40,000 Years of Cultivation

The deepest part of the Jundao Wolf Cultivation Hall.

In the curator’s private medical room, stands a two-meter-high recovery cabin. Looking inside through the transparent glass observation window, you can see that Li Yao is naked, his eyes closed, and he sinks under the immersion of a large amount of fortifying medicine. As soon as it floated, there was a lot of foam around the body.

The bald tattooed man and the demon sword Peng Hai were standing in front of the recovery cabin, watching with interest Li Yao who was awake in the green liquid medicine.

Demon Sword Peng Hai seemed to have just had a full meal, his face was full of contented brilliance, and said: "Old instructor, this guy really deserves to be a'gold medal sparring'. Not only has it survived my 3% strength, three minutes of torrential rains. At the last moment, there was still room for counterattack, which was unexpected! I originally thought that I could perfectly suppress my power to 3%. I didn’t expect that under this guy’s assault, I still fell short of success and involuntarily blasted out 1 more. %!"

After a pause, Peng Hai licked his lips intently, "This ten thousand dollars is really worth it, old instructor, please help me later and ask him if he has time tomorrow night. I still want to talk to him. Three more minutes!"

The bald tattooed man scratched his scalp and hesitated for a long time before he said tangledly, "Ahai, I just wanted to tell you that this kid is not the gold medal sparring ‘Iron Turtle’ I arranged for you."

Demon Sword Peng Hai raised his eyebrows: "Not Iron Turtle? Who is that? There are such powerful masters in the training hall of the old instructor, not bad!"

The bald tattooed man said with a gloomy look: "This is the problem. This kid is not from my training hall. I don't know where he came from. By the way, he is wearing a pair of your high school school pants. Maybe it's your alumni."

With that, the bald tattooed man handed Li Yao's trousers over and showed Peng Hai the school badge on it.

At this moment, even the demon knife Peng Hai was taken aback, and said in astonishment: "No, when I fought this kid, I clearly felt that although his combat effectiveness was not particularly strong, his combat awareness was very good. The experience is very rich, and at the end, it has a fierce and fierce taste, as if it has been tempered in the blood of the corpse mountain after thousands of life and death fights! When did the second high school of the red sky have such a ruthlessness? People? Why don't I know!"

The demon knife Peng Hai recalled the students he had seen in the "key class". Although there were a few students who were good at strength, they were all flowers in the greenhouse. They had not withstood the wind and rain, which was completely different from the sharp aura of this kid.

Is it an elite graduate of the last few years?

"Should I use a special potion to wash off the spider pattern on his face, so that I can find out his identity from his appearance." The bald tattooed man asked with some concern.

The demon knife Peng Hai pondered for a moment, and shook his head: "Since the tattoo is applied, I just don't want others to know my identity. I don't feel any hostility in this kid. Even my enemy will not send someone of this level. The guy came over, I guess there is some misunderstanding, wait until he wakes up, just ask clearly."

In the underground ghost city, it is very rash to expose the disguise of others without permission. It is very likely to forge an endless hatred. Although the demon sword Peng Hai is not afraid of enmity, he does not want to break the rules of the underground ghost city casually.

"I don't know when this kid will wake up. Most people stay in the recovery cabin for an hour, and it's almost time to regain consciousness. This kid stayed for a full hour and a half, but he was still asleep!" Bald tattooed man Glancing at Li Yao, he suddenly noticed something very strange.

The color of the strengthening potion in the recovery cabin was much lighter than before. The liquid that was originally dark green, as Li Yao's body churned with a lot of foam, it quickly turned into light green, azure, and finally almost transparent.

The bald tattooed man was taken aback, walked to the life-sustaining capsule, called up the light curtain, and quickly tapped a few times. There was a "crack" on the light curtain, and a string of data emerged.

"The concentration of the potion has changed from 33% to 14%, and it is still dropping rapidly at a rate of 1% per minute!"

"Enough for three or five strong men to recover from the bruises and bruises of the original strengthening potions, were all'swallowed' by this kid within an hour and a half? Unbelievable!" The bald tattooed man subconsciously exclaimed.

In the eyes of the demon knife Peng Hai, a deep light surged, and he murmured: "This kid's body seems to have been'starved' for too long and too long. Whenever he has a chance, he can't wait to gobble it up and take all the potions in a cabin. Absorbing and refining! Unexpectedly, he was dragging such a hungry body against me just now! What would his body look like if it could be'full'?"

After pondering for a moment, the demon sword Peng Hai wrote dozens of the names and dosages of the strengthening potions in hand on the light screen, and said: "Old instructor, you follow the formula I wrote, and reconstitute three standard doses of the mixed potions. , Add it to the life-sustaining cabin."

The bald tattooed man glanced at it and frowned, "According to this formula, a standard dose needs at least 50,000 yuan, and I see his absorption speed, every time he recuperates, he can swallow three to five standard doses, that is ten. A few hundred thousand-no matter how this kid looks, he doesn't look like a rich man!"

The demon knife Peng Hai laughed and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I will pay the money."

"Ahai, what are you—" The bald tattooed man is unknown.

The demon sword Peng Hai shrugged and said: "Old instructor, when this kid wakes up, you can ask him if you would like to come here every night to practice with me for 3 minutes, if you want, I can sign with him. A contract, the remuneration is 10,000 yuan per day, and he will also provide him with enough potentiation potions!"

A man with a bald head tattoo said: "Remuneration is a trivial matter, but after a month, the consumption of strengthening potions is not a small number, maybe millions!"

Demon Sword Peng Hai smiled faintly: "I have a hunch that this kid is definitely a monster. With him as a training partner, my'power precision control' practice will definitely be completed quickly, and I will completely stand firmly in the'base-building period high-level'! In comparison, , What are millions of them? Go to the monster wasteland to hunt and kill a high-level monster beast and you will earn it back!"

"Ding!"

The bald tattooed man's portable brain made a pleasant noise.

Demon Sword Peng Hai put on a military windbreaker, walked out, and said: "Old instructor, I just transferred 5 million to your account, as the cost of strengthening potions, you must'feed' this kid. , I will go to Chixiao No. 2 Middle School in the evening to give a class of "Night Assault" to some top students in key classes, and come back to fight this kid tomorrow night!"

Recalling the hearty three minutes just now, Demon Blade Peng Hai suddenly felt that the teaching class later was a bit dull, and the top students in the key classes could not be interested in him no matter how strong they were.

Because they lack a kind of breath-bloody murderous aura!

When he walked to the door, Yao Dao Peng Hai couldn't help but glanced back.

In the recovery cabin, Li Yao's 36,000 pores are all opened, and he is wickedly absorbing nutrients from the strengthening potion. Every time his chest rises and falls, his pale skin glows with a strange luster, muscle bundles and blood vessels. , Like a demon dragon dormant in the abyss, gradually emerged from the water, sketching out a thrilling and strong physique.

Demon Blade Peng Hai smiled slightly and turned away.

He is looking forward to three minutes tomorrow night!