The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

After a while, the whole person turned around, bent over and vomited, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Chu Heng didn't use any means to get in touch with Zhang Xuemei's symptoms now.

On the way home, Chu Hengcai said softly: "Do you think it's cruel?"

Then without waiting for Zhang Xuemei to open her mouth, she said to herself: "This world is a world where the weak prey on the strong. If I don't have the strength, I can only let the mermaid go. If I didn't have the strength before, then I will be the one who falls now, and you, if you think about it, you will be the one who will fall." Clear, so, if you can't pass this test, then after I go back, I will ask Uncle Fu to give you some money, and you and Uncle Zhang can live the lives of ordinary people in peace!"

After finishing speaking, Chu Heng didn't care about Zhang Xuemei's opinion any more.

Jianghu was originally a place where intrigues and the weak preyed on the strong. If Zhang Xuemei could not accept it, even if he had a good foundation, Chu Heng would not be interested in keeping a vase by his side. kuuhuu

After returning home, Chu Heng went directly to the room and took out the Thousand Spider Myriad Poisonous Weed from the system backpack.

Make a fire, make alchemy.

As each plant of medicinal material was put into the alchemy furnace, soon, each medicinal material melted.

During this process, Chu Heng also carefully controlled the furnace's heat.

After an hour, two round blue and white pills appeared in the pill furnace.

"System prompt: Successfully refine two level 3 elixirs Humai Pill (perfect quality), and reward 1500 skill experience points."

Hearing the system's prompt, Chu Heng smiled inwardly, secretly thinking that the skill experience gained from alchemy would be faster after all.

But looking at the rare two pills in the pill furnace, he couldn't help sighing.

For a pharmacist master, basically these pills below the tenth level, every time they make alchemy, at least three pills can be guaranteed to be finished in a batch of pills.

But the alchemy furnace that Chu Heng is using now is too bad, and it will still have some influence after all.

Then he shook his head and took the pill instead.

As the elixir entered the abdomen, soon, the slightly tingling meridians seemed to be injected with an ice spring, making the meridians all over Chu Heng's body feel more comfortable.

I tried to use my inner strength, and nothing happened along the way.

Sensing this, Chu Heng couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction.

This perfect-level pulse-protecting pill is enough for Chu Heng to use it for at least three months, and there is no need to worry about practicing for a while, the body will not be able to bear it.

Then exhale the system and focus on the basic internal strength.

"Practice the basic internal strength to the first level, consume 50 skill experience points, do you want to upgrade?"

"upgrade."

"Practice the basic internal strength to the second level, consume 100 skill experience points, do you want to upgrade?"

"upgrade."

.....

"Practice the basic internal strength to the fifth level, consume 800 skill experience points, do you want to upgrade?"

"upgrade."

With only a little skill experience point left, the internal strength in Chu Heng's body also rose in vain.

It was also in this short period of a few breaths that Chu Heng directly entered the third-rate middle stage from opening up the five meridians.

After jumping five levels in a row, if other people know Chu Heng's progress speed, they will definitely be scared out of their wits, which is a bit too terrifying.

Feeling the vigorousness in his body, he had an unknown amount of internal force than before, Chu Heng also smiled with satisfaction.

With the system, for Chu Heng, the bottleneck that ordinary people worry about does not exist at all. As long as he has enough skills and experience, he can quickly improve his strength.

However, the further you go, the more skill experience points you spend, so it's not yet the time for Chu Heng to be proud.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and began to sit cross-legged to practice.

While Chu Heng was practicing kung fu, at this time, in Wangya Mountain, where Chu Heng obtained thousands of spiders and ten thousand poisonous weeds before, there were already two extra figures in front of the corpses of Fang Rong and others.

The whole body was in blue-gray martial arts uniforms. After checking the wounds on Fang Rong and the others, one of them stood up and said to Ma Zongyuan on the side: "Brother, they have been dead for almost two hours, and they were all killed by one blow. The opponent seems to be very strong."

Ma Zongyuan glanced at the place where there was no grass, then looked at the corpses of Fang Rong and others, frowned and said: "Thousands of spiders and ten thousand poisonous weeds are gone, tell the disciples in the sect to check and see if anyone has come to Wangya Mountain recently , or Fang Rong has not come into contact with anyone during this time."

The other two nodded and left quickly.

Ma Zongyuan glanced at Fang Rong, who had been dead for a long time on the ground, and spat on his body, "What a waste, I can't do this well, but I want to see who is so bold as to dare to fight with us!" The Qingshan faction is against it."

Chapter 20 Zhang Xuemei's identity, a kind of malicious grass-egg feeling

At night, Chu Heng stood in the garden, looking at the moon in the sky, but thinking about his family and friends in another world. ~)

Sighing softly, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

It was also at this time that there was a slight sound of footsteps. Turning his head to look, it was Zhang Xuemei who was so scared that his face turned pale in the afternoon.

However, when she came this time, Zhang Xuemei was holding a box in her hand, walking step by step, extremely resolutely.

Walking in front of Chu Heng, Zhang Xuemei knelt on the ground without any hesitation.

This made Chu Heng a little curious, "Xuemei, what are you?" He got up and prepared to help Zhang Xuemei.

But when Chu Heng put his hands on Zhang Xuemei's, the latter shook his head, "Master, please listen to me."

Seeing Zhang Xuemei's expression was so determined, Chu Heng had no choice but to give up, and turned to look at Zhang Xuemei, waiting for Zhang Xuemei's next words.