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

The next day, it was just dawning.

In the Qingshan view, Mo Xuan had already got up, and after simply washing, he brought a large bag of dry food and a bag of clear water, and went out with a big bow.

In the early morning mist, Mo Xuan ran with his feet.

The white mist and dew kept sweeping over Mo Xuan's body, and under the wild rush, Mo Xuan's heart was surprisingly calm.

There is no excitement and anticipation of Tong Zigong's imminent breakthrough at all.

"Perhaps it is decades of unremitting experience in practicing Tong Zigong that has made me calm and calm." Mo Xuan secretly said in his heart.

Running all the way, Mo Xuan came to the place where he usually practiced.

Since there was no Xiaoqing Wangfeng today, Mo Xuan made several simple traps around to warn.

At this time, several rays of sunlight passed through the woods and projected through the thick mist to where Mo Xuan was.

"Let's start with Tong Zigong."

Mo Xuan took out the parchment he was carrying and unfolded it.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Xuan directly deducted 4 years of extra life.

The memories of practicing Tong Zigong hard flooded into his mind, and Mo Xuan's body turned golden.

The sunlight shone on Mo Xuan's body, inexplicably having a sense of divine splendor.

After more than a dozen breaths, the golden color on the surface of Mo Xuan's body faded, and the internal strength of the innate boy skill in his body increased again.

"There are four extra years of life left, just 100 percent."

Mo Xuan looked at the boy skill proficiency that had grown to 95%, and estimated the next upgrade.

Since this upgrade was to break through to the next realm, for the sake of safety, Mo Xuan still planned to separate the two upgrades for a period of time as usual in cultivation.

"Wait almost four more hours..." Putting

away the parchment, Mo Xuan picked up the big bow and tried to pull it away.

This time, Mo Xuan brought an eight-hundred-pound bow.

After barely pulling away five times, Mo Xuan's hanging arms trembled involuntarily.

"It's still not enough." Mo Xuan was also not discouraged, and he was able to pull the eight-hundred-pound bow apart five times in one go, which Mo Xuan expected.

Two lives as people, two lives are terminally ill, Mo Xuan has long been not looking forward to those things that should not be expected, he just wants to let himself live a few more years and make the quality of life a little higher.

After a few breaths, Mo Xuan's arms had completely recovered under the internal strength of the innate boy skill.

Taking off his clothes, Mo Xuan jumped into the pit filled with iron sand and began to grind.

More than half an hour later, Mo Xuan, whose body was bloody with iron sand, jumped out of the pit and waited for his body to scab.

After the wounds on his body were all scabbed, Mo Xuan shook vigorously to shake off the blood scab, and then picked up a steel knife with a thicker blade to practice the drinking wind knife technique.

After drinking the wind sword technique, Mo Xuan practiced the Blood Tempering Gong again, and after the Blood Tempering Technique, he began to sharpen his skin and cultivate Bafang Chong Fist.

In the middle, in addition to eating, Mo Xuan's rest time barely exceeded ten breaths, and he didn't even urinate or urinate.

Mo Xuan was like a machine, cultivating repeatedly, tempering his body little by little.

Stimulated by the remaining life span of one year and eleven months, Mo Xuan did not feel bored in cultivation.

In the afternoon, Mo Xuan, who had already polished his skin three times, jumped out of the pit.

"It's almost time, I have to find a secret place."

Mo Xuan was worried that after Tong Zigong advanced, there would be a period of weakness.

After shaking off the blood scab, Mo Xuan took the burden and walked towards the mountain.

On a hillside sheltered by bushes, Mo Xuan found a dry cave.

After simply sealing the hole and leaving a breathable hole, Mo Xuan took out the human skin paper.

Mo Xuanmei

: One year and eleven months (+4

) can: 2

skills: congenital boy skill (95% of the hall entry) Bafang punching (integration through 10%) Blood Fu Gong (60% of the hall entry) Wind knife (60% of the hall entry)

Evaluation: Useful waste materials, dead people whose lives are not long in coming!

"Upgrade!"

With a concentrated mind, Mo Xuan deducted four years of extra life.

Still familiar memories flooded into my mind, and my body turned golden.

"Huh? Wrong!

Mo Xuan found that the influx of memories appeared different at the end.

In his memory, he did not continue to practice the three styles of Tong Zigong, but suddenly sat up cross-legged and remained motionless.

His whole body exuded a golden color, Mo Xuan's expression was peaceful, his eyebrows were lowered, and his face showed a smile that seemed to be as innocent as the Buddha in the temple.

In reality, Mo Xuan felt a tingling pain in the position of his back spine!

The tingling pain gets worse little by little, or the tingling gradually penetrates deeper into the bone marrow.

Mo Xuan's body was sweating like a pulp, and under the severe pain, Mo Xuan fainted directly.

Mo Xuan, who fell to the ground, was in a coma, and his body continued to emit a faint golden light.

After being in a coma for more than a dozen breaths, Mo Xuan still hadn't woken up.

"Finally, there is a chance!"

A line of handwriting suddenly appeared on the human skin paper in Mo Xuan's hand.

Then, the human skin paper took the initiative to move outside the cave entrance.

However, when the human skin paper moved for a distance, it was difficult to advance half a step, because the corner of the human skin paper was dragged by Mo Xuan to death.

The strength of the human skin paper was also very large, and it all pulled Mo Xuan's body, but Mo Xuan just didn't let go, and five fingers tightly clasped the human skin paper.

Human Skin Paper: ?!!!

The human skin paper struggled for a while, and even dragged Mo Xuandu away for a distance, but he still couldn't break free.

In the end, the human skin paper gave up.

......

When Mo Xuan was sleeping, the sky outside was getting dark little by little.

Swish!

Mo Xuan, who was sleeping on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, with a wow, a large pool of black blood was spit out, and a lot of black blood was splashed on the human skin paper.

After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Mo Xuan felt that his body had never felt more relaxed.

Mo Xuan immediately looked at the human skin paper in his hand

: Mo Xuan's

life: two years and eleven months

can: 3

skills: innate boy skill (integration through 0%) Bafang Chong Fist (integration through 10%) Blood Fu Gong (60% in the hall) Wind knife (60% in the hall

) Evaluation:

An ordinary mediocre talent, a dead man whose life is not long!

"Two years and eleven months!" The first thing Mo Xuan noticed was lifespan.

Finally, I have one more year to live!

The thought that he would not die in a year, but would be able to live for another year, made Mo Xuan very happy in his heart.

"The energy value has also increased a little, and the evaluation has changed from waste wood to mediocrity!"

For the evaluation of the human skin paper, Mo Xuan was very satisfied, he was finally not a waste material, and the speed of cultivating martial arts should be much faster.

Satisfied, he put the human skin paper aside, and Mo Xuan began to run the Tong Zi Gong.

The internal force of the innate boy skill operated, and a faint golden light appeared on the surface of Mo Xuan's body.

"Will it shine this time?"

Mo Xuan stroked his skin in surprise, and found that not only could it glow, but even the hardness seemed to increase a lot.

Picking up the steel knife, Mo Xuan cut on his arm, as if he was cutting cowhide, and cutting hard could only cut a shallow cut, and did not hurt the blood and flesh under the skin.

"It has not yet reached the realm of invincibility, but it is far away from the ordinary leather training samurai."

Mo Xuan put down the knife, and the wound on his arm had disappeared.

"Resilience, it's amazing."

In the narrow cave, Mo Xuan was difficult to unfold, so Mo Xuan hunched over and couldn't wait to walk out of the cave.

He wanted to see how much his strength had grown!

In the cave, on the blank human skin paper, the handwriting once again appeared:

"A small return, it will be carried away, stupid one!"

Then, the human skin paper quickly moved towards the mouth of the cave, like a flexible long snake.

Click! Click!

Suddenly, outside the mouth of the cave, there was a sound of stepping on a branch, and Mo Xuan's head burrowed into the cave from a pile of bushes.

"I almost forgot about this thing."

Mo Xuan walked into the cave, grabbed the human skin paper, and clamped it on the waistband of his trousers.