Jiang Ping'an practices physical skills, so he knows the flow of blood vessels very well.
This technique may be difficult for other monks, but it is easier for him.
As the spiritual energy is transferred to the blood vessels, the blood vessels cannot bear the energy and begin to swell and burst, and blood seeps out from under the skin.
After being tortured by the Ba Ti Jue, Jiang Ping'an felt that the pain was nothing.
An hour later, Jiang Ping'an suddenly showed a look of astonishment.
He was originally at the sixth level of Qi training, but now he is at the fifth level!
what's the situation? He actually dropped a level!
There is actually this kind of skill in the world. The more you practice, the lower your level will be!
If Jiang Ping'an hadn't been prepared to give up on the path of spiritual cultivation, he would have started cursing now.
The state that I had finally cultivated with so much effort was actually lost!
Although Jiang Pingan was a little depressed, he became more and more curious about this technique and continued to practice.
Anyway, he was ready to give up his spiritual practice and focus on physical skills.
Two hours later, Jiang Ping'an's face twitched again.
Lost another level.
The fourth level of Qi training.
The pills I took before were all in vain.
As the skills became more and more proficient, Jiang Ping'an's cultivation level dropped faster and faster.
If you tell me this, no one will believe it.
At midnight, Jiang Pingan fell into deep thought as he saw that he only had the first level of Qi training left.
Which senior would be so boring as to create a technique that would lead to a loss of realm?
He actually wasted most of the night on this technique.
Jiang Ping'an stopped practicing and put away the "Soil Base Technique".
Let’s just think of this technique as a souvenir from Uncle Meng.
Jiang Ping'an meditated and rested, but immediately, he frowned.
Why is the sound insulation of this inn so poor? The sound of the next door snoring, the sound of the guests turning over downstairs, the sound of the waiter yawning, the sound of Xiaobai's energy running outside the door...
wrong!
Jiang Pingan opened his eyes suddenly.
It’s not that the sound insulation is poor! It's his hearing that's increased!
Why is hearing so good?
Normally, you can only hear it so clearly when you focus your spiritual energy on your ears... Wait a minute! Reiki!
Jiang Pingan suddenly thought of something.
Although his realm has fallen, the energy in his body is still there!
Under normal circumstances, as the level of a monk increases, the amount of spiritual energy stored in the body will increase.
As for monks with low realms, there is no doubt that they will have less spiritual energy in their bodies.
However, after his realm dropped, his spiritual energy was not lost!
In other words, his spiritual energy storage at the first level of Qi training is the same as when he was at the sixth level of Qi training!
Jiang Ping'an raised his hand and used the fireball technique.
"Huh~"
A huge flame appeared in the hand.
Jiang Ping'an's eyes widened, it was actually even more powerful than the fireball technique he had used before!
The source of spiritual energy is actually the spiritual energy in the blood in the body!
Jiang Ping'an looked shocked, "What kind of skill is this "Soil Base Technique"?"
Suddenly, he noticed something and his face darkened.
Downstairs, in the night, three men in black appeared at the door of the inn.
"If the white horse is here, the man must be here!"
The man in black with the roundest body said in a low voice: "Go in and ask where the two people are. Kill the man and leave his storage bag. The woman will be stunned."
Although this man was dressed in black, his size betrayed his identity.
There is no one fatter than Zhang Ling in the entire Minghai City.
Today during the day, Zhang Ling saw Meng Jing and felt endless desire in his heart. It was the first time he saw such a beautiful girl.
He was still thinking about whether to steal the little girl secretly, until he saw the young man taking out the Foundation Establishment Pill, which confirmed his idea.
Anyone who can easily take out the Foundation Establishment Pill must be very rich.
Even if he had no money, the sword and the cute little girl alone were worth his while.
Two men in black entered the inn, put a knife on the boss's neck, and asked in a low voice:
"Are there two teenagers staying here? The boy is handsome and the girl is pretty. Which room are they in?"
The boss didn't dare to hide it and responded tremblingly, "Room No. 2, Tianzi."
Zhang Ling broke the boss's neck, turned around and whispered: "Uncle Zhao, those two people may be monks, be careful."
A man in black said easily: "Master, don't worry, it's just two children. The three of us have practiced Qi to the tenth level. It will be easy to deal with the two of them."
"Furthermore, even if the medicine bought this time is inhaled into the body during the foundation building stage, the combat power will be reduced by more than half, let alone them."
No matter how strong the young man is, he is said to be in the foundation building stage, but the three of them have practiced Qi to the tenth level, prepared special potions, and are still sneak attacks and assassinations. How can they fight against each other?
What's more, it's impossible for that young man to reach the foundation-building realm.
It can be said that the opponent has no chance of winning.
Arriving in front of Tianzi Room No. 2, the man in black named Uncle Zhang gently poked a small hole in the window and blew special dizziness medicine into the room.
The three of them took the antidote to the dizziness medicine and waited quietly for a cup of tea.
A man in black used the ability to control objects through the air and quietly opened the door bolt.
The three of them moved skillfully and very cautiously, and they always did this kind of thing at first sight.
Zhang Ling swallowed and couldn't wait to open the door and enter the room.
The candlelight flickered, and the petite and exquisite body lying on the sandalwood bed was so tempting.
Meng Jing was holding the sword, drooling from the corners of her mouth, dazedly.
Zhang Ling's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw this beautiful young man. He's so beautiful! He's so beautiful!
His dozen or so women combined, none of them are as beautiful as one of his toes!
Now, this woman is his!
Suddenly, Zhang Ling thought of something and looked around the room. Where had that young man gone?
Zhang Ling heard movement behind him and was about to activate the technique when his body suddenly stiffened and severe pain came from his neck.
Pa da ~
A big round head fell to the ground.
Before Zhang Ling lost consciousness, he saw two other fallen corpses and the indifferent young man.
How can this be? The three of them were at the tenth level of Qi training, yet they were assassinated silently.
Who is this young man? Killer? Why did he sense their arrival? Why is he so strong? Why did your body suddenly pause just now?
Zhang Ling died, with countless questions and unwillingness before his death.
He is the son of the city lord. He has more than a dozen women and countless money, but he has no chance to enjoy it.
"Smelly wood, what happened?"
Hearing the sound of the head falling to the ground, Meng Jing murmured and asked without opening her eyes. She felt that her body was very tired and she could not open her eyes.
"It's okay, I accidentally kicked something when I went to the toilet."
After dealing with the three people, Jiang Ping'an's mood did not fluctuate much.
Quickly throw the body into the storage bag to prevent the smell of blood from getting too strong.
"Smelly wood..."
Meng Jing turned around, muttered and continued to sleep.
Jiang Ping'an found the medicine the three of them had taken before and stuffed it into Meng Jing's mouth.
"When you go out, there are dangers everywhere. You have to be careful at all times. It is best to buy some special talismans, but these talismans seem to be very expensive."
Talismans are very expensive, and it's a bit painful to buy them. I'll see if I can learn them myself in the future.
I found a "Basic Encyclopedia of Runes" in the Dawang Mountain bandits' den before, so I found some time to learn how to draw runes.
Jiang Ping'an sat in the corner and briefly counted the supplies.
There are more than 3,000 spirit stones, 35 Qi Gathering Pills, and a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pills used by monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage to practice.
The status of the Spirit Gathering Pill is equivalent to the Blood Spirit Pill used by martial artists. It is very valuable to low-level monks.
The most valuable thing here is a Foundation Establishment Pill.
Seeing this Foundation Building Pill, Jiang Ping'an had a strange expression.
This seems to be the one he sold this morning.
After all, I earned a knife in vain.
The rest of the things were just junk, and Jiang Ping'an's current worth was no longer worth it.
He used the cornucopia to copy many foundation-building pills, one of which was worth ten thousand spiritual stones.
After sorting the things and putting them away, Jiang Ping'an took the spirit-gathering pill he had collected and began to practice the "Soil Base Technique".
The name of this technique couldn't be more ordinary, but it's definitely not as simple as you think.
Practicing this technique can actually allow all spiritual energy to be integrated into the blood, and the energy stored on the first level of Qi training is comparable to that of the sixth level of Qi training!
If he returns to the sixth level of Qi training, he will definitely be stronger!
He suspected that the real name of this technique was not called "Lost Earth Technique". It was probably that the name was changed at will in order to hide this technique.
