The scorching heat and bone-chilling cold slowly faded. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It turned into a warm current, moisturizing, and surrounding his whole body.

Zhang Ang felt as if he had returned to his mother's body, wrapped in warm amniotic fluid, extremely comfortable and reassuring.

I don't want to think about anything, I don't want to think about anything, I just want to wander quietly, sleep in this water, and don't want to wake up.

I don't know how long it took for Zhang Ang's thinking to return.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

......

One question after another appeared in his mind out of thin air, making him have to think hard and find answers in a chaotic mind.

"I'm Zhang Ang!" The first answer was found.

"I'll go to the Xuanwu Hall again. The second answer was turned out.

"I swallowed a strange elixir and am now pretending. The third answer was discovered.

......

One problem after another is solved, and the chaotic mind is sorted out, becoming organized and becoming clear and clear.

Suddenly, Zhang Ang opened his eyes.

The pitch-black basalt monument still stood silently in front of him, but there was a mess around him.

His clothes were burned, and Chigo's body was covered in a thick layer of charred black, and there were bits of ice that had not melted.

The ground around the body was also scorched black mixed with ice slag, making the originally shiny ground dirty.

Standing up and moving his muscles and bones slightly, Zhang Ang felt that he had never been better, not only with a clear mind, but also with a light body, strong limbs, indescribable ease and leisure, and the original sick and weak appearance was simply like two people.

Of course, the most important thing is the dantian, Zhang Ang's careful luck and internal strength, and he went to the dantian.

The dantian, which was originally broken everywhere and leaking air everywhere, is now intact, and it is very different from the original appearance, as if it is more wide, and there is some crystal clear feeling, which makes people feel more tough, firmer, and more flawless.

But this didn't surprise Zhang Ang much, what really surprised him was a golden bead floating in the void in the dantian, and there was faintly an invisible flame burning on this bead.

What is this? Zhang Ang touched his blackened bald head.

Could it be the legendary Jin Dan? No, even if it is to cultivate immortals, it is not necessary to refine qi first, and then build a foundation, and then Jin Dan, isn't this a bit big?

Oh, by the way, don't I have a natural supernatural power, Zhang Ang hurriedly picked up the "Eye of Data" and looked at himself.

Zhang Ang (Leon Leonardo)

Rank: Full-fledged samurai

Talent: Innate Dao Body

Divine Power: The Eye of Data, Wai Dan Daoji

Strength: 18

Dexterity: 16

Constitution: 17

Spirit: 36

Martial arts: Ku Ding Jie Niu Knife Method (perfect), basic swordsmanship skills (mastery), martial arts applications and analysis of 24 different chef knives (beginners), Bibo Shengong (not started), Wedding Dress Shengong (not started), Michelin Traditional Internal Skills (not started), Michelin Secret Internal Skills (not started), Belonica Bullfighting Dance (first glimpse of the door), Tiyun Zong (first glimpse of the door).

Stunt: Cooking (Grandmaster)

Oh,, what the hell is this innate Dao body, what the hell is the Waidan Dao Ji, it sounds so powerful, am I embarking on the road of cultivation?

Zhang Ang had a ghostly expression on his face, but this could not hide the excitement and ecstasy in his heart, and he shouted a few times with joy before he calmed down and sat down cross-legged again.

Now that this talent is so rebellious, wouldn't it be a pity not to practice.

The internal strength of "Michelin Secret Internal Strength" slowly appeared in his mind, and he also began to practice internal strength according to the recipes inside.

One week passed, two weeks passed, three weeks passed......

Zhang Ang's luck is becoming more and more proficient, what he didn't understand at first, but now he suddenly understands it after a little thought, and the twelve canons, the eight veins of the Qi Jing are all unblocked, without the slightest blockage, and the internal force is also gathering faster and faster, more and more.

Compared with the hard work, difficulty, and inadmissibility of practicing in the past, now it is like a wheelchair replaced by a space shuttle, and the speed is completely one in the sky and one underground, and this extreme speed is simply unstoppable. At this time, Zhang Ang ran for thirty-six weeks, until the dantian was overflowing and could no longer gather, and he reluctantly stopped his luck.

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment and satisfaction filled his heart, making him laugh out loud again.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and the golden bead in the dantian actually slowly rotated.

With the rotation of the beads, the full internal qi in the dantian was slowly absorbed by it, and slowly decreased, and finally there was no trace of internal qi in the dantian.

Uh, what the hell is this?

Zhang Ang hurriedly exercised again and accumulated internal qi. Not surprisingly, once the inner qi in the dantian overflowed, the golden beads began to rotate and absorb, absorbing those internal qi empty.

After a few more careful observations, Zhang Ang found that the golden bead seemed to have become a little larger, and the illusory flames burning on it seemed to be a little more vigorous.

This, no matter how you think about it, it won't be a bad thing, Zhang Ang silently comforted himself.

However, I've been here long enough, I don't know how many days it has been, so let's go out first, at least wash your body first, otherwise this dirty practice won't look like words.

Reaching out and touching the Xuanwu Monument, Zhang Ang was rumored out of the Xuanwu Palace.

Waking up from a deep black dream, Zhang Ang hurriedly checked himself.

Sure enough, his whole body was red, scorched black with water droplets, his clothes were all scorched, and even the hairs such as his hair and eyebrows were all burned clean, and now he was a scorched black man, all of which told him that it was not a dream just now, and he was now a powerful peerless genius!

Look out the window, the sky is still cloudy, Zhang Ang doesn't understand, he should have been missing for a few days, why didn't Master Bernard come to look for him?

But he didn't care about it now, so he took some toiletries, went to the backyard, fetched buckets of water from the well, and struggled to rub the black mud off his body.

After working for most of the day, Zhang Ang freshened up, and now his skin is fair and translucent, his face is white and shiny, except for the fact that there is no hair on his body and a big bald head, he is truly refreshed.

Putting on spare clothes, Zhang Ang decided to go to a few masters, after all, he had been missing for so many days, they must have been in a hurry.

When he came to Master Bernard's house, he knocked on the door, and Master Bernard, who was full of alcohol, greeted him: "Oh, Leon, it's so early, what's the matter?"

Alas, no, he has been missing for so many days, why is Master Bernard not in a hurry at all?

"Are the other masters there?" said Zhang Ang, tentatively.

"Well, yesterday you left early, and we celebrated with joy, and drank until midnight, and they are still sleeping, why, is there anything to do with us?" asked Master Bernard.