In the bedroom, An Qisheng was asleep.
With the right leg underneath, bend the knees and curl up like a bow, stretch the left arm close to the thigh, and support the cheek with the right arm, lying sideways.
His chest was half rising and half falling, and his eyes were tightly closed.
It looks like he is sleeping deeply, but in fact he is busy in his dream.
"Three hundred grams of dendrobium, sixty-nine grams of royal jelly, three Panax stems..."
In the dream, in An's kitchen, An Qisheng was mumbling words and moving his hands constantly. He threw the ingredients and medicines into the pot and slowly simmered them over a low fire.
This was already his forty-third experiment, and he didn't know how much was wasted.
More than an hour later, he boiled a large pot full of ingredients and medicines into three large bowls of medicine and came out.
"Science is science, this taste..."
Smelling this indescribable smell, An Qisheng's eyelids trembled.
No matter how many times he drank it, he still couldn't get used to the taste.
Gudong~
Gritting his teeth, An Qisheng suppressed his nausea and drank a large bowl directly into his stomach.
bitter!
astringent!
hot!
acid!
Countless flavors bloomed on his taste buds and rushed straight to his brain.
Bang~
After the bowl of sea fell to the ground, An Qisheng moved his feet and rushed out of the kitchen. They quickly walked out of the house and into the yard.
He stretched out his hand to lift the big wooden gun stuck in the center of the courtyard, swung it around, and held the big gun horizontally with one hand.
This big white wax gun is three meters long, and the handle is as thick as a duck egg. Counting the head of the gun, it weighs nearly twenty kilograms. It is difficult for an ordinary person to hold it with both hands.
An Qisheng held the handle of the gun with one hand, Zhang Xu's spear motionless.
Shaking the big gun is a training method recorded in many boxing techniques. It can train the strength and listening strength, but it requires the most waist and arm strength.
It may seem like just standing still, but it is actually far more strenuous than any strenuous exercise.
In just a moment, An Qisheng's forehead was already sweating.
In the dream, his body was the same as in reality. He was barely able to hold a big gun.
"Power changes..."
An Qisheng held the gun with one hand and half-closed his shining eyes, carefully comprehending the changes in his strength and the effect of the medicinal diet.
As he felt, a ball of heat exploded in his stomach and traveled between his waist.
As his physical strength was exhausted, he slowly disappeared.
However, An Qisheng knew that it was not that he had disappeared, but that his control over his body was far from being subtle.
The dispersion of the medicinal power may have been lost, but it was still working in his body.
One second, one minute...
Twenty minutes later, An Qisheng let go, and the gun clattered to the ground. Sweat poured down his body, soaking his clothes.
"It's still too forced. If it were in reality, it would be harmful to the body."
The big gun fell to the ground, and An Qisheng gasped.
Before he got sick, he could hold this spear for half an hour without blushing or out of breath, but now he couldn't.
Phew~
His arms were sore, his waist was sore, and his legs were weak, but An Qisheng didn't rest, and started a small fight without any hurry.
Only by draining his energy can he feel the effect of this medicinal diet on him in a more subtle way.
After all, he only had twenty-four hours in a dream. If he wanted to try more combinations of medicinal foods, he couldn't waste any time.
It was a dream anyway, and he didn't care if it hurt him.
If this were done in reality, he would have to go to the hospital in one day and die suddenly in three days.
After another hour, An Qisheng finally lost strength and fell down in the yard with a thud, his hands and feet starting to twitch.
"No, it still doesn't work. It doesn't achieve the effect mentioned in the recipe..."
After lying on his back for twenty minutes, An Qisheng gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, and walked towards the kitchen again:
"Forty-three experiments failed, and we have to keep trying..."
........
On Anqi's birthday, he was trying herbal medicines again and again, day and night.
Across the ocean from Daxuan, in the Golden Eagle Empire, on the coastal plain of Florida, a unique pursuit battle unfolded without being known to the outside world.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Atop the endless prairie, thunderous explosions resounded through the clear sky.
Phew~
A figure flew rapidly across the deserted plain with only its bare feet, pulling up a billowing wave of smoke and dust that was tens of meters long.
He was a tall and slender young man, wearing tattered black clothes full of holes, with long hair hanging back, and a ferocious look on his stern face.
Between his chest and abdomen, there was a terrible wound with blood flowing freely, and bullets squeezed out could be faintly seen in the squirming internal organs!
His speed is very fast.
The weeds and trees on both sides were approached by him, and then left far behind, smashed to pieces by countless bullets falling from the sky!
Behind him, in the clear sky above his head, were dozens of Fighting Falcon fighter jets!
The dozens of fighter jets lined up in a tactical formation, surrounded on both sides, buzzing and circling, sweeping down a torrent of bullets like a dragnet, and heading towards the rapidly racing figure!
The plow swept away countless vegetation on the ground like a hole was being plowed, sending smoke and dust everywhere!
"What the hell is this place!
What the hell! What the hell! ! ! "
Tong Zhengyang was so angry that he couldn't help roaring.
His voice was concentrated, penetrating the high-speed airflow and exploding like thunder at an altitude of hundreds of meters.
At the beginning, he was very lucky to escape the pursuit of Huangjue Temple and Wangquan Road, but he never expected that he would come to a desperate place!
A place with no aura at all, yet it was chased by a group of strange things and ran away like a lost dog for hundreds or even thousands of miles!
"Damn bastard, I really want to shoot him in the dermatitis."
In the Fighting Falcon soaring in the sky, pilot John gritted his teeth and looked at the figures racing on the ground.
He swore that he had never seen such a terrifying humanoid creature in his life.
Under the siege of the powerful Golden Eagle Air Force, it was able to carry the overwhelming artillery shells. The torrent of bullets ran from the Freeport of York City to the coastal plains of Florida!
The number of fighter jets destroyed by him has exceeded that of the bearded man who attacked the Golden Eagle Empire.
The soldiers who died at his hands were enough to make a congressman resign. The president is guilty!
"The target is close to entering the net! The target is close to entering the net!"
Suddenly, John's eyes lit up, he pressed the button with a grin, and the airborne artillery shells were ready to be fired.
"A bunch of damn bastards, if not, if not!"
A strong stream of air spurted out from Tong Zhengyang's mouth and nose, and his exposed internal organs sent an extremely strong signal to his brain.
Hungry!
Hungry!
Hungry!
His brain, his guts, and every part of his body were roaring hysterically at him:
I'm hungry!
Tong Zhengyang knew that this was because his Qi was close to being exhausted and his Qi was reaching its limit.
And this damned spiritual place has no aura at all.
If this continues, I will starve to death!
boom!
Tong Zhengyang's expression suddenly changed in the midst of the hurricane, and he saw two black lines suddenly appeared in front of the coastline that could be seen in the distance!
There was a black line in the sky, similar to the flying monster behind him that was chasing him for hundreds of miles.
There is a black line on the ground, it is a kind of steel monster with no legs and one horn that can spout terrifying attacks!
"A bunch of damned smashers! Even Huangjue Temple and Wang Quan Dao didn't kill me, Tong Zhengyang, how dare you?"
"You deserve it too!!!"
The roaring sound resounded across the plains, causing fighter pilots hundreds of meters above the ground to tremble in fear and jerk up.
Boom!
Tong Zhengyang suddenly bent over, his thick legs stretched out his trousers, and his blue and black meridians were tangled like a horned dragon.
With just one step, the ground beneath his feet exploded.
He saw rolling earth and rocks rising up with him, reaching tens of meters into the air. At the same time, he shook his arms, drained all the energy from his body, and made a sound like an eagle or an ape:
"King Quan Sword!"
