"Ah! So hot."

Wei Long felt his whole body was numb, like a mountain fire burning heart. The pottery jar of meat soup he ate and the energy accumulated by wild fruits were digested in a blink of an eye.

The blood and blood in his body were rolling, which quickly increased a little. However, in order to maintain the consumption caused by this rapid strengthening, his body's energy reserves were reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally strong body lost a circle and even lost six pack abdominal muscles.

The moisture in the body also disappeared and the energy reserves were completely squeezed out.

Wei Long felt the changes in his body, and in his consciousness:

Qi and blood value; 42

Kung Fu: The branch of boxing "Eight Deserts of Prison Fist" [First View of the Gate]

With the increase in the qi and blood value, he obviously felt that the qi and blood had really increased, much more than the increase in his hard practice in the morning.

"According to the cultivation information in memory, if it is completely quantified, it will take about a week to increase the qi and blood value." Wei Long thought in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he became more and more energetic, and a trace of arc could not be helped.

It takes a certain price to directly add points to consume physical energy. Although it costs a certain price, this price is really slim compared to the potential displayed by this talent.

"Then the next step is to improve your strength in a short period of time. In this way, whether you join the hunting team or the coming-of-age ceremony a few months later, I have a chance to compete!"

After verifying his own abilities, Wei Long's original worries dissipated and he naturally had a vague plan for the future.

Wei Long looked at the dozens of bacon hanging under the beams of the roof, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Three days later.

Wei Long had completely consumed all the bacon stored in it, and the hunting team also began to hunt. He could go to the village square every night to eat and drink to replenish energy.

Even so, Wei Long's body was still a little thin, but if you observe carefully, his breath was much stronger than before, and the increase in strength also brought him confidence, and getting thinner day by day, which made him more energetic.

Compared with Wei Long’s current cultivation process three days ago:

Qi and blood value: 89

"Eight Deserts of Prison Fist" is still the first to see the way. Wei Long is determined to improve the level of boxing, but there is a sense of crisis in the dark, and it seems that improving the level of boxing will bring him danger.

Because the fusion of points-added abilities has become his innate ability, this intuition is undoubtedly a direct feedback from the body. It is like standing on a suspension bridge and looking down, and you will naturally know that if you jump down, you will die.

Obviously, the energy required to improve the level of boxing will be terrifying, and his current physical fitness cannot be supported.

However, the qi and blood value surged from 42 points to 89 points, and increased from the middle stage of blood transfer to the late stage of blood transfer, which was a huge increase.

The energy of the body is directly consumed by adding points to increase the value of qi and blood. The qi and blood themselves are the essence extracted from the body's blood, muscles, and bones. It turns out that you need to practice hard to increase your cultivation. Now, you can directly add points, without the intermediate loss, and the improvement speed is very fast.

Qi and blood are the essence of the body and will naturally feed back to the body.

The qi and blood that were spread all over the body, like light red clouds, enveloped Wei Long's whole body, and in turn nourished the blood, muscles, bones, and even the internal organs in every part of the body. Qi and blood, as a higher energy, have brought about earth-shaking changes in his body.

The eyes are sharper, the sense of smell is more sensitive, the heartbeats are stronger, and the breathing is smoother

During the three days, Wei Long repeatedly added points to increase body fat and then consumed it quickly. This method was unhealthy in his previous life. However, in this extraordinary world, Wei Long's body changed direction and experienced repeated tempering.

I've lost weight.

But it looks like a re-forged iron block, with a tighter texture and thinner appearance, but it contains a stronger power inside.

Wei Long jumped gently and hung directly on a giant tree. He was visually four meters high from the ground. Every step he took was like a cycling cheetah, stepping nearly ten meters. His strength could easily lift a huge rock weighing up to five or six hundred kilograms.

"If such a bounce ability was in his previous life, hehehe~" The strength of Wei Long's mood became much better involuntarily.

After a while of pride, Wei Long used the "Eight Desolations of Prison Fist".

It is obvious that each punch is stronger than before, and the fist can also cause a sound of wind when hitting the air. It seems that Wei Long is relaxed. Without the feeling of urgency to improve his strength, his boxing skills are more refined than before.

Wei Long did not give up his boxing practice in these three days.

Adding points can improve his cultivation, but if you want to transform his cultivation into combat power, you need the help of "Eight Desolations of Prison Fist".

Strictly speaking, "Eight Deserts and Prison Fist" is the boxing technique practiced by the Iron Army of the Great Yan Dynasty, and its use to increase its cultivation is not the original intention of the creator.

Its biggest function is to fight and kill enemies.

It is precisely because the Bahuang Prison Fist is too strong and the physical fitness is not strong enough that it will hurt oneself, so the later generations have made some transformations.

"Now my strength should have caught up with those excellent young people in the village, at least in the first echelon." Wei Long sat aside and rested, thinking secretly after practicing boxing.

Compared to three days ago, the speed of boxing gain is too slow, and compared to adding points, it is like a turtle's speed. Wei Long completely regards "Eight Desolate Prison Fist" as a technique of killing enemies, rather than practicing martial arts, which invisibly conforms to the essence of martial arts.

"But you must not be careless. Once you join the hunting team, it means fighting with wild beasts. Anything can happen." Wei Long looked at the empty walls in the thatched hut, and the bacon was completely eaten up. Not only did the body's energy completely drain, but the original food reserves were also exhausted.

"And I found that eating fresh wild beast meat is more nourishing than eating bacon." Wei Long was not yet sixteen years old and could enjoy the benefits of the village. He could eat with a hunting team every night. The fresh wild beast meat contained more energy.

"Maybe I should have tried hunting."

Wei Long’s idea is very simple.

Joining the hunting team requires obeying the arrangements of the team. It is very likely that facing irresistible wild beasts, it is better to practice courage in a safer place around the village, find some wild beasts that are not dangerous, and improve their strength. It is best to directly advance to the perfection of blood circulation and complete the first step of cultivation.

Blood-moving, Shen Xi, and Life Fire are the first three steps to officially enter the door of cultivation.

Every step will usher in a qualitative change in strength.

Wei Long knew very well that sometimes he knew that hard work was not enough. If the direction was wrong, no matter how much effort he tried, he would not be able to get the expected returns. Only strategic efforts were the way to go.

In a bush.

This shrub is located in the west corner of the village. It is mostly caused by some mixed blood herb-eating beasts living here, which is dangerous, but the problem is not big. The village intends to leave such a transitional area, which is far away from the mountain where the hunting team is located.

The hunting team has its own hunting ground, which is rich in prey and is also very dangerous. Sometimes they will encounter wild beasts containing real blood. Those wild beasts containing real blood, even if they only have a trace, are equivalent to cultivators at the Shenxi level.

The Great Wilderness is a paradise for plants. The shrubs are lush and high, and people cannot even see them when they walk inside. They only see a huge pig swaying among the bushes, humming and humming.

“Hmph~”

Pigs feed on plants and trees, and they will also eat meat if conditions permit. They are low-end creatures in the food chain of the Great Wilderness, but this is the Great Wilderness and dangers are everywhere.

Even the tree pigs at the low end of the food chain are very large, more than two meters long, with armor made of resin, soil, and gravel on the pig's skin, and two sharp-toothed fangs on both sides of the pig's mouth.

The tree pig eats grass not because it likes to eat it, but because it has weak strength and can only eat grass.

The tree pig is neither pure blood nor real blood. It has a low bloodline and is the best prey for weak cultivators.

Wei Long leaned on a giant tree, lowered his breathing, and carefully observed the surroundings.

Some giant pythons like to wander on giant trees. They made sure there was no danger, so they opened their mouths: "Hmmm~"

He is imitating the pig's call.

Recently, Wei Long's physical fitness has improved and his voice range is extremely wide. By carefully controlling the vibration of the vocal cords, he can then imitate the sounds of most creatures.

This has nothing to do with any extraordinary ability, it is a manifestation of wisdom.

Sure enough, the tree pig wandering in the bushes heard the screams, raised the pig's head in confusion, lazily put it down, arched to the roots and plants, and started to eat with humming and whispering.

"Hmph~" Wei Long was not anxious at all. He would rather fail in hunting than take risks, but just raise the tone.

The tree pig was covered in mud. After chewing the tubers in his mouth, he swayed to the place where the sound came. He looked around in confusion, his face full of confusion, "Reasonable to say there should be a similar type here!"

Suddenly!

A figure suddenly jumped off the tree, stretching his body completely. Wei Long followed the preview in his heart and made the starting move of the Bahuang Prison Fist in the moment of stagnation, and the red blood and light balls in his hand condensed.

It fell down with a bang!

The tree pig, which was still in a state of confusion, felt the danger and widened its eyes, but subconsciously raised its pig's head, but it couldn't.

This is the weakness of the tree pig. Its head cannot be raised, and its vision only faces the earth.

The tree pig could only subconsciously stick its hooves and kick the ground, intending to escape, but it was useless at this time.

Only a figure with blood boiling all over my body, and a bigger and expanding fist.

Click!

A slight crisp sound came out.

Wei Long burst the eyeballs of the tree pig with one hand and poured them directly into it. Then he thrust into the eye socket and penetrated the tree pig's head.

The tree pig struggled hard, and Wei Long pressed it firmly under his body. The tension of the first hunt turned into a kind of excitement.

"ha!"
Chapter completed!