Chapter 130: Huaicheng
"You really guessed it, it's for the prize. The prizes are Gongfa and Immortal Sword, so of course I can't miss it. "Even if the immortal cultivation module has been awakened, it is too troublesome to find the materials of the formula inside, Zhang Chen has no clue, and he has not yet printed out any immortal cultivation techniques and equipment.
Therefore, it is a very good choice to compete in competitions and fairy swords like this. At the same time, if you can get a reward, you can even take this opportunity to join the Yuanying Cultivator Alliance and get a position in it.
It is said that he can be a squad leader, or at least the position of leading a group of supernatural beings.
Zhang Chen can control this position with his second identity, maybe he can understand some things within the cultivators, especially Zhang Chen is very curious about who the three Venerables who destroyed the bloody corpse disaster in Hangzhou City are?
"You are really bold, you know that there are tigers in the mountains, and you prefer to go to the tiger mountains." Zhang Yuxi suddenly felt that she admired Zhang Chen very much.
"Guts are essential in the end of the world, but what I'm really worried about is not this, you brother and I are worried that I am not as good as others and will not be able to win the jackpot. Among the supernatural people, I should belong to the top of the rankings, but if I think of the first, it depends on the composition of the contestants. Zhang Chen glanced at his hands and clenched them into fists.
The strength is still not enough.
"Within this month, I must try my best to cultivate the Seven Absolute Swords to a new level. In the period before going out hunting tonight, let's use it to cultivate the Seven Peerless Swords! Zhang Chen muttered to himself in his heart.
He returned to his room, meditating cross-legged as usual, and entered the state of comprehending the Seven Absolute Swords.
Jian Gang, Imperial Qi, Condensing Qi, Imperial Spirit......
At present, Zhang Chen can only easily control the first two decisions, and even the second decision is replaced by the special function of the Imperial Object, so it is difficult to regard it as control.
As for the third and fourth decisive qi condensation and imperial spirits, the difficulty is so strong that Zhang Chen is still only at the point where a blind man touches an elephant, which is not a beginner, but it is easy to enter a state of understanding.
This is a meticulous work, which requires perseverance and understanding, and how much can be penetrated, one is to look at the understanding, and the other is to look at the time.
And now Zhang Chen is seizing the time and striving to comprehend more within a month, so that he can cope with the cultivator's recruit competition in a month.
He condensed the aura in the palm of his hand, tried to imagine the shape of a vase in the palm of his hand, and let the aura shape what he thought in his heart, and after a while, hot sweat flowed down his forehead.
After a while, Zhang Chen was already sweating hotly, he wiped the sweat on his face with his other hand, opened his eyes and looked at the aura in his hand.
The form of the aura directly became an irregular sphere, far from the vase form he had in mind.
But there has been some progress anyway.
Zhang Chen felt mental fatigue, cultivation is not an easy job, accompanied by sleepiness, boredom and all kinds of discomfort, every progress is a break of inherent habits, to let the body break the shackles of habits, let yourself live a new ability, this is not just a casual talk can be done, you need to be down-to-earth, step by step to verify your determination.
Soon, Zhang Chen entered a state of emptiness, in which he was able to send out all distracting thoughts and focus all his concentration on cultivation instead of continuing to be affected by negative emotions.
In this state, Zhang Chen's efficiency has improved a lot.
Finally in the evening, the dim light in the room woke up Zhang Chen who was cultivating, and the hunger in his stomach reminded him that he should eat dinner, Zhang Chen opened his eyes, although he was exhausted by experiencing condensation for a long time, he felt a little refreshed in his mental strength, this feeling was as if the spiritual world had been expanded.
Zhang Chen yawned, stretched his waist, and jumped up from the bed.
At the dinner table, Zhang Chen was eating dinner, and Zhang Yuxi and the others also finished their respective activities and ate at the table together.
After the bloody corpse catastrophe, everyone felt the pressure of the end more and more, silently increased the training difficulty of several bodies, and even felt that the gap with Zhang Chen was getting farther and farther away, and felt the pressure.
There was silence at the dinner table, they were thinking about things in their hearts, Zhang Chen said, "After eating, rest for half an hour, we are going to Huaicheng tonight, the journey is a little farther, and because of the distance, it is difficult to guarantee whether there are any terrible monsters over there." ”
"Everyone knows the situation in Huaicheng, the power system of that place was paralyzed soon after the end of the world, and then lost contact with the outside world. The rescue operation after the apocalypse is not yet mature, and the cities are too busy to take care of themselves, and it is too late to rescue each other, and there has been no response from Huaicheng for several months. ”
Before eating, Zhang Chen also checked the news about Huaicheng on the Internet, and only found a few sporadic news, one of which was the paralysis of the power system, which is relatively common in the apocalypse.
There are other news, talking about monsters that ran out of Huaicheng, among which there are many sheep-headed monsters and minotaurs.
With Zhang Chen's current strength, killing the sheep-headed monster is not a problem, but killing the minotaur also needs to cooperate with Wang Li, otherwise his attack may not be able to penetrate the minotaur's defense.
"Over there in Huaicheng, I've heard from a few friends that the situation is very bad." Wang Huan said, "Like me, they are all journalists, and they once formed a mission to explore Huaicheng, but their operation at that time failed, and they were blocked by a group of powerful mutant monsters when they couldn't enter Huaicheng at all, and they had no choice but to retreat." ”
"Don't be afraid, it's just that you encounter a really strong monster, we have a three-headed dog on top, if the three-headed dog is not an opponent, there will be Lu Bu at that time, and now Lu Bu is very strong."
After Zhang Chen finished speaking, a look appeared on Lu Bu's face, who was watching TV on the sofa, like the joy of being praised by his master.
Although the current Lu Bu is only the appearance of a four- or five-year-old child, his IQ is not low, and his mental age is almost twenty years old.
What's more, he is still very strong, and he listens to Zhang Chen's words very much.
As Zhang Chen's summoned creature, the blood corpse, Lu Bu absolutely obeyed his master's orders.
Even if his master asked him to die, he would not hesitate to commit suicide.
But when Zhang Chen was eating, Lu Bu didn't need to eat, the blood corpse only needed to devour flesh and blood to grow, even if he didn't eat for the rest of his life, he would be fine.
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In the dilapidated streets, there are potholes on the ground that do not look like man-made, and spider web-like cracks appear on the holes, spreading out more than ten meters in range. Can you imagine what a terrible blow it was to bring the ground to this shape?
Around the crater, several corpses that had decomposed to the appearance of human beings were lying in a row, and there were dense flies on their bodies that were making a "buzzing" sound, circling and not dispersing.
Not far away, the crow flew to the dead branches, let out a few mournful screams, turned its head sideways, and its blood-red eyes seemed to be bleeding.
In the newspaper office not far away, a transparent cold wind blew, and pages of worn-out blood-stained newspapers came out of it, and the sound of turning pages alarmed the crows on the dead branches, and a few black feathers fluttered in the dark night air.
The feather eventually fell to the ground and was trampled on by a foot wearing black running shoes.
Looking up, I saw that this person was wearing a black jeans, black and gray long sleeves, which were covered with armor, and the edges and corners of the armor could be seen, and the wrinkle marks were protruding on the long sleeves.