With several sighs in his heart, after the commendation meeting, Yang Le not only won the reputation of an excellent teacher, but his strength also directly reached the peak of the second level of the spiritual level. It was even secretly growing automatically. He might not know when.

Advanced again.

Because he had been injured before, the principal enthusiastically asked him to rest for another day. As for the "ruler" inserted in the classroom, he did not take it back immediately. He had set up a formation in the classroom to protect him.

At the same time as the students, these more than 100 kilograms of thousand-year-old cold iron essence also saved the class a lot of air-conditioning expenses.

After returning to his dormitory, he directly closed the curtains. Unexpectedly, the rag that he had almost forgotten came out of his chest, giving Yang Le a vague illusion of intimacy.

"Did I vomit blood and claim this thing yesterday?"

After researching for a long time to no avail, he spread it directly on the ground. It would at least prevent his pants from getting stained, right?

Unexpectedly, the effect of this rag was quite good. As soon as Yang Le just sat on it, he quickly entered a state of trance. It seems that the old boy Xie Yunhou is not completely lying. Although it is a bit exaggerated, the title of enlightenment is still a bit

effect.

After running for several weeks, his mental power was forcibly dragged into an unfamiliar space by a force. There was darkness all around, with only a wall of golden light standing in front of him.

With the idea of ​​​​taking it as it comes, he directly reached out and touched it. Unexpectedly, the golden energy in his body continued to flow into the wall along his arm. When he wanted to stop, he was horrified.

The discovery——

The hands are glued!

As his energy continued to be consumed, he became weaker and weaker, and even his spiritual body seemed to be in a trance.

"I didn't expect that a great master like me would be arranged by a piece of rag. I guess even Old Man Xie himself didn't know that this thing could be so dangerous!"

It was similar to the feeling of sitting down before. His thinking went from awake to dizzy and then blurry. However, this time he did not have such good luck. After all, the master was not omnipotent and could not pay attention to him all the time. Maybe he

As long as the old man took a nap, he would be gone!

Although the situation is somewhat similar, he is no longer the Yang Le he was before, and he still carries too many burdens. Even if we don't mention his mysterious life experience, just talking about his guilt for his daughter, he cannot die inexplicably like this!

Thinking of this, his mind seemed to be clearer. Although it was a bit difficult, he still forced himself to start running the technique. Facing this powerful suction, although it was only a drop in the bucket, it could at least buy him a little more time to think of a solution.

The unknown danger came so out of nowhere that no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what went wrong. Already entangled in his heart, he became fearful of death so close at hand for the first time.

Or rather - unwilling!

A vortex had quietly formed around Yang Le in the room, and the energy floating in the air was continuously sucked into his body. Fortunately, he had arranged a small concealment formation in his residence in advance, so that others would not notice it.

What a trick.

After this period of practice, the already strong body shriveled up again and became even thinner than the previous vegetative state. It was no more than skinny and bones.

The original facial features can no longer be seen on the entire head, and even the black hair on the head seems to have been sucked dry of nutrients and turned into silver strands.

Lips no longer exist at all. Even if you close your mouth, you can directly see the white teeth. No matter who sees this scene, they will shudder!

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~tick tock...

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Le could no longer tell whether the sound came from the movement of the hour hand or the sweat dripping from him. The whole skin seemed to have turned into a plastic film, sticking tightly to the bones.

There was a faint light glowing faintly.

The bright yellow cloth on the ground was very mysterious at this time, holding Yang Le's body suspended in the air, with two flexible golden threads connecting his eyebrows and heart, as if they were constantly feeding back something.

Just when he was about to lose his last consciousness, these two golden lines began to grow continuously, and even branched out into several branches, linking his Rendu and Du meridians as well as the palms and soles of his feet.

Almost at the moment of connection, all the golden threads were like saplings growing vigorously, becoming thicker and branching out into countless branches and leaves, and soon they completely wrapped Yang Le inside.

Yang Le, who had just regained some consciousness, even couldn't help but want to shout loudly. Every cell in his body was like a person who was about to die of thirst in the desert, greedily sucking in the energy that had been replenished, that kind of satisfying feeling.

The feeling is simply difficult to describe in words.

Gradually, Yang Le took the initiative to stop the operation of the technique. Unexpectedly, the golden energy was still flowing continuously. The expected promotion did not happen. The yellow cloth seemed to block the road ahead. At this moment, his body was like a being.

It's like a balloon with its mouth tied, it only keeps expanding inside!

"This is the rhythm that's going to kill me!"

Yang Le felt a little helpless, but still couldn't find any solution. His already shriveled body was now becoming more and more swollen, and his bulging belly even made his body float. He could not reach the heaven level.

Defying gravity, I believe this is the only one.

There is only such a big area in total, and the constantly dividing cells are about to burst not only his tendons and acupuncture points, but also this ugly skin.

Fortunately, this thing didn't want to kill him directly. When his endurance reached the extreme, all the flesh, flesh and energy began to merge with each other.

This process lasted for about two or three hours. When he returned to his normal state, he was surprised to find that he was still at the peak of the second level of the spiritual level!

After doing it for a long time, after suffering so much torture, your strength has not improved at all?

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

When he was finally able to take his hand back, he couldn't help but slap the golden wall of light.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, he who originally wanted to vent his spirit body was shot so far away that even his real physical body could not help but vomit a mouthful of blood!

"I will burn your rag immediately!"

As I was thinking this, I saw several data-like words suddenly appearing on the wall:

Cultivation level: Second level of spiritual level

Strength: 2920 pounds

Mental strength:???

"2920 pounds?"

"This is the specific data of my current cultivation level? Doesn't it mean that my punching strength only increases by 100 kilograms for each level? When I entered the spirit level before, my strength was 2800 kilograms. Doesn't that mean that I

Did you gain 20 kilograms more strength at this stage?"

The sudden change made Yang Le completely lost in thought. It seemed that because his energy was more concentrated, he actually gained 20 kilograms more than others.

Although there is nothing visible about this thing now, as his strength gradually improves, if it is like this at every level, it will be very scary to think about it!

"You can buy five and get one free if you practice this thing?"

Even Yang Le with his temperament couldn't help feeling ecstatic in his heart. You must know that if two people with the same level do not use special methods, even if they have one kilogram more strength than others, it will be overwhelming.

Advantage!

But when he saw that mental power was actually a question mark, he became a little confused.

He used to be an existence with incredible mental power. However, after five years of silence, although his mental power has not completely disappeared like divine power, it is still far behind Xie Yunhou, not to mention the previous guardianship.

God.

"It should be because I haven't practiced to the earth level yet. After all, this is a technique from a mortal!"

With the answer in mind, he no longer struggled with the answer. After all, the truth would eventually surface.

The most urgent task now is to understand the principle of this technique!

Although you can improve your strength even if you don't practice, Yang Le will not be able to feel at ease if he doesn't understand this thing for a day. This feeling like a lump in the throat would be uncomfortable for anyone else!

"It seems to be related to the attitude of the people around me towards me. As long as others respect me from the bottom of their hearts, energy will be born out of thin air in the body, and even the operation of the exercises will be much smoother."

After all, this was a big deal, so he decided to wait until the mission was over and go back to Old Man Xie to do some public relations.

The moment he exited the cultivation state, he found that he was sitting directly on the floor, and the yellow cloth before had disappeared.

But just when he thought of the word "enlightenment" in his mind, this thing actually appeared next to his body, wrapping his body like a soft armor.

In fact, he is not unfamiliar with this kind of situation. It is just like those top magic weapons that can be automatically absorbed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

As for the so-called Lingji Pill that Lu Qifeng gave him, he was not going to take it himself. The principle of three-part poison in medicine still exists even in heaven. The reason why the Nine-turn Golden Pill refined by Lao Jun is famous

The reason for the great excitement is here - non-toxic!

An elixir without any side effects is truly incredible!

After sorting out what he had gained during the short period of time, he decided to go to the class to see the group of children. After all, there was an eager GM playing games with him.

When he walked into the classroom of Grade 30 Class 30, he realized that there was no one in there!

After running to several classrooms in a row, the situation was the same. He was so anxious that he thought the mysterious person was starting to attack again. It wasn't until he met a classmate who had just come back from playing football that he realized that it turned out that every Sunday afternoon was the holiday break time.

, even senior high school students are no exception and will not come back until after six o'clock in the evening.

Now that the students are all on vacation, he is happy to have some free time and plans to go around the school to have something to eat and observe the surrounding situation.
Chapter completed!