It has been a week since Ma Xingkong returned to normal. During this period, there have not been many battles in the Northland. After all, two of the four legends of the Dragon Island fell on Ma Xingkong's hand, which was enough to seriously damage their vitality.

The battles in the North have decreased, but the overall situation will not change much. The war between the wizards and the dragon tribe is still continuing. As a legendary wizard, Godzilla, under the mobilization of the Ministry of Magic, ran back and forth like a perpetual motion machine, active in various battlefields.

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The reason why Ma Xingkong was that he had just recovered from a serious illness and stayed in Trislem Town.

The real reason is only known as Oster, the mature guy.

After reading Zhao Ling'er's letter, Ma Xingkong# showed a smile on his lips, and a violent spatial fluctuation appeared on his fingers. He kept the quill and a parchment roll appearing on the table. After Sifu for a moment, he constructed the narrative order in his mind, he began to write quickly.

"The healing potion has been received. I didn't expect that you are not only talented in cultivation, but also talented in the magic potion. If you want to learn, just let go of it. If you like it, when the mission is over, I will buy you all the books related to magic potion for you, how about it?" "In the letter, you complained that I have said too little about myself, but it's not that I refuse to do it for my husband. There is nothing to say. I just slaughtered two legendary dragons in the past three days. However, there are a few interesting things, so let me tell you in detail..."

With strong strength, clear ears and clear eyes, the brain is naturally running fast. With the back and forth letters these days, Ma Xingkong has also been very skilled in using quill pens. He only took an hour to write a letter that was thousands of words similar to love letters.

Among these love letters and family letters that are nearly 10,000 words, Ma Xingkong spent a lot of time and writing to praise Zhao Linger. He also used thousands of words to pave his experience, but when he encountered the real intense and exciting points, he mentioned it all.

But everyone who saw this letter could feel that the guy who wrote the letter was an extremely awesome person.

A strong and extremely rich stream that no one can learn.

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The breath of X is transmitted to the love letter through the tip of the pen and gradually spreads.

The letter exchange between Ma Xingkong and Zhao Ling'er seemed to be like returning to a high school student's relationship, and involuntarily became a boy in his first love period, with pure love, you and I.

Although he did not explain how resourceful and courageous he was, those methods of praising him were inferior after all. Ma Xingkong, who had advanced to young people, not only described the matter clearly and organizedly in his letter at home, but also portrayed his tall image without any trace.

After writing, Ma Xingkong browsed quickly, nodded with satisfaction, and asked the snow sculpture to deliver the letter.

"This snow sculpture is very fast, it's like a whirlwind in a day."

After putting Zhao Ling'er's letter into the space ring, Ma Xingkong swallowed Tai'an apricot yellow Nayuan Dan again and began his monotonous practice.

"Since the last breakthrough, I have seen my heart and nature, and I can already observe every cell in my depth. Although I can't control every cell,

The body's control ability has been greatly improved. Now if you use elixirs to assist in your cultivation, your efficiency will be much higher than before!” Ma Xingkong's dark brown eyes were as pure and deep as amber at this time.

"Although this speed cannot be compared with geniuses, it can already exceed the normal level!"

Close your eyes, Ma Xingkong sat upright in a posture of five hearts facing the sky, sorted out distracting thoughts, used his thoughts to guide the internal force to flow in his body, and began to rapidly absorb the medicinal properties of Yuan Dan.

After breaking through again, Ma Xingkong's ability to penetrate the microscopic is greatly enhanced. He can even feel that every cell in his body is madly sucking energy, using medicine to strengthen himself, thereby deriveing ​​more internal forces, which will in turn promote the cell's life activity.

In such an environment, Ma Xingkong's entire person gives people a feeling of seeing the mind and clear nature from the inside out.

Ma Xingkong estimated that his life span had even reached the limit of a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

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Two hundred years.

Adventures are destiny, and there is a chance of explosion in the microcosm. Only tens of millions of times of boring practice can truly improve steadily.

Cultivation is boring, but after every boredom, it is a great freedom.

Thinking of this, although Ma Xingkong's expression was gentle, if someone came to see him, he would always feel that he had a smile on his face.

Naturally, his mood rose a little more.

Although every progress is not obvious, such progress is the most reliable and formal way.

It absorbs the medicinal properties of Nayuan Dan in a pressed manner, and Ma Xingkong's strength gradually becomes

There are many ways to enhance strength. In general, it can be roughly divided into two types: increasing the intensity of the ** and increasing the quality and quantity of energy in the body.

However, in terms of timeliness, it can be divided into short-term and permanent.

For example, Zhang Kuang now chose to significantly improve his strength in a short period of time.

"Zhang Kuang, are you sure you want to advance to the legend? There are no inheritances in the wizard world. If you want to take a shortcut, it is easy to enter the third level by using the legendary wizard, but at most you can only reach the fourth level epic, and you will have no further potential. Don't feel at a disadvantage, and come back to ask me for this sword."

A strong man with extremely oppressive figure said to the young man beside him while looking at the cold-armed sword in his hand.

The arrogant young man had emerald green hair and bright black eyes. With his extremely beautiful face, he looked like a legendary elf.

He sneered: "You think that "the first level is easy to enter, the second level is expected, the third level is difficult to detect, and the fourth level is hopeless, is it just a joke? I am very practical, unlike those who think they are the protagonist after having some adventures. Even if they have fantasy help, it is difficult to reach the sky and still think about the ones behind?" Hearing this, the strong man still obviously disbelief: "If others don't say it, you can rank in the top 100 among the rookies of China with your wind-type mutant spiritual roots. As long as you practice slowly, you can still achieve the elixir." He glanced at the green-haired young man, and the strong man continued: "Don't look at the old guys at the Nascent Soul level in the sect are now polite to you, it's because of your potential. I dare to promise that once you become a legendary wizard,

They definitely don't even have any birds." Hearing this, seeing the somewhat pity-like expression on the strong man's face, the green-haired young man smiled suddenly, smiling so arrogantly and unscrupulously, as his name: "I Zhang Kuang needs to care about what others think?! It just happens that we can clearly distinguish which people are sincere and who just want to cling to, so that we can know which ones to promote. Even if it is only the fourth level, I Zhang Kuang will be the strongest among the fourth level!" After laughing at himself for several times, Zhang Kuang said: "You don't need to use your pipes to these things. If you don't say much, just say whether this thing is necessary!" After looking at him seriously for a while, the strong man's hand shook, and the air seemed to condense in his hand. The three fingers of his right hand were pinched together, as if he was pinching a long thread.

Needle-like: "It hurts very much, but you must hold it back and stay awake and cannot give up. Otherwise, once you fail, your mental power and sea of ​​consciousness will be directly nullified, all your skills will be lost, and you will become a useless person!"

Zhang Kuang showed a disdainful smile on his lips: "Noisy! I, Zhang Kuang, never know what I gave up, and I need you to remind me?"

As if he was stimulated, the strong man thrust the long transparent needle into his brow without saying a word.

Zhang Kuang didn't dodge or dodge, so he took it.

The two of them were in place, and time seemed to have stopped.

But time will not be transferred by anyone's will, it is still moving forward unswervingly.

As time passed, both of them began to tremble slightly, and blood began to drip down from the brow's eyebrows. The blood was red with a little light green, which spread down the nose and flowed down. When paired with his handsome and charming face, it looked particularly strange.

Millions of pores around the body began to squirt sweat frantically. Normal people lost a lot of water in such a short period of time, but they were afraid that they would faint from the extreme self-protection, but Zhang Kuang didn't!

The disdainful smile on his face became more and more obvious.

I don’t know how long it took, but the strong man took his right hand back as if he was exhausted: ‘I’m! I will never help others transform their sea of ​​consciousness and mental power in the future. This t-sweet thing is simply not something that humans do! Help you, my skills have been regressed for at least two years!” Feeling the power rushing out of my body and the sense of control over the world, the arrogant hand brushed across his cheeks and removed all the blood: “It’s just a transaction, it’s not considered who can help anyone, you know the value of frost sorrow. The legend is complete, and I won’t talk nonsense to you.”

After saying this, Zhang Kuang's breath expanded wildly, and a third-level pressure was transmitted from his body. Without activate energy assistance, he was surrounded by the wind without any roots and floated up and flew out of the door.

Although the strong man knew that Zhang Kuang was not a short-sighted person, he did not know the cause and effect of this matter. He only said that he had received the benefits and ignored him.

But flying far away, the ambition hidden deep in Zhang Kuang's eyes gradually emerged. He whispered in a low voice, as if he was saying to this world, and to himself: "In the real world, the life span of the Nascent Soul is only four hundred years, so what if he reaches the fourth level? Turning around is just a loess...

After taking the Yanhuang Thorn and opening the treasure, I can have endless vitality and live with the world! For longevity, sects and elders are just things that can be abandoned at will.

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After firming his true heart again, Zhang Kuang's arrogance surged, and a feeling of being the only one arrogance arose: "Ma Xingkong, I hope you can recognize it a little, otherwise...
Chapter completed!