On the second day of the self-created professional test battle, at about half past five in the morning, a pale white and translucent light shone into the ashram along the window. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Even if he was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger when he fell, the strong biological clock instinct still allowed Zhu Peng to regain consciousness in his recliner.

At this moment, most of the wounds on his body had healed, and some of the more serious parts had obviously been carefully bandaged. Sitting up from the recliner, the sluggish qi and blood in his body began to surge again, as if he was alive again, and Zhu Peng's whole body was full of exuberant energy.

"This abnormal rate of recovery...... Is it because of the talent for tenacity?"

Raise your hands and clench your fists slightly. As a profound Chinese Guoshu boxer, Zhu Peng, who has an extremely clear understanding of his own strength, is very aware that his physical strength, which has been improved to a relative limit in the Earth Era, has been increased again.

The rapid recovery of vitality is due to the activated tenacity talent, and the further strengthening of the physical muscles is due to the irrigation and nourishment of dark energy particles, which are diffused with abundant energy particles in the air, which is really an external condition that cannot be possessed in the Earth era. Although it is a bit unconscionable to say this, from the perspective of the environment alone, compared to the earth in the end of the Dharma era, the environment of the Abyss City is simply a paradise for the Chinese national artists, and the cultivation path that has been exhausted has once again the possibility of breaking through again.

Thinking about it, Zhu Peng pressed his head and eyebrows with the palm of his hand again.

With the spread of qi and blood, his mind became clearer and clearer, and Zhu Peng gradually recalled everything that happened last night: he was carried upstairs by Yi Wen's arms in a daze yesterday, took out the key to open his room, and then slept on the recliner in the cultivation room he was most familiar with.

I can't remember exactly what else happened in the process. At that time, he was too tired, and Yiwen was quite relieved to have Yiwen by his side, so he didn't force himself to regain consciousness, and the compulsion of potential also had to be analyzed on a case-by-case basis.

Shining in the fresh morning light, in addition to the spacious hall where Zhu Peng practiced martial arts and boxing, there were also wooden tables and bookshelves with toolboxes in the corners of the room.

A mutilated arm soaked in formalin and wrapped in a solid bandage was placed on the table, and if it were an ordinary person, it would be terrifying to see this scene suddenly. But for wizards, especially dark wizards, Zhu Peng's "collection" is a little shabby among apprentices.

Zhu Peng had entered the meditation room of the ghost-shaped man, and on the rows of bookshelves, in addition to the rich collection of books and a large number of spars that bound the soul fire, there were also all kinds of mutilated limbs:

Elven heads soaked in glassware, giant crescent-like monster blades, brass-colored Zerg mouthparts, dragon's horns, embalming heads specially made by the Plateau Barbarian Witch Priests, and even a pitch-black scaly arm holding a stone magic sword, a demonic arm that is still alive and may even be self-aware...... The meditation room of the ghost-shaped people is simply an alternative display of the diversity of species in the heavenly world.

It was the collection of a veteran dark wizard, a symbol of experience, profound knowledge and terrifying power.

Zhu Peng will gradually enrich his collection in the future.

Slay powerful lifeforms, capture their souls, and sever off their proudest powerful organs, filling their own museums without the energy to dispose of. And unlike now, if there is no satisfactory collection, not to mention, you can't keep a single one.

Zhu Peng is in dire need of strength now, and there is no room for each collection to be placed for the time being.

After carefully examining the embalmed orc arm, and after admiring Evin's beautiful technique, he placed it on the mostly empty bookshelf along with the soul-bound hedron, and then stretched his arms and chests, intending to take a shower before crafting new cards.

The mind is full of thoughts, and in a home where you can rest assured, the perception that is usually extremely sharp will inevitably be weakened. At the moment when Zhu Pengxin pushed open the bathroom door, the door was opened first.

The silver-haired girl who had just taken a shower and looked more and more delicate and beautiful walked out of the bathroom, she was wearing Zhu Peng's white T-shirt and collector's underwear attached to the Tai Chi diagram, humming a song while wiping her wet silver long hair with a towel.

The moment the female elf suddenly appeared, Zhu Peng suddenly bent down in front of Yiwen as if he had been punched in the lower abdomen.

“...... Why are you here?" asked the silver-haired elf, stunned, a little dumbfounded.

"Nonsense, this is my home. Get out of the way and rush to the toilet. Pulling away the personal RBQ that was still missing a string in his head over a hundred and sixty years old, Zhu Peng entered the bathroom and stuck his head in the pool, until he was about to hold his breath and suffocate to death, then raised his head. Yi Wen doesn't know what kind of charm she has for males just now, or that the elves are handsome men and beautiful women, and Yi Wen can talk about beautiful women among them, but she can't close the gap, so she doesn't have a clear understanding of this.

She doesn't know, no, she never will. At that moment just now, Zhu Peng almost wanted to ignore the child's qigong that he had cultivated for more than 20 years, and let this stupid X elf know what is called the same Ling X and what RBQ should be treated.

"Yiwen, you wait for me, you remember for Lao Tzu...... After Lao Tzu cultivates to Danjin, he will let you know how terrible the Wudang monk who has changed from pure yang to melting yang is. With red cheeks, Zhu Peng gritted his teeth at the mirror in the bathroom. In fact, the most brilliant pure yang boy pays attention to the heart if the heart is dry well, and the waves are not prosperous, until there is no leakage of the fairyland.

But in the 21st century of the information explosion, even if you live in the deep mountains and old forests, there may be a poster of a half-** person floating in the sky, and you still want to cultivate the most brilliant child's skills?

Due to the limitations of the external environment, the difficulty of his cultivation has completely exploded. Fortunately, although Zhu Peng's Pure Yang Boy Skill is a bit second-rate in the realm, many times he does not pay attention to concentration and relies on forbearance, but as long as there is a girl like Yiwen who has a stunning face and attractive posture but lacks a string in her brain, she will follow.

It is completely conceivable that in the process of cultivation, he must have sharpened a lot, and these "sharpenings" can greatly flatten the gap between second-rate and first-rate children's qigong.

"Zhu Peng, what are you doing inside? My underwear is still inside, you let me go in and get it." ”

The whispers floated in outside the crack in the door, but in fact, Yiwen was still the usual voice, but the mood was different, and the same voice was heard at different times, which brought completely different effects. Zhu Peng, who had just finished being ruthless, shook his head with his arms in his arms, only to feel that the excessively strong and vigorous qi and blood that had been exercised by cultivating Tongzigong were about to explode Xiao Zhu Peng......

"Wait, I'll ...... No, you come in and fetch it yourself. After a long time, Zhu Peng roared hoarsely in the bathroom.