"The equivalent exchange auxiliary system has been activated. Is it possible to exchange one level of spiritual herb. Is it possible to exchange it in equivalent? The equivalent exchange of one level of spiritual herb can be exchanged for a little experience value or a hundred merit point value." The cold system prompt sound rang in Fang Yan's mind.

"The spiritual herb can exchange for merit point values ​​and experience values." The cold system prompt sound rang in Fang Yan's mind, like the sound of heaven. This equivalent exchange auxiliary system is really too amazing. With this system, as long as there are enough treasures and treasures, they will all be exchanged for experience values, and then their cultivation will not be rushing upwards, as fast as a rocket.

"Redeem it for experience value." After being shocked, Fang Yan finally chose to exchange it for experience value. With experience value, he can recover his health value. As for the mechanic point value, monsters are rampant in this sword tomb. As long as his body recovers, he can easily kill monsters to obtain mechanic point value.

As Fang Yan finished his confirmation, the first-level star grass in his hand turned into ashes in his hand, and his experience value was a little more.

After a brief surprise, Fang Yan used the experience value he exchanged to repair a little health, and then began to search in the jungle again.

There are many treasures in this sword tomb. After Fang Yan's careful search, Fang Yan found several first-level spiritual herbs on the road. In the end, he exchanged them for experience points and then repaired their health points.

"Haha... It's great to have this equivalent exchange auxiliary system! I believe that it won't take long to restore my health to 100." After nearly a day, Fang Yan's health has recovered to 62, and he is no longer as weak as before. Fang Yan is in a good mood.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and soft moonlight falls down. The moonlight falls on Fang Yan's face like flowing water, adding a bit of weirdness to his originally handsome face.

"It's a strange world. How much does it take to cultivate to open up such a world?" Fang Yan looked up at the sky, his health value was recovering greatly, and his confidence increased greatly.

Fang Yan looked up and saw a lush forest around him. The trees were brown-red and extremely tall, and the tallest were dozens of feet high. The ancient trees were towering and lush with branches and leaves.

"The disciples of major families in Yanzhou City entered the sword tomb space, with the purpose of killing monsters and precious medicinal materials in the sword tomb space and obtaining martial arts in this space. There are monsters in this forest, and if they can attract them with the strong smell of blood, can I kill these monsters and practice the exercise points?"

The jumping rabbit in the forest was too low, and it was only level one. Fang Yan, who had recovered a little strength and had a certain self-protection power, looked down on some other powerful monsters in the forest.

However, when hunting monsters, you must be prepared, instead of rushing up now. The monsters at night are very cruel, and Fang Yan's strength will be greatly reduced. Fang Yan did not act rashly, but went to bed together, intending to stay in this sword tomb space for one night.

As the day and night changed, the stars moved, and the bright moon above the head gradually became hazy. A trace of whiteness appeared in the sky. Until the red sun rose, Fang Yan woke up from the state of cultivation in meditation. He opened his eyes. In the sun, Fang Yan's face was no longer as pale as yesterday, and he returned to a little rosy color, and even his breath became longer and thicker.

"The feeling of cultivation is really good. Although I passed away this time in my previous life, I actually arranged such an identity for me, the only son of the Fang family, but it was not bad, and I also gave it a system." Fang Yan felt his physical condition, which was much better than yesterday. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, bringing a charming curve, giving people a handsome and elegant feeling.

The blood had already solidified on the white clothes. Fang Yan's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and then stretched out: "If you want to survive in this dangerous sword tomb space, you must get used to the choking smell of blood sooner or later, and the blood on your body will not need to be cleaned."

Originally, Fang Yan wanted to find a water source to wash, but in the end he had to give up and kill, what was the point of a little blood. Besides, the place close to the water source is the most dangerous.

"There are seven styles of the most advanced martial arts of the Bengshan Fist, which have the power to open mountains and cut off mountains. It is the family-born martial arts of the Fang family. Fang Yan's father Fang Zhen once used this martial arts to break the mountain and smash a mountain to pieces." Fang Yan recalled the family-born martial arts of the Bengshan Fist, and then started practicing from the first style.

I have to admit that although the original owner's physique was not good, his perseverance was still excellent and his foundation was very solid. This martial arts Bengshan Fist mastered a little essence, but he could not exert his due power at all.

Fang Yan practiced this martial arts without the obscureness of the past. His fist was like the wind, flowing clouds and water, and his movements were smooth without any drag. He usually had some awkward places.

Fang Yan's fist was like the wind, and the strong wind fell on the leaves, and the fallen leaves flew everywhere. Fang Yan was not aware of it. The second, third, fourth, and seventh, were freely scattered. The fallen leaves around were blown by the terrifying force, as if it was a rain of fallen leaves.

"The proficiency of the top human martial arts skill, Bengshan Fist + 1." Suddenly, a cold system prompt sound suddenly sounded in Fang Yan's mind. Fang Yan closed his fist, and a thought in his mind, a square, image that looked like a computer screen appeared in vain in his mind, and the screen was divided into several sections.

I saw a line of small words appearing on the martial arts column: "The top human-level martial arts, Bengshanquan, proficiency is one thousand points away from the next level."

Fang Yan, who is familiar with "The Immortal Realm", knows that in the game, proficiency is divided into five levels: going out, entering the hall, becoming a small and accomplished, perfect, and a master of the generation.

A thousand proficiency, and practice less than a hundred times a day, wouldn’t it take more than 300,000 times to reach the level of a master? It’s too terrifying, it takes eight years to reach the level of a generation of masters. Suddenly, Fang Yan’s eyes lit up and said in surprise: “In addition to practicing martial arts, ordinary people need to increase their understandings in addition to practicing martial arts, and as long as I reach proficiency, this level will naturally reach its level. It will be much easier to practice martial arts in the future.”

Proficiency, practice makes perfect. Practice every day without any realm insights. If you use it too much, you will naturally become proficient.

Cultivation is the foundation, and cultivation is reflected through martial arts. In terms of cultivation, Fang Yan has the existence of this immortal world system. As long as he has sufficient power points, his cultivation speed will be far greater than that of his peers.

With this sudden system and his qualifications, Fang Yan immediately had the capital to look down on the geniuses in this world. If all kinds of martial arts reach the level of a generation of masters, killing enemies beyond the level is no problem. He does not believe that humans in this world can practice every martial arts to the level of a generation of masters.
Chapter completed!