Early the next morning, Chen Li yawned and pushed the door open.

The man who happened to see Zhou Hong was about to go out.

This person's surname is Gao Mingbo, tall and burly, his slightly squinted eyes occasionally flash with fierce energy, it is said that the other party is in the late stage of Qi training, usually living in a simple place, leaving early and returning late every day, Chen Li has rarely seen it.

"Gao Daoyou, are you going out?" Chen Li bowed his hand stiffly, and was inexplicably a little short of breath.

"Hmm!" Gao Bo was silent, glanced at Chen Li, nodded, and left in a hurry.

The other party's cold attitude, Chen Li didn't care, turned around and went back to the house, and couldn't help but scold himself:

'Really, what a weak heart. ’

'Inexplicable! ’

……

More than ten days later.

Early in the morning, Chen Li, who had been doing psychological construction for several days, gritted his teeth and walked towards the wilderness with all his arms.

These days, his swordsmanship has long broken through to mastery.

The realm of swordsmanship proficiency did give him a lot of surprises.

This realm requires controlling every muscle in the body, integrating the strength of the whole body, and condensing into a bundle, compared to the proficiency stage, the power is not only doubled, even if an ordinary person swings a sword at will, the power is amazing.

It's just that the subtle control of the body's muscles is too difficult.

Even with the previous foundation, and it was still a gradual breakthrough, Chen Li still spent a full week of hard training before he was thoroughly digested and absorbed by him and formed muscle memory.

In addition, during this period, he broke through to the master-level 'spiritual power snap fingers'

Chen Li, who was 'miraculous', was finally ready to move, and he couldn't help but want to go to the field to try his sword.

……

Walking on the road, he couldn't help but touch the two high-grade talismans placed close to his chest.

A light talisman: two lower-grade spirit stones.

One amulet: 4 low-grade spirit stones.

The former is used for running away, and the latter is for self-defense.

For these two talismans, he spent most of his savings.

Except for the spirit stone at hand and some gold left, there is really no point.

"Alas, I'm still poor." Chen Li sighed.

There are too many good things in Fang City, he can only look at most of them, as a casual cultivator who cultivates qi and draws talismans for a living, food and clothing are enough, but it is impossible to live a better life.

"Fortunately, if these two talismans are not used, they can still be sold back to Fang City, but they are not really spent." He kept thinking about it.

"I can now draw an evil talisman every day, with an average success rate of about 4.50%, deducting the material cost of buying 'talisman skin' and 'blood ink', and it is estimated that I can enter 9 lower-grade spirit stones.

As for the monthly cost:

Rent, 1 piece.

The consumption of Lingmi per month is 3 pieces.

Plus other bits and pieces, 1 piece.

You can have 4 pills left every month. ”

Chen thought about it and felt that this income was not bad.

If you live alone, you will be even more comfortable than the earth.

"If you can make your own 'talisman skin' and make your own 'blood ink', then the balance is estimated to be doubled."

"No wonder the original owner lived such a nourishing life, and he could still go to ...... often"

Thinking of this, Chen Li secretly hated that he had not inherited the relevant memories of the original owner, but instead caused a commotion.

As soon as you walk out of the shantytown, the surroundings quickly become desolate, and the rolling dark green mountains in the distance, like sleeping dragons, lie quietly on their stomachs.

He stopped his messy thoughts and became vigilant.

A trampled path zigzags into the distance, overgrown with weeds on both sides of the path, and small trees are sparsely and lonely. The whole wilderness was littered with traces of burning fire.

White bones can be seen everywhere here, and a human skull can even be seen not far away.

Chen Li couldn't help but beat a little drum in his heart.

But thinking that I couldn't stay in a safe area for the rest of my life, I mustered up the courage to walk forward.

……

The surrounding grass began to grow dense, almost waist-high, and the nearby trees gradually increased, and occasionally a high-pitched, strange cry resounded through the wilderness, making people feel creepy.

An unknown small insect, which seemed to be alarmed by the sound of footsteps, quickly flew up with its feet and wings.

However, it has not yet flown a foot high.

The next moment.

An invisible force smashed it to pieces, and the strength was not stopped, and it pierced a small tree three meters away.

Master-level 'Spiritual Power Flicks'.

"Whew!"

Chen Li stared nervously at the grass for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and the scattered cultivation in the distance, talking and laughing, walked in groups, and there was a faint sound floating.

"It's too nervous, relax, relax."

Chen Li shook the hilt of the sword, which was a little wet, took a few deep breaths, and continued to move forward with a serious face.

"Ahh

A mouse-like creature as big as a kitten and a conspiratorial lurking swoops out its head suddenly.

"Ahh

A sneaky lizard is broken in two.

"Ahh

A large bird that passed by at a low altitude with bad intentions was blown into blood foam by volley

"Ahh

A beast that watched from afar, with unknown intentions, died.

"Ahh

……

The master-level 'Spiritual Power Flick Finger' has a killing range of up to fifty meters.

Within twenty meters, the power pierces the golden cracked stone.

He did the experiments secretly.

Within 20 meters, an ordinary tree with a thickness of 30 centimeters was directly pierced.

Coupled with the practice of more than a month, day after day, especially the subtle control of muscles after mastering swordsmanship, at least within twenty meters, he completely pointed to where to fight, almost every shot.

Chen Li was suspicious all the way, his nerves were highly tense, and he didn't know how many unjust souls had died under his 'spiritual power snap of his fingers', and he couldn't see it.

It wasn't until he felt that one-third of his spiritual power had been consumed that he cautiously stopped.

Then draw your sword, keep walking, keep killing.

After walking for more than an hour, Chen Li did not encounter a decent beast, let alone any danger.

The most killed are insects, all kinds of insects.

"I often pass by here for casual cultivation, and it's obviously already familiar, and it is estimated that no beasts dare to approach here."

He looked in the distance, and soon after, it was the primeval forest area, he hesitated in his heart, thinking of the possible demon beasts, and the scattered cultivation that could not distinguish between good and evil, so he decided to return the same way.

The intensity of this trial was enough.

Not only did I have a preliminary experience of the situation in the field, but also exercised my courage, and I also experienced 'actual combat'.

Kill three birds with one stone.

It was a successful trial.

As for going to the forest, there are too many uncontrollable factors.

After all, he is also a humble and weak little casual cultivator of the third level of Qi cultivation, so it is better not to waste well.

He is still young and has a good lifespan, not to mention that he is now immortal and has unlimited potential.

It's better to wait until you get stronger.

……

On the way back, he couldn't help but run all the way, he ran faster and faster, and began to mobilize the muscles of his whole body, gradually, he stepped four or five meters away with each step, and breathed at a distance of 100 meters.

A loose cultivator in the distance looked at him in surprise:

"Is this a light talisman, this Taoist friend is really extravagant."