Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

Relying on the resilience of Tong Zigong, Mo Xuan's body soon formed a layer of blood scabs.

"No wonder it takes the longest to train the skin..." When

the pain disappeared, Mo Xuan began to tear off the blood scab on his body.

To train the leather realm, what needs to be done is to constantly temper the skin membrane, and under the destruction and stimulation again and again, the human skin is as tough as cowhide!

Of course, this is only a superficial change.

When human skin is as tough as cowhide, the membrane under the skin can also withstand more powerful forces.

At the same time, the epithelium is tight, which can also increase the strength of the whole body.

In Zhao Bao's words, it is to practice until the whole body is like a big bow, instantly exerting and unloading the force, and even the power that bursts out bombards his body, which can burst himself.

"Even if the average skin-practicing samurai takes an ointment that can speed up recovery, he can only maintain the frequency of dermabrasion once every three days.

But I have the foundation of Tong Zigong, and I should be able to practice three times a day..." Tearing

off the blood scab, the skin on Mo Xuan's body returned to normal, and there were no traces of dermabrasion at all.

However, this newly grown skin is still very tender, more fragile than the skin before dermabrasion, and Mo Xuan estimates that it will continue to grow for a while.

Draped in clothes, Mo Xuan put his hand on the human skin paper: Mo Xuan's

life: two years (+63)

can: 1

skill: innate boy skill (first glimpse of the door path 40%) Bafang punching (entering the hall 30%) Bloody Gong (70%)

Evaluation: Useful waste materials, dead people who die soon!

Looking at the two-year lifespan without change, Mo Xuan sighed.

Without the internal martial arts that could prolong his life, he could only continue to practice the innate boy skill.

"Perhaps, before I find the internal strength of life extension, I can cultivate to the innate realm by myself, practice the bones into the soul, and maybe I can cure my leukemia."

Mo Xuan secretly said in his heart.

However, Hua Sheng said that innate needs the blood of the royal family and the family, and it seems that hard training alone cannot become innate.

"Just try to do what I'm supposed to do right now." Mo Xuan shook his head, cleared his mind and focused his thoughts on the extra life.

"There is also an extra life of 63, but it doesn't save too much, and if the recovery speed is faster, my speed of tempering the film will also be faster."

This trip to the ghost market made Mo Xuan suddenly have a sense of urgency.

There are only two years left in life, and if you want to find a way to extend your life faster, you must improve your strength in the shortest possible time!

"Upgrade!"

Mo Xuan deducted four years' life value in one breath.

The numbers beat and a lot of memories flooded into your head.

With his previous experience, Mo Xuan quickly digested these memories.

The surface of the skin is golden, and on the human skin paper, the proficiency of innate children's skills has increased from "40% of the first glimpse of the door" to 60%.

"Apart from some heat in the body, there are no other adverse reactions."

After carefully feeling his body, Mo Xuan continued to add points to upgrade after confirming that there was no problem!

This time, Mo Xuan deducted another four years of life points, and his proficiency increased by 20% again.

Only this time, Mo Xuan felt a burning pain coming from his dantian.

Wow!

A mouthful of black blood spurted out, the burning pain of the dantian disappeared, Mo Xuan's footsteps were vain, and the feeling of weakness that had been lost for a long time surged up his body again.

Of course, Mo Xuan was not surprised by this.

Practicing Tong Zigong to practice his body was a normal thing for Mo Xuan.

"It seems that my current limit is to increase the power of the Innate Boy Skill for up to eight years a day..."

Mo Xuan calculated in his mind.

There are still five days left before the ghost market auction, and I can practice leather three times a day, and during this time, my strength should increase a lot.

"The knife technique must also be practiced, and the clues of the bardo and chiyang must also continue to be investigated..." Mo

Xuan pulled over a piece of rice paper, drew a form with a brush, and listed his plan for the five days.

In order to prevent being seen, Mo Xuan directly identified it with letters.

After making the schedule, Mo Xuan put down the brush.

"Young Master, it's time for lunch!" Outside the study, came Xiaoqing's voice.

In response, Mo Xuan tied his clothes belt and walked out of the room.

"Young Master, what is that big wooden barrel for?" Xiaoqing poked some curiosity into his head.

"Ask less." Mo Xuan pressed Xiaoqing's head back again.

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After lunch, Mo Xuan asked Huasheng and Zhao Bao about things related to the Leather Training Realm.

Hua Sheng seemed to see something, and gave Mo Xuan a formula, saying that the boiled medicinal soup was dropped into the iron sand used for dermabrasion, which could accelerate the recovery of the skin.

In contrast, Zhao Bao, who was a martial arts practitioner, was much more careless, not only did not see the changes in Mo Xuan's body, but also began to boast about how he practiced skin.

After bragging for a while, Zhao Bao looked at Mo Xuan and sighed, "Young master, if it weren't for the help of the master, my old Zhao would not be able to practice skin in this life, just the medicinal materials for recovery, my old Zhao would have to spend hundreds of taels a year, this is still my old age, I can't practice, if I am twenty years younger, I am afraid that it will cost thousands of taels a year..."

Old Zhao began to spit bitter water again, and in his words, there was a lot of regret and regret.

After all, Old Zhao only reached the peak of muscle training when he was thirty years old, and at this time he began to practice skin, and all aspects of his body began to decline.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm going back to drink medicine, and we'll talk about it another day." Mo Xuan quickly stopped Zhao Bao and found an excuse to prepare to slip away.

"That's right, young master." Old Zhao suddenly grabbed Mo Xuan, "There has been some chaos in the city recently, and there are many jianghu people, so you'd better not go out."

Old Zhao looked around, saw that no one was paying attention here, and continued: "There are ghosts in the city, and hundreds of people have died!"

"Ghosts?" Mo Xuan was a little puzzled, how could Old Zhao also listen to these rumors, could it be that he also heard it from Mother Liu?

"Uncle Zhao, what is the relationship between Mother Liu and you?" Mo Xuan asked.

"Relationship? Are we husband and wife, or are we a matchmaker made by the master, young master, why did you suddenly ask this? Zhao Bao looked at Mo Xuan inexplicably.

Mo Xuan: ......

After two perfunctory sentences, Mo Xuan returned to the study.

At this time, the skin on his body had completely grown, and the time was shorter than expected.

Taking off his clothes, Mo Xuan jumped and jumped into the barrel filled with iron sand.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The iron sand surged, and Mo Xuan unleashed his Bafang punch in the barrel.

After half a blaze of incense, bursts of pain began to come from the surface of the body.

Rubbing the iron sand, Mo Xuan felt that his whole body was like countless ants eating and biting!

Mo Xuan did not stop, and under the stimulation of pain, the speed of the Bafang punch was getting faster and faster, and the copper hoop outside the barrel made an overwhelmed sound.

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At

night, the streets of Wucheng are full of warriors wearing cloaks and carrying long cloth bags behind their backs.

Sometimes, martial artists who have a feud with each other meet, and even pull out their swords on the street to fight.

"It's already the fourth case."

On the carriage, Mo Xuan reluctantly lowered the curtain.

"Take a detour." Mo Xuan ordered to the horseman.

In the evening, taking advantage of the time to recover from dermabrasion, Mo Xuan took the time to go to the pharmacy, let the pharmacy treasurer look at the prescription given by Hua Sheng, and after making sure that there was no problem, he directly grabbed twenty pairs of medicines.

I thought it wouldn't take much time, but I didn't expect to encounter so many street fights.

"There are nearly twice as many martial artists in the city than before the opening of the ghost market, this is still clear..." Mo

Xuan felt that something was wrong, how could this small witch city suddenly attract so many warriors?

The Su family was wiped out, even if it was a fortune, for so long, the Su family's family property had long been divided.

"Could it be... Is it because it is haunted?

Mo Xuan shook his head, feeling that his idea was a little too outrageous.

Why did I start to believe this?

When Mo Xuan was thinking like this, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"Someone fighting again?" Mo Xuan frowned, and his fingers opened the curtain.

"Young Master, someone is out of the funeral." The horseman replied.

A team dressed in white filial clothing is slowly coming from the front.

Crash!

White paper money floated, and an unspeakable gloomy atmosphere filled the entire street.

Seeing this, the merchants on both sides of the street immediately closed their shop doors and stopped making any movement.

Suddenly, Mo Xuan felt that something was moving in his chest!

"Huh?" Mo Xuan took out the human skin paper in his arms, and the movement in his chest immediately disappeared.

"Is it the movement of this thing?" Mo Xuan was a little puzzled, and unfolded the human skin paper with both hands.

A trace of blood appeared, and on the human skin paper, two big words instantly appeared:

danger!!