"real or fake?"
Meng Jing was a little shocked.
I just thought about improving my soul power, but I didn't expect that there is a way to improve it now.
You really get whatever you need.
For now, he has only practiced the realm of physical strength and the mind-centered technique.
This so-called soul power has not been practiced much.
He wanted to improve his soul power, but the original owner of this body had not seen too many such techniques.
Because most of the techniques that want to improve soul power are monopolized by some soul-refining clans.
How is it possible that there are techniques to enhance soul power spread out there!
"Ling'er also saw this in ancient books. Whether it is true or not, please see for yourself, sir!"
With that said, Aling'er flicked her fingers and took out a book from her arms.
"Good guy, there's something else hidden in here."
Looking at Aling'er, Meng Jing smiled awkwardly.
Although the other party's place is not big, it does have a lot of things in its collection.
This good guy has at least a few things in his collection, right?
First the dagger, then the silver needle.
Then, he took out another ancient book for himself.
To be honest, Meng Jing suspected that there was something else.
Aling'er's snow-white face turned red when she noticed Meng Jing's eyes on her chest.
He lowered his head in embarrassment.
"This ring is for you!"
Meng Jing took off a ring from his finger and handed it to Aling'er.
There isn't much in this ring. I don't need it very much on weekdays. The recycled sundries are all placed in it.
Now, this Aling'er doesn't have one, so it's okay to give him one.
"Sir, how embarrassing is this!"
Aling'er was slightly stunned and pushed her hands to refuse.
My Lord spared my life, but before that, I also gave myself two spiritual stones.
Just the two spirit stones taken out were worth more than 100,000 gold coins.
Just one of these more than 100,000 gold coins is the annual expenditure of an ordinary person.
Even buying a nice mansion in Xuanwu Town with a hundred acres of fertile land is more than enough.
With such a favor, how could she have the nerve to accept the other party's ring?
You know, the value of a ring is not low, it can be measured by three spiritual stones like mine.
This gentleman's move was a little too generous, just giving such a valuable thing to himself.
"It's okay, I still have it here!"
When Meng Jing saw A Ling'er pushing her hand to refuse, he quickly opened the space backpack, took out the ring and the ring he was already wearing in his hand, and shook it.
The purpose is to tell this girl Aling'er that she does not lack this ring.
"Okay, thank you sir!"
After seeing Meng Jing's ring again, Alinger no longer refused.
I just feel very emotional in my heart, I am really a rich man.
There is actually a ring that says that.
Such wealth is probably rare among people of the same age!
Then, he took the ring and put it on his hand.
"Dagger... Kung Fu... Why did you bring so many Kung Fu?"
After watching Aling'er put the ring on her hand, she began to take out the things in her arms.
After taking out a thick pile of exercises, Meng Jing was a little dazed.
He could still understand after taking out the dagger from before.
The dagger is not too big and fits snugly, so it's not a big problem.
As for taking out another thick pile of exercises, Meng Jing was a little surprised!
This guy actually has so many skills with him.
Is this intended to be a body armor?
Besides, when this girl ran for her life before, she also showed that she had these skills in her possession!
Even under such circumstances, the distance traveled can still be so far.
Something is not simple!
A Ling'er's face turned red and she said with embarrassment: "It's like this, sir. Some of them were brought out by my previous master to practice, because you also know, sir, that those skills must be put into the body."
Meng Jingding nodded, he understood what A Ling'er said.
If this Poison Clan technique is discovered by someone, his life may be in danger.
Therefore, a technique like this, which is like a time bomb, must be carried with you to be the safest.
"What about these two exercises?"
Looking at the thick pile of exercises next to him, Meng Jing glanced at the exercises on the other hand.
This technique has no name. I simply flipped through it and there was not a single word on it.
Could it be a god-level technique?
Also the kind without words?
When such strange thoughts came to his mind, Meng Jing shook his head.
If it were truly a god-level technique, then the Poison Clan would be really powerful!
Besides, if this is really a god-level skill, how dare you hand it over to an outsider if you don’t practice it yourself?
How can this be!
Aling'er's pretty face turned red, her voice became more grunty, and she whispered: "This...this is used to pad...the breasts!"
"What?"
Meng Jing didn't hear clearly.
"Pad that!"
Aling'er repeated it in a low voice.
This time, Meng Jing heard it clearly and felt a little dumbfounded.
You are already small, but you are still holding this pad.
Wouldn't it make yourself flatter?
"Wait a minute, leave these skills to me!"
Meng Jing said when A Ling'er was about to receive the ring.
These are the techniques of the Poison Clan, even though the Poison Clan is despised by everyone on the mainland.
But its demonic cultivation method is the closest.
The reason why Meng Jing wanted it was to see if he could improve the strength of his demon clan by learning poison skills.
If it can be improved, that would be best.
If it really doesn't work, you can only find another way.
"Okay, sir!"
Aling'er didn't refuse, and handed Meng Jing a thick stack of skills in her hand.
Meng Jing also flicked his hand and dragged those skills into his space backpack.
The next moment, the system's sound kept ringing.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained the lower-grade yellow-level skills—the first volume of the poison clan's basic skills."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained the low-grade Huang-level skill - the basic skill of the Poison Clan."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained the lower-grade Huang-level skills - the second volume of the Poison Clan's basic skills."
"Hey, the grade is really rubbish!"
Listening to the sound coming from the system, Meng Jing also sighed in disgust.
Among the five recovered Poison Sect techniques, three of them are actually basic techniques.
Moreover, the grades are all in the yellow class.
It's really a bit too rubbish.
But that's it, after all, he doesn't have a deep understanding of poison-type techniques.
It is unrealistic to want to learn very advanced Poison Sect techniques from the very beginning.
Fortunately, it’s better to start learning from the basics!
Thinking about it, I continued to listen to the sound of the system.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Xuan level low-grade skill - Poison Pill Spiritual Yun."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Xuan-level low-level skill - Poisonous Withered Palm."
