Drink a tube of basic strength potion in one gulp.

Joe's face twisted sharply, and the terrible smell of fishy was like a ball of sticky glue, slowly flowing down the throat into his abdomen, and Joe felt that every inch of his body was filled with a suffocating stench.

Joe grabbed his throat with both hands and screamed hoarsely: "Who invented this damn potion, may the wild dog gnaw off his head!" ”

Compared to the diluted version of the past eighteen years, the original strength potion had a terrible taste comparable to poison.

Joe gasped in a low voice, he tried his best to ignore the terrible smell in his body, and began to run around the cultivation room in small steps, and in just a few breaths, he was sweating profusely, and his white skin was burned red.

In Joe's stomach, a huge heat exploded wildly.

It was dozens of times more powerful than the heat gushing out of his body after drinking tiger milk every night before.

Perhaps because of 'Crimson', when he was studying at the Judicial Academy, Joe, who was not too bright, inexplicably had the ability to remember and the terrifying understanding.

The content of the "Imperial Army's Basic Breathing Method" has been memorized. As he ran, Joe began to writhe strangely according to the booklet, and at the same time began to change the rhythm of his breathing, trying to catch the strange rhythm.

In the depths of his pupils, the three-round six-pointed star magic array slowly rotated, and Joe was immersed in an inexplicable wonderful state almost instantly.

His breath became long and deep, as if every inhalation would devour all the existence around him, and every exhalation seemed to spew out all the useless impurities that had accumulated in his body.

When he ran in small steps, the movements of his hands and feet and twisting his body inexplicably exuded a wild aura.

Breathing and movement combined, and gray sweat quickly flowed on Qiao Baihuahua's skin with a little black dirt the size of a pinpoint. On his body, there was a stench that was even worse than that of the basic strength potion.

Joe fell into an uncanny wonderland.

Hesse watched as if he had seen a ghost and Joe ran for a long, long time. After more than an hour, when he found that Qiao had indeed been immersed in the most correct cultivation state of the 'Basic Breathing Method', he shook his head, opened his mouth slightly, and quietly left the cultivation room with a look of disbelief.

"Joe, a genius? Of course, my son, of course, should be a genius. It's just that he hasn't shown it before, it must be like this, it must be right! ”

After Hesse left the cultivation room, about a quarter of an hour later, Laprahi's voice suddenly sounded in Joe's head.

"Inferior elixirs, too many impurities, this will make your cultivation twice as effective."

"It's your breathing ......"

The sudden appearance of Laprahi made Qiao, who was gradually immersed in some inexplicable artistic conception, and Qiao, who had already forgotten himself, twitched, his breath suddenly disordered, and his movements were suddenly unbalanced.

With a 'bang', Joe fell to the ground, and he fell into his lungs in one breath, so painful that he almost didn't cry.

"Bastard, don't pop up." Qiao muttered angrily, "Inferior potion? So, can you show me a potion that is not inferior? This is a high-end item for 100 gold marks! ”

"Is there something wrong with my breathing method?" Qiao spewed out a cloud of cold air from his nostrils: "Hesse said that this is the secret technique of the Imperial Army, and in the Imperial Army, only a very few people have mastered it, especially it is strictly forbidden to enter the people." ”

"The whole port of Tulum, except for the garrison, this is the only one! That's it, you know? Joe boasted triumphantly.

Laprahi's high-pitched voice sounded faintly: "Oh, is it? Ignorant, I'm not saying it's too bad, rather, it's a little too good. Hehe, hehe, hehe, I was really surprised, if the army of the Deren Empire, the so-called basic breathing method is at this level......"

Laplasi coughed a few times, and Joe could even sketch in his mind what it looked like the guy was swallowing clouds and then choking on the smoke.

After a long while, Laplasie's voice came again: "However, no matter how good the breathing method is, it is only the work of the shallow wisdom of the ignorant, and it is not worth mentioning, it is not worth mentioning...... But if you like it, then the generous Laprahi will tailor some special services for you. ”

"Life is long, you and I accompany each other, the first time we meet, just as a small gift I give, you don't have to have any gratitude."

"Well, wait for me for a while, let me think about what this gift should look like."

Joe was lying on the ground, squinting, deep in his pupils, the three-circle six-pointed star magic array was slowly rotating, and his brain was extremely calm and awake at the moment. He began to ponder the meaning of Laplasie's words, word by word.

If Laplaci is truly omniscient.

Well, he's worth more than Joe could have imagined.

In the same way, Hesse's "Imperial Army Basic Breathing Method", which was so frivolous, so dismissive, and indifferent to Joe, was not so simple.

But why did Hesse make such an excuse?

Because it's contraband?

"Isn't it just a bit of contraband? It's so nerve-wracking. Joe pouted: "You thought I was a kid and didn't know where the gold medal rum in the family's port warehouse came from?" Of the 100 boxes, 99 were smuggled goods. Isn't it just a bit of contraband? ”

"Pretending, this breathing method must come from the wrong way, but it doesn't matter. Good stuff, it's all contraband. ”

Standing up, Joe continued to run around the training room. While capturing the strange breathing rate, he used a strange rhythm, flicking his arms and twisting his body, which made his running appearance very strange, and strange wildness flowed out of his body again.

In his eyes, a faint crimson was circulating, and the anger in his heart was breeding and spreading.

The magic array in Qiao's pupils swirled and swirled, emitting invisible fluctuations, suppressing the rag that was spreading in his heart.

Qiao's cultivation room went deep underground, directly above the cultivation room, separated by ten feet of boulder bricks, and twenty feet of earth, and on the ground were twelve plane trees surrounded by a circle.

The three of them hugged the thick plane trees for quite a long time, they formed a circle with a diameter of 100 feet, and their branches were staggered together dozens of feet above the ground, and above the circular clearing, a huge wooden tree house was supported.

The circular treehouse, with the exception of one window that was open in the direction of Tulun Harbour, was closed and tightly closed, blocking all light and prying eyes.

By the only open window, Hesse sat at a square table with a cigar in his mouth, holding a bottle of gold medal rum, and poured himself a large glass of 'coo dong'.

After shaking the small half-bottle left, Hesse reached out and grabbed another crystal wine glass, carefully dripping three drops of amber liquor into it, and then put the glass down heavily.

Putting down the bottle, Hesse grabbed a bottle of natural gas soaking water from the wine cabinet behind him, pulled out the stopper, shook it, and filled the glass with a 'goo-doo'.

The amber liquor is quickly diluted by sparkling water.

Hesse put down the water bottle, the cigar in his mouth moved, and a sentence came out of the corner of his mouth: "As a man, you should drink a lot." ”

On the opposite side of the square table, a heavy velvet curtain hung down, and the rising moonlight fell on the curtain, casting a large black shadow on the opposite side of the square table, and a man in a long cloak was completely hidden in the black shadow.

Hearing Hesse's words, the man smiled in a low voice, stretched out a hand wearing black silk gloves, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and raised it to Hesse: "Drink, misunderstand." Don't drink, sad. So, meaning meaning, is enough. ”

The man spoke with a single glance, with a very brief pause between each word, as if every word he said had been said after careful consideration.

Hesse laughed and placed the cigar in his mouth on a crystal ashtray, and he picked up a full glass of rum and slammed it with the man.

Hesse drank a full glass of wine, and the man brought it to his lips and took a shallow sip.

Hesse's face drooped, and his beard became weak.

"I think back then, you drank better than me!" Hesse snorted.

"Even now, I still drink better than you, but drinking, after all, it's a mistake, isn't it?" The man smiled and put down his glass: "So, let's get down to business." ”

"Joe actually relied on his own strength to open the sea of power." The man's fingers tapped on the table: "I originally thought that with his physical condition, it would be delayed for at least three to five years!" ”

Hesse rolled his eyes, glanced at him, and sneered: "Joe is my son of Hesse, and my Weitu family has only one advantage, and that is to be rich." Even if it is a weak little lamb, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can raise a bear! ”

Filling himself with another glass of wine, Hesse sighed: "However, it is indeed beyond my expectations, originally I thought that although the accumulation of life energy was completed, with his character, it would take at least a few months for the water to overflow and naturally open up the sea of power." ”

Gently patting his chest, Hesse said a little scared: "I really didn't expect that last night was so dangerous, he actually broke through the battle." ”

The man's fingers tapped heavily on the table: "Danger? Instead of thinking too much about the danger, think more about the responsibility he has to bear. Just like Gorkin, just like Tifa......"

Hesse was silent.

He picked up his glass and drank it down.

"Responsibility, responsibility, responsibility......" Hesse played with his wine glass: "Open the sea of power and practice that breathing method, I only hope that Joe has enough strength to protect himself." As for responsibility......

As soon as the conversation changed, Hesse began to describe the whole process of him teaching Joe the breathing method, and Joe went straight to the right track of cultivation without hindrance: "Perhaps, it is really the favor of the gods, after last night, I feel like Joe is a different person." ”

The man stood up suddenly, raised his arms and shouted in a low voice: "This breathing method, before him, the one with the record and the fastest entry, also took a full month, a full month!" ”

The man hissed, "And Joe, how long did it take him?" Quite a while? It's fate, and Joe must take responsibility! ”

Putting down the wine glass heavily, Hesse stood up and smashed his fist into the man's face, and the man fell to the ground and lay on the ground for a long time without moving.

"Can you believe it? Destiny? Leah will stab you to death with a sword! This may be your future destiny! ”

The man lay on the ground, and after a long while, he said slowly: "Responsibility, can't, avoid." ”