"It cannot be killed. The Black Iron Castle is transformed from the heavenly stone of this world. It is mysterious and abnormal. Who knows whether Zhang Tie will disappear after his death to find other hosts. Manjushahua's fate is related to the Ten Thousand Fruit Treasure Tree and is related to the World Tree. The recovery cannot be risked."
"In this case, we can only make good friends. Fortunately, Zhang Tie, apart from being a bit lecherous, has a relatively positive outlook. At least we don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back."
After making the plan, Fang Xuan felt much more relaxed. Fang Xuan had never been a person who killed indiscriminately. He didn't dare to claim to be a good person, but he was not considered a bad person. He killed people for no reason, and the person he killed was a good person. Fang Xuan was unwilling to do it.
However, the path of spiritual practice is never easy. If someone really blocks the way, they can be killed. Otherwise, they will not travel through the worlds to hunt down the clones of "others and me".
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"Mom, I'm here." Zhang Tie pedaled the tricycle vigorously. He could hear the sound of the iron frame rubbing with every step he took, and felt that it would fall apart at any time.
"Guoguo, be careful when moving the rice wine to the shelf, don't spill it." Zhang Tie's mother said with a smile.
"I know mom, I've been moving here for so many years, it must be fine."
After saying that, he got out of the car, picked up a ceramic jar filled with rice wine, and walked towards the shelves of the store. His eyes subconsciously looked at the tables next to him, but then he stumbled and almost slipped.
"Guoguo, are you okay? Be careful, don't fall."
"I...I'm fine."
Zhang Tie quickly put the jar on the shelf, but his eyes always looked towards Fang Xuan.
Fang Xuan finished the last sip of rice wine in the bowl and said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I drank rice wine. It tastes just like in my memory. I didn't expect that I could drink such authentic rice wine in this far away foreign country." .”
The taste of the prepared rice wine retains the sweetness and glutinousness of rice. It is rich in nutrients and has a comfortable sweetness. It can not only satisfy hunger, but also has a very sharp but not intoxicating taste of wine, which is refreshing and refreshing. Heat, nourishes the spleen and stomach.
Zhang Tie's mother smiled and said, "If Mr. Fang likes it, you can come here to drink more often in the future."
"Give me another bowl."
"Okay, Guoguo, give Mr. Fang another bowl."
"oh oh!"
Zhang Tie quickly found another clean bowl, filled it and carried it over.
"Mr. Fang, here it is."
Zhang Tie carefully placed a bowl of rice wine next to Fang Xuan, feeling slightly nervous.
Mainly because Fang Xuan had an unusual temperament with the people he saw, who were free and unrestrained, ethereal and agile. Although the clothes he wore looked simple, the sharp eyes trained by Tang De's iron cock could tell that they were anything but ordinary. The material has a low-key luxury.
"Thank you, your name is Zhang Tie."
Zhang Tie was stunned for a moment and said, "How does Mr. Fang know my name?"
"Of course it was your mother who told me." Zhang Tie's mother teased.
"I not only know your name, I have also met you. You are not timid, so you are not afraid of being harmed by me." Fang Xuandao.
Zhang Tie scratched his head and said shyly: "You know Teacher Dinah, so you are definitely not a bad person. Besides, you must be a very powerful master and will not involve innocent people."
"Haha, very interesting young man, very lucky too."
For some reason, Zhang Tie's heart beat faster when he heard the word "lucky". He always felt that Mr. Fang had something to say, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "Mr. Fang, are you a Blood Scorpion Warrior?" Captain Lin is a level six warrior, and he fainted without any resistance in front of you."
"Haha, just say so!"
After understanding this world, you will understand its power system.
By absorbing cosmic energy and igniting the bright points in the human body, the body's potential is released. The most important thing is that these bright points follow the Pebonacci sequence.
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34…
This sequence starts with item 3, and each item is equal to the sum of the previous two items.
Between two adjacent numbers, the quotient obtained by dividing the previous number by the next number becomes closer to the golden ratio, which is 0.6.
Isn’t it interesting?
The first-level soldier ignites 1 point (the shrine point)
The second-level soldier ignites 1 bright spot (caudal vertebra bright spot)
The third-level soldier ignites 2 bright points
The fourth-level soldier ignites 3 bright points
Level 5 soldiers light 5 bright points
Starting from the sixth level, the human body's energy becomes one and merges with the killing energy to produce fighting spirit, which is a symbol of the strong. Each level's fighting spirit totem is different.
Level 6 warriors ignite 8 bright-point battle spirit totems into black spiders
A seventh-level warrior ignites 13 bright-point battle spirit totems to become a centipede.
An eighth-level warrior ignites 21 bright-point war spirit totems to become the king snake (war spirit can leave the body and hurt people)
A ninth-level warrior (blood scorpion warrior) ignites 34 bright-point battle spirit totems into blood scorpions.
The tenth-level warrior (strong warrior) ignites 55 bright-point battle spirit totems to open up the sea of qi for the tenth-level Demon Crocodile. Each level is divided into one-star to five-star strength.
Fighter: Ignite 89 bright points at level 11
Battle Master: Ignite 144 bright points at level 12
Warrior: Level 13 lit 233 bright points
War Demon: Ignite 377 Bright Points at Level 14
War Spirit: Level 15 ignites 610 bright points
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Fang Xuan put a few coins on the table, patted Zhang Tie three times on the shoulder, and said: "It's rare to meet such an outstanding Chinese young man in this foreign country. Work hard and at least let your parents live a better life." a little better."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Zhang Tie twisted his shoulders, wondering why Mr. Fang just tapped him three times on the shoulders.
"Mom, who is that Mr. Fang?" Zhang Tie asked curiously.
"Guest!" Zhang Tie's mother said casually.
"I know, but why haven't I seen him in Black Flame City before?"
"Mr. Fang is not from Black Flame City. Of course you have never seen him. Let's not talk about this. You should quickly send these rice soup to Mother Teresa. It will be too late and you will not be able to catch up today."
Zhang Tie snorted, lowered his head, loaded the few jars of rice soup left at home today onto the ugly pedal tricycle, and hurried toward the orphanage with a groan.
When we came back it was completely dark and there were not many people on the street.
"Wow, I remembered."
Zhang Tie shouted, and his voice startled the passers-by. However, Zhang Tie couldn't care less at this time. He stood up suddenly, climbed upright on the tricycle, and rushed towards his home quickly.
"Guoguo is back, wash your hands quickly and eat." Zhang Tie's mother's voice came from the kitchen.
"Mom, do you remember Mr. Fang today?" Zhang Tie asked eagerly.
"What's wrong?"
"Then do you know where he lives?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Mom, do you know? Tell me quickly."
Zhang Tie's mother thought for a moment and said, "I remember Mr. Fang said that he lived in the Coretti Mansion on South Street recently. What's wrong with Guoguo?"
Zhang Tie grabbed a rice ball from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, rubbed it and ran out of the house. He said loudly without looking back: "Mom, don't wait for me to eat. I have something urgent."
