The practice of Qimen magic is much more difficult than he imagined. Although he entered the interior without the guidance of the teacher and was not addicted to it and came out alive, this does not mean that he has learned this Da Liuren, but he has just started at this time.

After two months of study and practice after getting started, even though he has been working hard, until now, he has just mastered a little bit of the small flame that can be used to light a cigarette at most.

This thing is really too difficult.

If you want to learn these spells, the prerequisite is to master the Eight Trigrams of the Book of Changes, and to be good at math, be able to read astrological signs, and have good logical thinking skills.

Oh my God, he is not a programmer, not even a science student, nor an astronomy enthusiast. How easy is it to learn these things?

However, there are still some shortcuts, because after the initial stage where he didn't understand at all, he can now understand at least a few words.

As the saying goes, as long as there are parts that can be understood, the other parts will be much easier to say. Take your time, and then just calm down and understand these words in the clouds.

He believed that with his intelligence, he could thoroughly understand the pre-knowledge of learning Qimen numerology in at most two months.

Half a year later, his soul power reached level 10.

Over the past six months, he has been studying hard and understanding these metaphysical theories. He has made great progress. At least he has mastered the spells of the Qimen spells of the Renpan. Although he is still very unskilled, he has at least learned them. This is a good start.

Moreover, after reaching level 10, he can also try the soul ring technique on his other martial soul. His soul power level was not yet high before, and even if he wanted to try it, he couldn't use it. Now he can finally use it, and he is looking forward to it.

"Martial soul possessed!"

The possession of Slime's martial soul did not make him very good, but it had a great gain on the skin, and it looked so good that the skin was so good that it could be broken.

This soul ring technique is called soft by him. As the name suggests, this soul technique will make his body very soft.

In the past, he was not sure about the specific situation because of the feedback from the soul ring, but now he has only realized that he has made a good reputation after using it personally!

With the state of turning on the soul skill, his body's attributes increased by 30%. The most important thing is that his body becomes very soft, as if he has no bones, and he can make various postures. The time can last for ten minutes. It can be said that he is a very strong soul skill, and he is very satisfied.

Now he doesn't think that the white soul ring occupies his soul ring position, because after his cultivation and targeted exploration of the world over the past period of time, he found that the higher the age of the soul ring, the better!

His combat power only requires practicing more skills, including the Five Thunder Dharma, Fenghou Qimen, Tongtianlu, and so many extraordinary techniques. That cannot provide him with strong combat power? The effect of the soul ring has no meaning except to increase the upper level limit, it is just a shackle!

However, in more than a year, he had been practicing the third level soul power to the tenth level, and the name of the little genius returned to him, but this did not shake his will. The illusion he saw when awakening the martial soul was in his mind all the time, reminding him of a different mission.

He also tried to build his own team and prepare for the fight back, and then the plan died at the beginning.

He couldn't say what he knew. He would lose his voice as long as he opened his mouth, and would forget his words as long as he picked up his pen, but as long as he gave up this idea, he would immediately return to normal.

"Brother stinky, you are at level 10 too! Have you decided to hunt for some soul beasts as soul rings?"

Hunting the soul ring?

Of course I thought about it!

This world is very strange. Although I don’t know why the cultivation system turned out like this, it is conceivable that most of the monsters outside the world have been fascinated by human talents and fabricated such a deformed world, mostly to steal human talents and train them for masters.

He remembered it clearly.

In the illusion when awakening the martial soul, the humans who were kidnapped by the great demons had strong strength but could not resist their will at all. The apertures on their bodies, that is, their soul rings, were like collars, reins, and shackles, restricted their freedom.

Which normal person likes to be led by someone else on his neck?

Naturally, he didn't want to do so, so his soul power stagnated after reaching level 10, and he couldn't improve no matter how hard he practiced. Then he thought that he had to obtain a soul ring every ten levels in this world to continue to improve his soul power.

He came to a conclusion that could basically be equal to the truth: this world was built by those who were big enough to choose talented people.

Innate soul power is a talent. The higher the soul power, the higher the limit it can reach. Before reaching this limit, soul rings need to be attached.

The higher the age of the soul ring, the tougher the soul ring is, and the stronger the soul skills provided are. Therefore, for countless years, the matter of obtaining a higher-year soul ring after reaching a certain level of cultivation has been subtly influenced by everyone's heart. Because after obtaining a higher-year soul ring, they have indeed become stronger, so no one found out that there is anything wrong with this.

The stronger the ones, the more soul rings they have, the higher the age of their soul rings.

In other words, the more shackles a person with strong strength are placed on him, and this is the shackles they take the initiative to put on themselves.

These strong people are often talented, which means that countless years later, these captive humans have begun to take pride in having more and stronger shackles.

Cultivation makes oneself stronger is to become a superior person, but if these strong people know that their lifelong efforts are just to be a dog for others, they don’t know what kind of mood they will be, anyway, they are in a bad mood.

In order to become stronger, he also had to tie himself up a dog leash, but he had at least some choice, such as he could choose to use the soul ring that only lasted ten years.

Although I also put shackles on myself, one was rubbed out of toilet paper, and the other was iron chain made of titanium alloy. Even fools knew that rubbing it with toilet paper was easier to break free.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ning Rongrong with a hint of regret. He thought that back then, he had the opportunity to dissuade Ning Rongrong and chose a level ten soul ring to mean that all his strength was solved by martial arts. This is what a normal person should do.

He really wanted to give his martial arts to others and cultivate a group of teams, even if it was not to overthrow the great demons and liberate the human race, but to protect himself under the great demons, it was worth his martial arts to send it out.

But every time I have this kind of thought, my hair will suddenly stand on my body and my scalp will become numb. This is a warning from the depths of my soul. Although no one told him directly, he had such an intuition. If he reveals the truth of this world, then he will be dead.

In the end, he could only watch Ning Rongrong followed the arrangements of the clan and killed a powerful baboon that had been more than 300 years ago and obtained a century-old soul ring with increased strength.

Is it true that the strong are lonely on their way forward?

He sighed secretly, leaving all this behind: "I've thought about it a long time ago."

Ning Rongrong sat next to him, swaying his two calves in the air, looking very cute: "Brother, I tell you, don't feel inferior because your martial soul is mutated. You can practice to level 10 in more than a year. Your talent is actually very good. You must choose a soul ring that suits you. Don't be angry."

He laughed and said, "I am your uncle! And when is it your turn to comfort me? I have the most complete plan for the future. I know much more than you."

"That's good! Hehe! Let's play house. I haven't played together for a long time. Today I'll pretend to be a mother!"

"Childish! Don't play!"

"Let's play, play!"

Ning Shuang was speechless for a moment, and he knew that Ning Rongrong could not really come to care about him, and among his peers, he could play with her without restraint.

Others who are similar to her are not as tall as hers, and who are similar to hers are older than hers. No one can play with her except herself, but the problem is that I don’t want to play with her, bastard! Where can I have the joy of cultivating immortals in a house?

"No! Saying not to play is not to play!"

Ning Rongrong was so angry that he pinched his neck: "I want you to play with me! Tell me how you are willing to play with me?"

Ning Shuang thought about it. Since she woke up from the martial soul, she has never taken a hot spring with her. She must have felt ashamed. If that is the case, then use that move to force her to retreat!

"It's okay if you want me to play with you. Let's play first. If you win, I'll play with you."

Ning Rongrong did not doubt that he had, and responded: "This is simple, just compare it!"

"Okay, let's pee, let's see who can pee farther!"

The little girl's face suddenly turned red, like the clouds in the sky reflected by the colorful clouds in the sunset, which was very tempting: "You, you hooligan!"

"It's okay if you don't compare, I didn't force you to compete with me!"

Ning Shuang couldn't help but secretly praised her wit and escaped another disaster.

Ning Rongrong's face changed from red to purple, from purple to black, as if he was tangled with whether a little girl and a boy were better than this kind of thing. Then she glanced at her face as bright as a knife and an axe, her skin as gentle as white jade, her sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and her heartbeat was half a beat slower, and then she made up her mind to do it!

As the saying goes, wealth and honor are in danger, and you can’t bear to let your children get trapped in the wolves. How can you get rewards without giving?

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists: "I will compare, but I won't compete with you who can pee far."

Ning Shuang raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Do you have any ideas to tell me."

"Let's put a stone slab under your butt, and then squat down to see who's making a sound!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, Ning Shuang was shocked: It’s cruel enough!

But the harsh words have been given out, and even if you throw your face into your grandma's house, you cannot admit defeat.

What's more, she is a man. She is a little girl who suffers from such things compared to herself, but she is not herself. What's there to dare to compare with?

"Come on! Just compare, who is afraid of whom!"

They did it as soon as they said, and the two of them ran to the stream in the back mountain. There were usually no people here, so there was no need to worry about being seen by others.

In terms of mechanical dynamics, the breech gun has a much longer shooting distance than the breech gun. Since the shooting distance is longer, it means that the initial speed of the muzzle is higher. Therefore, the rifle can knock down the wall two or three hundred meters away, and the short-door Xia Kawai gun cannot collapse the gun when hitting the wall.

Logically speaking, since he was carrying a rifle, he should have a stronger momentum. He didn't expect that no matter how hard he used, he could not compare to Ning Rongrong's momentum.

I finally beat Ning Shuang once, but Ning Rongrong was so proud that he was arrogant and arrogant with his toes in his waist. His chin was almost raised to the sky. Without taking his skirt, he ran to him and pointed at his nose and said, "How is it, stinky brother, are you convinced?"

"Hmph! You're lucky this time, but it won't be so easy next time!"

"Tsk, even if you compare 100 times, you can't beat me!"

Ning Rongrong curled his lips to express his disdain, then changed his subject and said happily: "I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. Since you have already lost, you have to play with me."

"I didn't say I wouldn't play with you, what are you playing? You said!"

"I want to play house. We haven't played for a long time. I want to play mom!"

Ning Shuang pulled the corner of her mouth: "Then I want to pretend to be a father, right?"

"No!"

Ning Rongrong smiled a little badly: "Dad and mom are husbands, you are my uncle, we can't be together."

"Now I think I am my uncle? Humph! So!"

"So you have to pretend to be a son!" (Super loudly)
Chapter completed!