Yan Long's consciousness came to the system and spoke the question in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The system's answer to this question was beyond Yan Long's expectations!

"There is nothing wrong with the level, because in this dimensional world, the determination of the level of force is calculated according to the internal force, and the person with the higher internal strength value will have a higher level. ”

"Your current internal strength value is only at the level of the acquired intermediate level, so your apparent martial arts level is naturally the acquired intermediate level. ”

For these formulaic standard nonsense, Yan Long can't give up.

He asked again, "Then why do I think that my strength, body technique, judgment, and reaction are so much higher than those of the middle level?"

The system replied in a cold mechanical voice as always: "That's because your possessed killing god is Li Yuanba, and his talent lies in the ability to exert his internal force potential to the extreme. Ordinary martial artists can only exert twice the power with a point of internal force in their hands, but in the hands of Li Yuanba, they can usually burst 5 times or even 6 times the power. This can be seen from the amount of vitality burst in your attribute value. ”

Yan Long took a look at the amount of vitality explosion in his attribute value, and it was indeed marked "5 times - 6 times", he understood the meaning of the system, so he continued to confirm: "In other words, although my current internal force level is only the middle level of the Acquired Realm, in fact, the power when I do it is 5 to 6 times that of this realm?!"

The system said: "Yes! Most people's internal force burst is 1, that is, on the basis of internal force, exert the corresponding power." Only Li Yuanba has a unique talent in this area, and this talent will continue to grow stronger with the improvement of cultivation, when Li Yuanba single-handedly broke the eighteenth road against the king in the Purple Mountain, it was certainly because of the blessing of his master Ziyang Zhenren's Xuan Li, but it was also related to his super talent. ”

Yan Long was secretly glad in his heart: "Fortunately, I chose Li Yuanba at that time!"

In an instant, consciousness returns from the system to reality.

Yan Long finally saw his cell.

Cell.

Not too.

However, it is well equipped, and it looks relatively clean.

The jailer unshackled him and pushed him inside.

In a few moments, the food was stuffed through the small hole in the bottom of the iron door.

The quality of the food is needless to mention...... Anyway, you can't eat the dead.

Yan Long's brows furrowed as soon as he saw these pig food-like things, he had always been picky about his diet, even in the harshest environments.

However, instead of throwing them aside, he ate them all.

He now needs to recover as much as possible.

He knew that Jin Yiwei was not a fool, he was a fifteen-year-old boy who had never studied martial arts, and after being stabbed three times, not only could not die, but also killed a hall master of the gangster in seconds soon after the "resurrection".

"How can I put my lie past without revealing the secret of my god-killing system?"

After synthesizing all the memories and knowledge of the two lives, and conducting a strict organization of detailed analysis, Yan Long found the capital of the fool!

That's Xuandao!

What is Xuandao? Deeperly speaking, it is the beginning of heaven and earth, the mother of all things. To put it simply, it's an epiphany.

Epiphany is about fate.

Fate is such a thing, it doesn't mean that there is, but if you say it has, it must be there, after all, the world is so big, there are so many wonders, it is not difficult to get some fate!

After eating, Yan Long began to lie on the bed and sleep, he was now in a cell, and his every move must be monitored by the Jinyi guard, so the best action was not to act.

But his mind is always methodically organizing the context, the language in which he speaks, and what to do if something unexpected happens.

This is a good habit he developed when he was a professional killer in his previous life.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and his consciousness came to the system space again.

"I want to exchange for cultivation exercises!"

The system replied: "Your current God Killing Point value is too low, and there are not many useful exercises available for exchange." ”

"Whether it's useful or wasteful, put it all together! I'll pick it myself!"

The system emitted a series of search beeps, and after a while, the system said: "All the exchangeable exercises are ready, please click on the exercise column and choose for yourself!"

Yan Long opened the exercise column, only to see that there were more than a dozen martial arts cheats on it.

There are all kinds of martial arts such as grappling, Five Elements Fist, Xingyi Fist, Qingfeng Sword Technique, etc., but these martial arts techniques mainly focus on the cultivation of the body and moves, and they cannot allow martial artists to practice to the height of the acquired realm or even the innate realm, so Yan Long skipped not to choose.

Among the remaining exercises, Yan Long took a fancy to three.

"Which one should I choose?" "The remnant of the Pulp Washing Sutra, the remnant of the Mingzhao Divine Skill, and the remnant of the Divine Skill of the Wedding Dress, which one should I choose?" Yan Long muttered.

"Which one is the most expensive?" he asked the system.

"The remnants of the Washing the Marrow Sutra will use up to 2,350 God Killing Points!"

"Alas, let's change it, who told me to make a big fool with sincerity!" Yan Long said with a sigh.

With a crisp sound, the system made a machine voice and said, "The exchange is successful! Now start the implantation of the exercises!"

Yan Long immediately felt that a large amount of exercise information began to enter his mind.

Immediately, the voice of the system sounded: "The host exchanges the remnants of the marrow washing scripture exercises, and it is worth two thousand three hundred and fifty points to kill the gods, and the remaining killing gods are worth fifty points!"

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It didn't take long for the cell door to be rudely opened, and the cold voice of the jailer sounded overhead: "Yan Long, get up!"

"What are you doing, where are you going?" Yan Long asked when he saw that the two brocade guards were putting blackiron shackles on themselves.

No one answered him.

The two jailers didn't seem to be in a good mood, and they kept a cold face all the time, as if Yan Long owed them a lot of money.

Before Yan Long was about to ask something more, they shouted at Yan Long to shut up, and pushed Yan Long hard towards the bottom cell of the Imperial Prison.

Yan Long didn't care about the shackles he was wearing on his body, because he could break them at any time if he wanted to. He was just curious where the two jailers wanted to take him?

He already had several extremely bad scenarios in mind, including plans to break the shackles and escape from prison.

The scale of the Imperial Prison is large, distributed in five directions, east, west, south, north and middle, like a spider web, five interconnected prison groups have been built, which are called East Warehouse, South Warehouse, West Warehouse, North Warehouse and Middle Warehouse.

Due to the fact that Duke Wei's family was full of enemies all over the world, there were too many people to be imprisoned, and the original capacity of the old prison was completely insufficient, so under the instruction of Duke Wei at the age of 9,000, it was expanded several times on the original basis.

There was not enough land on the ground, so it was extended underground, and by the time it was completed, a total of eighteen floors had been expanded underground, becoming a veritable eighteen layers of hell!

Now Yan Long is going to the third layer of the Zhongcang Hell.

In the passage of the barn, as always, the light was insufficient, and in some places, it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, except for the smell of defecation, it was the smell of blood.

Yan Long walked through these places with an indifferent expression, he had stayed in places worse than this, compared to this, this place was already a happy paradise.

When I came to the door of a large torture room, the heavy iron door opened.

Entering the house, Yan Long saw three people at a glance.

All three are old acquaintances!

One is Liu Qiao, the commander of Jinyiwei, the other is Xu Xianchun, the commander of Jinyiwei, and the other is Zhang Yang, the envoy of Beizhen, who manages the Beizhen Fusi Prison.

Without a doubt, it was a high-profile meet-and-greet.

The leading characters in Jinyiwei came three at once, just to see him!

- A family member of a prisoner!

――A fifteen-year-old boy who was already preparing to surrender to Cheng Jinyiwei!

This is absolutely extraordinary.

Yan Long knew that the storm was coming!