MTL - The Return of the Black Technology of Immortal World-Chapter 12 Little Ai is back

As he relaxed, the stagnant aura in his body could no longer be suppressed. Yang Qing opened his mouth, a hot white air flow, a thin stream, like an arrow, gushed out, and hit the ground three meters away. on the wall.

With his current ability, even if he cultivated his inner qi, he could barely be regarded as an acquired martial artist, but he still couldn't do the attack of inner qi away from the body.

With this breath, there was a loud bang of a hammer hitting the wall, and a large piece of paint on the wall was smashed, which shows how hard he was holding his breath.

As the breath was removed, the pores on Yang Qing's body could no longer be sealed. It was like being drenched in rain. When he swiped the floor, from head to toe, every place where there were sweat glands, there was stinky sweat It oozes out, is sticky and smelly, sticks to the body and does not want to come off.

The food on Blue Star is all mortal things, not only has no aura, but also has various toxic residues. Over the years, his body has been piled up, and this time it was completely discharged, and he died together. The cell fragments, the water decomposed from fat and various energy substances, this is why the dirty water has an endless supply, and soon covered his body with a thick layer, as if wearing clothes for him. A piece of dirty laundry was left, and it was also piled up on the ground.

A stench similar to a dry toilet that hadn't been cleaned for many years suddenly enveloped him. Yang Qing took a few breaths heavily before he could evenly adjust his breathing. First, this is called breathing, which is usually done by warriors or monks when they meditate and cultivate their inner qi. However, if breathing breathing is integrated into daily life, you can inadvertently use breathing to promote the circulation of inner qi, which is equivalent to practicing kung fu all the time .

This ability is nothing unusual, even the athletes on Blue Star know how to control their breathing rhythm during exercise, not to mention the ancient immortal world that warriors have passed on for thousands of years. It is just a basic exercise to integrate practice into daily life.

The reason why he endured the stench instead of changing his clothes in a foam bath and then burning incense to sit quietly like ordinary monks is purely because this is the first time he exhales and stimulates his inner energy. It is very easy to find resonance, but once he moves In the future, the internal energy in the body will be turbulent, and there is not much internal energy in itself. Once it is turbulent, it is likely to stop flowing. You must know that the meridians that have just been opened are very fragile and cannot withstand another impact in a short period of time.

This also means that the high-speed channel of energy in Yang Qing's body is in danger of being closed at any time. At that time, the hugeness of the soul will not bring benefits, such as a photographic memory, drawing inferences from one instance, etc., but squeezing his body at any time , with life to maintain.

However, breathing and exhaling has been the most common thing he has done in the past hundred years, and it has almost become an instinct. It's just that a monk breathes deeply and slowly, and he only breathes once a moment. nose up.

So Yang Qing adjusted a few times, and under the control of the powerful soul, he grasped the rhythm, and the internal energy in his body also became stronger imperceptibly.

call! Breathing out a turbid breath, Yang Qing opened his eyes, and now he was as uncomfortable as if he was wearing a piece of mud armor, so he was slightly shocked, and he saw the whole body, from head to toe, even the strands of hair Vibrating at a high speed, the dirt on his body immediately shattered into pieces, shattered into small mud, and fell off, revealing the skin that was originally dark but now as clear as jade.

Precise control of the physical body is the instinct of acquired warriors. Even the group of martial arts practitioners on earth can do it, let alone warriors.

It's a pity that the dirt is easy to remove, but the smell is hard to get rid of. These smells come from sweat glands, and there is no way to get rid of them. If in the prehistoric fairyland, a decontamination spell will naturally refresh the body, but on the blue star, he has to sacrifice Get up the magic weapon of taking a bath.

Yang Qing stood up, and couldn't help but secretly thankful that she didn't put on a piece of clothing when she came back, otherwise the piece of clothing would have really become a source of pollution.

It’s not that he is suspected of being an exhibitionist, but that when he was in the prehistoric fairyland, he had too many secrets when he was weak. will be faster.

In this prehistoric continent, strength is king. Anyone who has a chance to improve, no one will not grasp it. It can be said that none of the people in the early stage of Qi refining practice wearing clothes. Down-to-earth, there are many people who don't wear clothes directly outside, and not only male cultivators, but also female cultivators.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Fuling Mountain, there is a **** sect, which emphasizes that people are born in nature, return to nature, and no matter male or female, there is a wonderful existence of nakedness.

Yang Qing didn't care about his nakedness. The more than 100 years of experience as a monk still had an indelible impact on him. You must know that when he went to the public bath, he always wore a pair of shorts.

He opened the window first, let the strong wind blow in from the 33rd floor, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Even with the slightly cold raindrops, it made the smell in the room dissipate a lot, and then busily wiped the dirty things Clean, take a shower, and it's not over until there is no more smell in the house.

At this time, he belatedly put on a pair of shorts for himself, and took a look at what happened to Xiao Ai.

The monitor was still in a state of black screen, and so were the power lights and hard disk lights on the host computer, and even the sound of the power supply fan was gone, which made his heart sink slightly.

Sure enough, there was still no rescue? Yang Qing thought to herself and walked over there.

Although everything was expected, the chances of Xiao Ai surviving were not great, but he couldn't help but feel a little sad. Xiao Ai was his last link with the prehistoric world. Only her existence could make Yang Qing feel that he was truly Really stayed in the prehistoric for a hundred years, not a weird dream.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to the power button again, wanting to see if the host could still be turned on. The reason why he didn't use his consciousness anymore was because his consciousness consumed too much of his body. The day of the eyes and ears.

But when he stretched out his hand, he regretted it a little. According to the movement of the mainframe at that time, the mainframe should have been burned down long ago. How can it be turned on again?

However, unexpectedly, when his finger touched the case, before he pressed it, there was a buzzing sound, and there was a signal input on the display, but the strange thing was that there was only a burst of color change on it. There is no image, and there is still no light on the host, and there is no movement of the fan.

Having seen the monsters and ghosts in the prehistoric world, Yang Qing's heart was already big enough. He stopped and looked at the screen quietly. At this time, he would not be surprised even if a Sadako crawled out of it.