagination, and at the same time, he didn't expect that this ink would have such a transformation after absorbing those small black particles. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he didn't know much about ink, Zuo Feng could guess that the ink that had become restless at the moment would never let it stay. Not only must it be eliminated from the body, but it must also be done immediately, and the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for you.

At such a critical juncture, Zuo Feng could no longer be as calm as before, and the nerves of the whole person were all tense at this time. The stubbornness of the ink is also unimaginable, and under Zuo Feng's continuous efforts, the other party only moved a little from the belly to the top.

Just such a short distance, it had already made Zuo Feng sweat profusely, and all the spiritual power in his body exploded.

Although it only moved a small part, Yaoqing, who was very close, seemed to be aware of it, and subconsciously made a soft "huh" sound. There was a clear look of surprise in her eyes, and there was a taste of re-examining the left wind.

Yao Qing is a person who understands the characteristics of ink at this time, and she estimates that it is almost impossible to remove ink from her body with Zuo Feng's current cultivation, and in the end, she still needs to help herself to do it. But what she didn't expect was that Zuo Feng was able to move a small part of the ink.

Although it seems that this is only a small part, it is actually enough for Yaoqing to surprise her. It's just that what he doesn't understand is that Zuo Feng seems to be a third-level cultivator in the quenching stage, but the total amount and quality of the aura have almost reached the level of the middle and late stages of quenching, so the result will naturally greatly surprise Yaoqing.

Until this time, Zuo Feng also knew the difficulty of ink, and he was not verbose at the moment, and sat down cross-legged on the spot, posing as a cultivator. Mobilizing the aura in the state of cultivation is also the most convenient way to control the aura, but no martial artist will be willing to cultivate against the enemy, otherwise everyone's strength will be greatly improved.

Under the mobilization of the left wind, the aura rushed towards the ink in the abdomen, and the thunder power carried in it also smashed on the ink. This also caused the ink to begin to move slowly again, gradually moving above the idle.

The space in the abdomen is larger, but the more you go up, the narrower the space becomes, and finally at the beginning of a certain part, the ink is also completely stagnant, and the two sides start a tug-of-war.

After the left wind pushes upwards for a few minutes each time, the ink will sink back a few minutes again at the moment of recirculation, which is equivalent to reactive force. Faced with this situation, Zuo Feng is also becoming more and more anxious.

Because it is impossible for me to mobilize my aura to push the ink like this all the time, I will always consume it to the point where I can't bear it, and I believe that the ink will immediately sink into my stomach again at that time. At that time, not only did his initial efforts be in vain, but he also had a feeling that the ink would be more stubbornly rooted there when it returned to the house, and the situation would become more difficult to manage.

Yao Qing, who had been paying attention to Zuo Feng's changes, was already very surprised at this time, she didn't expect Zuo Feng to push the ink to such a point with her own strength. However, it seems that this is the limit of the left wind, and if you wait any longer, the situation will not get better, but will get worse and worse.

Seeing this scene, Yao Qing smiled slightly, and the free hand waved again and again, and the flexible little hand was like a colorful butterfly flying among the flowers. It's just that in the flight of her hand, there is a special rhythm, and at a certain moment, with a slight flick of the wrist, a small needle like a hair will be thrown.

If you look closely, Yao Qing's technique of throwing the fine needle is the same every time, and it seems that a set of mysterious and unpredictable martial arts is generally good-looking. The thin needle carried a soft spiritual power, and it entered Zuo Feng's body along with the thin needle.

The moment the fine needle enters the acupoint, a new force begins to arise from the position of the acupuncture point stabbed. The spiritual power generated by this belongs to the left wind, but it is generated by the stimulation of fine needles. In addition, the needle carries spiritual power, and this spiritual power also travels in Zuo Feng's body, as if it can stimulate some of Zuo Feng's potential abilities.

This sounds a bit mysterious, but Zuo Feng knows that this should actually be a martial art, a thorn point martial art that can stimulate the potential of a martial artist. I haven't seen the same martial art Zuo Feng, but I have seen several similar martial arts Zuo Feng before.

The original puppet used this kind of martial arts when he was fighting with his own life and death, but the potential that the puppet had stimulated at that time was very limited, and the duration of the potential was very short. If the puppet had such a martial art to stimulate his potential at that time, it was not yet known who would win or lose.

There is another kind of martial art, the effect of which is more significant, but the price is very huge, that is, violent disintegration. This kind of martial art is a kind of martial art that stimulates the potential of the warrior who knows that he will die and does not want to die because it is too worthless.

This kind of martial art stimulates not only potential, but also burns their own life force, under the urging of this martial art, the warrior can exert a much higher combat power than usual, but in the end, he has to exchange his own life, and he has to endure unimaginable pain before dying.

Under normal circumstances, even if a martial artist knows that he will die, he will not choose such a self-harming method to launch this martial art. At present, the martial arts displayed by this invitation made Zuo Feng's eyes shine, and at the same time, he also began to silently remember the acupuncture martial arts displayed by Yao Qing in his heart.

If it is an ordinary person, of course, he can't completely memorize it after reading it once, but Zuo Feng is different, he is excited about some knowledge of thorn points, and at the same time, he also has an extremely strong memory ability. At the same time, Zuo Feng's observation ability is also very keen, although the opponent's shot is very fast, he can still see every small change in his eyes and remember it in his heart.

A total of eighteen thin needles pierced Zuo Feng's body, and when the first needle entered his body, Zuo Feng felt that his spiritual power had been greatly improved. When the last thin needle pierced, all the potentials that were stimulated seemed to be able to reach some kind of connection with each other, which made Zuo Feng's spiritual power level increase a lot again.

Under this ascension, Zuo Feng felt an unprecedentedly powerful spiritual power burst out, and this burst of spiritual power made Zuo Feng feel that he was almost close to the late stage of quenching, and even crossed that important hurdle. If you use this kind of martial art, I believe that the next time you encounter Yao Zhen, you will definitely have the possibility of winning easily.

Zuo Feng quietly remembered the martial arts used by the girl, and at the same time spread out all his strength to push towards the ink. Because the power of the left wind has improved, this time it makes the ink move again. And this time, in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, Zuo Feng also secretly mobilized his telekinesis to join this battle with ink.

What surprised Zuo Feng was that it changed after the addition of telekinesis. The ink, which was originally very restless, began to slowly have the meaning of separation under the effect of telekinesis, and the two strands of ink that were separated had two different properties.

One is very irritable and does not want to leave the ink in Zuo Feng's belly, and the other is extremely quiet and does not even have the slightest sense of autonomy. This latter stream of ink gives Zuo Feng the feeling that it is the state he took at the beginning, and the ink in this state is harmless to himself, and he can also be excluded from his body anytime and anywhere.

If Zuo Feng wanted to do it now, he could easily expel it from his body by directly activating his spiritual power, but Zuo Feng didn't do it immediately.

At this moment, Yao Qing, who had originally withdrawn her gaze, turned her gaze back in shock again and stared at Zuo Feng deadly. Her attention was always paying attention to the changes in Zuo Feng, not that she was very wary of Zuo Feng, but she didn't want to lose the process of curing poison for him.

But I never expected that the ink that I thought Zuo Feng couldn't shake before was almost pushed out of my abdomen under Zuo Feng's efforts. And now the ink was actually separated in Zuo Feng's belly, and this kind of change was something she had never seen before.

Although she had never seen it, she still knew the properties of ink very well, and after a little hesitation, she immediately said, "Leave that part behind, let it spread out on its own, and don't guide it." ”

In a hurry, Yao Qing couldn't speak clearly, but Zuo Feng was still able to understand immediately, and the second stream of silent ink was immediately released and let it disperse in his abdomen on its own. Now Zuo Feng is also rushing towards the first stream of irritable ink with all his might.

With Yaoqing's assistance, Zuo Feng also had a smooth ride this time, and the ink was drained out in just a short moment. The so-called expulsion is actually to use spiritual power and telekinesis to force it to the position of the throat, and then let it be sprayed out in one gulp.

As soon as the ink left Zuofeng's mouth, the moment it was exposed to the air, it immediately vaporized rapidly, turning into a thick puff of black smoke. If you look closely, the black smoke is made up of countless small black water droplets, which then disperse into smaller states again, and then split and eventually disappear without a trace.

Zuo Feng didn't pay attention to the ink that was discharged from his body, and the moment he drained the ink, Yao Qing hurriedly stepped forward and patted Zuo Feng on the back. As if they had been pushed, the thin needles that had been pierced before flew out of Zuofeng's acupuncture tunnels in an instant.

Those fine needles were instantly grabbed by Yao Qing, and with a slight flick of his palm, he withdrew them into the storage crystal.

Zuo Feng felt a burst of prostration at this time, and almost fell to the ground, this method of stimulating potential really has sequelae, looking at Yaoqing's actions, the longer it lasts, it seems that it will hurt himself more heavily. However, Zuo Feng still clearly memorized the technique of the thorn points and the various acupoints, and left it to study it slowly when he had the opportunity.