I saw Zhao Li, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the peak, with a faint light on his face, hands, and all the exposed skin.

Lao Liu rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked hard - that's right, either the effect of the moonlight shining on Zhao Li's body, or Zhao Li's own glow.

After investing a full thousand points of free attribute point upgrade, it was naturally different from the past, Zhao Li could feel that with the crazy reduction of attribute points, his whole person seemed to be soaked in warm water, and there was a tingling sensation in the muscles and internal organs of his body, as if there was an electrified hand doing a gentle massage.

At the same time, all the information about the big stele smasher in Zhao Li's mind has also become more detailed, at this moment, Zhao Li's understanding of the big smasher can be said to be more profound than the original creator of this martial art, not only that, but there is more knowledge gathered in Zhao Li's mind...

While experiencing the numbness of the spectacle, while flipping through the martial arts knowledge in his mind, for a while, Zhao Li lost his concept of time.

Only Lao Liu was on the side to witness the whole process of Zhao Li's transformation.

From the beginning of the month to the middle of the sky, and then gradually set westward, submerged under the sea of clouds, for a whole night, Zhao Li was like a firefly in the night, the light on his body was uncertain, and it appeared and disappeared from time to time.

If it weren't for Zhao Li having already told Lao Liu that he was not a monster, Lao Liu would have run away shouting by now - after all, the disparity in strength between the two is too great, and there is no need to deceive at all.

"What the hell is this..." This is the only reason that Lao Liu can associate with now, he said that for so many years, he has never heard of any kung fu that has such a vision when he is cultivating.

What Lao Liu didn't notice was that from the first time he saw Zhao Li, he could feel an extremely strong oppressive force from the other party, but now, this invisible but real oppressive force is gradually converging...

Until the rising sun, Zhao Li still maintained a state of light and darkness, and Lao Liu had already eaten all the two baked cakes - after watching the Zhao Li brand fireflies all night, Lao Liu was now a little used to it, and when he was thinking about whether to find some food nearby, Zhao Li suddenly opened his eyes.

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In the original position of the stats panel, the Great Monument Wrestler has become the same thing as it is today.

Lao Liu looked at Zhao Li, who opened his eyes and still maintained a cross-knee posture, but he couldn't help but be attracted by Zhao Li's eyes, obviously they were still ordinary eyes, not particularly big, nor particularly small, and the color was normal black and brown.

But there was a strange aura that made Lao Liu involuntarily move his attention over, and as soon as he touched it, he didn't want to move away anymore, he just wanted to keep looking inside, as if there was an abyss in his eyes.

"This is already beyond the extreme martial arts envisioned by the creator of the Great Monument Wrestler. No wonder there are many new things in my mind, this can no longer be simply called a big monument wrestler, I just rely on my soul ability to successfully reach this realm..." Zhao Li slowly stood up while chewing on the upgrade this time.

Compared with the previous one, this time is another huge qualitative change.

Zhao Li raised a muscular arm, and for a moment, he saw that the muscles on the arm that were originally like lumps of metal came to life in an instant, and began to twist and become bigger, but in an instant, this arm, which was the same height as ordinary people, expanded twice, and the length extended a lot, and the original slap of the big fan also became the size of an iron pot...

Not only the arms, as long as Zhao Li thought about it, every part of his body, including the whole person, could be doubled in size - this was not some witchcraft, but the ability to deduce the use of muscles and bones to an unbelievable level by constantly excavating the power skills of the big monument wrestler.

Seeing Zhao Li, who was two and a half meters tall, holding an arm almost the size of two of himself, Lao Liu's mouth opened to the limit - he could almost plug one and a half fingers of Zhao Li's current head.

Zhao Li's mind moved again, only to see that the giant arm quickly shrank and returned to its original state.

"Let's see if my dream has a chance to come true again..." I saw that Zhao Li's metallic pimple-like muscles began to move again—this time instead of expanding, they began to contract and compress...

Lao Liu felt that not only was his mouth going to open wide because of surprise, but even his eyes were going to be squeezed out of his sockets.

Zhao Li, a two-meter-five super giant, shrank little by little during his whole experience, and finally turned into a sturdy and fierce young man of about 1.8 meters.

"Anyway, it seems that my dream will not be fulfilled - I am actually a good person. ”

Zhao Li, who has become about 1.8 meters and completely belongs to the category of normal people, touched the scar on his face that became more terrifying - because of the tightening of muscles and skin, the original huge scars that covered half of his face were also tightened more densely, and he looked more like a perverted murderer.

From the moment he knew that he had traveled to the world of martial arts, Zhao Li's ultimate dream has never changed - to be a handsome and chic peerless swordsman with a slender body, white clothes and snow, with a sharp eye, a green silk tied into a ponytail, and a green blade on his back, while chanting poems, he also has to be able to use handsome and chic peerless swordsmen such as "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky" and "Killing a Person in Ten Steps".

Now most of the conditions have been met - with Zhao Li's current martial arts cultivation, he can cut people to death with any grass, he can shout any slogan he wants, and he can grab any kind of Qingfeng sword, and as for the poetry, it is not a problem, but we are traversers, and we can plagiarize a few words.

It's a pity that being handsome and chic can't do it, I can't do it in this life, my hair can't grow out, and the scars on my face can be directly pulled to act in horror movies, I can only scare people every day, cut a few reincarnators to maintain my life, Zhao Li thought a little desperately.

"Zhao, Zhao Dasheng, please ask, this, this, what kind of magic is this..." Lao Liu cautiously asked on the side - this is a question for the sake of dreams, this kind of kung fu, I can't make it up, I can only ask the name of the person concerned.

It's definitely not appropriate to call it a big smasher, Zhao Li thought, since this kung fu is mainly about manipulating muscles and bones, and it can make the body bigger and smaller, and ever-changing, it might as well be called...

"Seventy-two changes. ”

"Huh?"

"The skill I practiced is called "Seventy-two Changes"!"

Now Zhao Li, who is 1.8 meters old, is wearing a big loose clothes, standing in the wind on the top of the mountain, and said with certainty.