After reading the diary, Zhao Cheng went to deal with the strengthening stone he had just received. This one, together with the one exchanged for the source point in the store last time, just strengthened the Sky Tribulation to +2.
As soon as I thought about it, the +1 on the panel that said Kong Jie (White) +1 turned into +2
+2 effect: all attributes increased by 40%
At the same time, entering tranquility +1 also changed to entering tranquility +2, and the spiritual refining coefficient became 1.4
The reaction on Zhao Cheng was that the long sword hanging above the inner lake of his spiritual world became brighter and brighter, almost immediately. Zhao Cheng realized that his perception was more delicate and sharp.
On the panel, his mental attributes also increased by 0.1.
Here, there are the effects of practicing swordsmanship and fighting during this period, and also part of the reason for the empty tribulation.
In short, he became a little stronger again.
Zhao Cheng swung his sword and could clearly detect the changes in Kongjie's toughness, hardness, and sharpness.
It became easier to cut through the air, and in response to his hand, his sword speed became a little faster.
Of course, Zhao Cheng knew that his sword was still too slow for real masters.
Let’s just say that for swordsmen in reality, the sonic sword is the most basic operation, and even some powerful swordsmen can barely do it.
After taking a short rest, Zhao Cheng began to run the map.
During the last simulation, he discovered a place called Shuiyue Temple, and there was something big strange inside.
The translation of this sentence is that the monster inside is stronger than the boxing fanatic and the boxing despairer who killed him with two punches, but not as powerful as the boxing master.
Zhao Cheng didn't have any delusions that he could defeat the opponent. This time, he just wanted to take a look and get acquainted with him first.
Many people were beaten to death by high-intensity monsters. Zhao Cheng had already looked away. For thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty.
Now he is being beaten, but in the future, when the roles are reversed, he will let them know what cruelty is.
After running all the way and arriving at the approximate location, Zhao Cheng searched carefully and found the location of Shuiyue Temple. The location of Shuiyue Temple was actually very remote. Although it did not reach the outer ring of the city, it was well hidden. deep.
Over the years, the temple has also become dilapidated. The last time Zhao Cheng explored it, it was far away from here. This time, he spent a lot of effort trying to find it.
After getting close to a certain range, Zhao Cheng vaguely heard a few bursts of air, like a fist breaking through the air, but if he listened carefully, it didn't feel like it.
This sound is too regular. If he is really punching, he will only use the same move all the time.
Zhao Cheng, on the other hand, did not approach here. Instead, he left here first and went to places that he had not explored before. He continued to run maps. When he calculated that the time was almost up, he ran back, planning to go and have a look at the last moment. What does the small boss he wants to defeat in the future look like?
Although the temple is not big, the layout inside is very complicated and winding, like walking in a maze. Zhao Cheng followed the sound and walked directly over the wall in a straight line. Many of the walls in this temple were decayed. It was better not to touch them. It collapses when touched.
Fortunately, the monsters in this world don't seem to react to sounds.
With a little blood-colored light, Zhao Cheng looked at the relatively complete main hall in front of him. There was no door in the main hall, and the sound came from inside.
Zhao Cheng squinted his eyes and vaguely saw a skinny back. He cautiously continued to get closer, and then he could see the whole picture clearly.
It was a bald man wearing gray clothes, dressed as a monk, and compared with other monsters with ridiculous muscles, the style of this monk-like monster was wrong.
He is very thin and not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, which is about the same as Zhao Cheng now. However, Zhao Cheng is only sixteen now, so it will not be a problem to grow twenty centimeters taller in the future.
It is obviously impossible for this monk to continue to grow taller.
And this different style of painting also made Zhao Cheng have some reveries in his heart.
Could it be that the martial arts here are not all focused on body shape and strength, but there are other routes as well.
Zhao Cheng continued to observe and found that the sound came from the monk's hands. The monk was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a black hammer in his hand. It was the kind of mallet used to knock wooden fish, but the material was not wood, but seemed to be made of Sun Ming. The Iron Fist is a material.
However, although that strange power gave birth to a wooden mallet, it did not transform into a wooden fish.
Zhao Cheng guessed that maybe this thing was integrated with the monster and could not be separated from the body. Therefore, the monster in front of him could only be swung in the air with a mallet.
It was this empty wave that saw Zhao Cheng's eyelids twitching wildly.
It is normal to say that you are standing and waving, given a long enough distance, to vibrate the air and make a sound, but sitting cross-legged, such a short distance, the speed is not fast, you can still vibrate the air, this kind of skill, this kind of power, It's really amazing.
With a wooden mallet like this, if it were to hit a person, it would probably not be able to survive, and the bones would be smashed to pieces.
Although he had such thoughts in his heart, Zhao Cheng still suppressed the fear in his heart and wanted to see what kind of methods the monster in front of him had.
If he didn't have the courage to test even in the simulation, his swordsmanship training would be in vain.
Therefore, Zhao Cheng took a few steps forward. During these few steps, Zhao Cheng faintly heard a small, low, hoarse and extremely unpleasant sound.
This sound was extremely quiet, and it was covered by the sound of a wooden hammer breaking through the air. Therefore, Zhao Cheng had not noticed it before, and it was only now that he was getting closer that he finally heard it.
This was the first time Zhao Cheng saw a talking monster, so he immediately planned to listen to see what the other party said. You know, even the boxing master had never seen the other party speak.
Zhao Cheng was so calm that he even closed his eyes and used his hearing to its fullest. Only then could he vaguely recognize the content of the voice.
"Buddha...doesn't...cross...I...cross..."
It would take about a minute for the other party to say these six words once. It was extremely slow and extremely distorted. If Zhao Cheng's simulated body had not had the ability to understand everything, it would have been impossible to distinguish them.
In fact, even if you find a native of this world to listen to it, you may feel like you are listening to a book from heaven.
"If the Buddha doesn't cross, I will cross; or if the Buddha doesn't cross, I will cross?!"
Zhao Cheng thought to himself, and waited for about three minutes. When the monster in front of him only repeated this sentence, he stopped waiting, immediately raised his sword, and moved forward step by step.
Until he was eight meters away from the monster, a thunderous sound came from his ears, making Zhao Cheng dizzy and his eyesight turned white.
Then, before Zhao Cheng could react, he saw the monk sitting cross-legged appeared in front of him. His frontal face seemed to be that of a shriveled orange, and his wrinkles were all wrinkled together. At this moment, he seemed to be in a state of confusion. Smile, that smile made his face look as scary as an evil ghost.
Then, Zhao Cheng felt his head was heavy and light, and then he lost consciousness.
His head was directly smashed into pieces by a wooden hammer.
