Du Qian didn't know how smart Kuai Ni, the second young master of the Kuai City Lord's family, was. He didn't even know that he was a person who lived in the same city as him.

As for those plans that sound high-end, what does it have to do with Du Qian?

At this time, Du Qian had absorbed the second spiritual horn today and obtained the data. Looking at the two rows of data, the difference was not very big. He smiled satisfactorily at the tester. The Flying Tigers were more powerful. The accuracy of the portable tester was higher than that of schools and businesses.

In fact, Du Qian was wrongly accusing the business. He raised the tester value. That was a hidden rule. It was not just one or two, but all commercial martial arts training places would do this.

People from the business know and those who go there know, but unfortunately they are too far away from Du Qian. A student who has just graduated from an orphan school can have enough food and has a tiles covering his body. It is already good. He dares to go into that kind of place for testing? The test cost of ten yuan a day can't afford even an ordinary graduate, let alone an orphan in war. How could he understand these tricks?

Turning the tester up is not to cheat, but to strengthen the martial arts monk's confidence in cultivation. Even if you know that the test result is too high, you will be happy.

No matter how you adjust it, the benchmark number of the tester will not change. Like the most basic combat power tester used by Du Qian, you can only test at most 10,000. When your combat power reaches 10,000, the error will definitely be within the allowable range and there will be no problem of being too high.

In fact, there are not many basic testers in any business, and the frequency of use is surprisingly low. If you really go to a business, you need training guidance and tests, at least you are martial arts monks with combat power of more than 10,000 yuan. How can you still need that kind of trick?

"The increase in combat power is about fifty, the content of spiritual horns is within ten thousand, and more than nine thousand five." Du Qian clumsyly began to draw the data curve. This thing was only the simplest to learn in school. Du Qian felt that it should be more intuitive to use it here.

Ninety-five? Ten thousand? Fifty?

Five percent?

Is this the absorption rate? It may be less than 5% of the thousandth, and the difference will not be too much.

"No, it's not calculated that way, it's far higher than this number." Du Qian bit his pen and hummed softly. He recalled the feeling of using the spiritual horn. Now, whether he uses the spiritual horn to absorb it or absorb spiritual energy himself, when the spiritual energy flows to his chest, part of it will definitely be intercepted.

In addition, it is also necessary to consider that during the absorption process, some of the additional spiritual energy absorbed from the head by inducing the spirit into the body and absorbing it from the head. The error range of the tester needs to be considered.

The portable test in your hand is better than the tester you used before, but there are still errors in this thing.

No matter what, Du Qian was quite satisfied. He absorbed a spiritual horn and converted spiritual energy may be less than fifty, but it will not be much worse.

In addition to giving out 150 spiritual horns as gifts, I also have 350 spiritual horns on my hand, which is a huge number.

After roughly calculating one fifty, Du Qian was so excited that he was about to explode.

Tens of seven thousand five hundred, and the calculation of extra calculations are all 10,000. He couldn't believe this result. He multiplied three times in a row, and then he satisfies his writing. In fact, such a small number can be calculated with just a glance, and there is no need to start writing.

Ten thousand five is at least equivalent to ten thousand five thousand combat power, plus his original combat power of nearly six thousand. In other words, it is very simple to absorb these spiritual roots, break through ten thousand combat power, and become a martial monk. It can even double the combat power of more than 20,000.

Attaining ten thousand combat power, becoming a martial monk, opening the Spirit Transformation Pool, ingest excess spiritual energy from the Spirit Transformation Pool, and condensing the first spiritual weapon, just like the green and transparent sword in Yao Jing's hand, majestic and domineering.

It's awesome, it's so awesome.

After less than ten seconds of excitement, a look of depression appeared on his swollen face. What awesome. I entered the orphan school since I was eight years old. During the ten years of hard work, I finally increased my combat power to nearly 6,000.

When he graduated, he almost gave up. If he continued to practice like him, he would never have a chance to make a comeback. Even if he kept improving at such a level and practiced hard until death, how great would he achieve?

Finally graduated. Although I didn’t see the protagonist’s halo on my head, my experience these days is amazing.

There are more than 300 spiritual horns in the bank. One is equivalent to the increase in the past month, which is at least thirty times faster. Even so, what can it be? It’s still a ****.

The data is not complete now. At this speed, one can be absorbed every three hours, followed by a four-hour window period. You must rest, that is, one can be absorbed for seven hours, which is the speed of three a day.

I have to go to work the day after tomorrow. I have to be as tired as a dog. I start absorbing it after get off work. I can't delay it for a minute until I absorb another one before going to work, so that I can't let it go.

Even so, it takes more than three months to absorb these spiritual horns. At that time, they were the so-called masters with 20,000 combat power.

Master? Bah!

Yao Jing was the same year as him, and her birthday was much smaller, but she had 220,000 combat power after graduation.

Well, even if she is a monster, what about Wu Yue? Where is Lei Ming? They are all humans, why is the gap so big?

The most terrifying thing is not these. Three hundred and fifty spiritual horns are a terrible number. Now I feel that it is absorbed too slowly, but there is always a time to absorb it. At that time, where can I go to get the spiritual horns? One hundred yuan per piece, can the little patrolmen afford it?

Du Qian’s monthly salary, including the bonus, is not enough to buy one. Not to mention the spirit horn, even the broken spirit, a pack of ten yuan, is not something that can be bought every day. Recently, the appetite has increased significantly, and the meal alone is several times that of others.

Without the spirit horns, absorbing a little broken spirit occasionally, how fast can the combat power be improved?

There is no future, it is too no future. At this moment, confidence was destroyed all of a sudden, and there was even the idea of ​​selling all the spiritual horns. After selling these spiritual horns and storage boxes, they are worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. With his income, he may not be able to make it in twenty years.

Du Qian gritted his teeth and was spinning around the room, like a donkey being rubbed with eyes, round after round, and couldn't stop at all.

I don’t know how long I have been walking around, but I sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at the ceiling, my face turned pale, and I raise a middle finger: “Damn it, I don’t agree, I don’t agree.”

"Fight!" Du Qian's neck was as thick as his face, and his veins swelled up, as if even the blood flowing inside was clearly visible.

My brother is young and I can afford to lose. If I don’t have any chance, I can only give up. Since God has left a gap to the road to success, no matter how narrow it is, Du Qian will not be willing to do it without trying it.

Isn't it just a twenty-year salary?

If you fight, the wasteland will turn into gold.

"Damn it, I said the wrong thing again. It turns out that it's gold. It's all this guy Lei Ming, who has brought me away."

After making a decision, Du Qian knew what to do. After more than three months, he tried his best to absorb the spirit horns and improve his combat power, he could not be idle either. He had to work and earn money. There were not many kids like Sikong Yi, so he could not wait for pies to fall from the sky.

As a patrolman, if you have to eat and get a card, you will do nothing. When you meet your classmates in the future, would you be embarrassed to say that you are a patrolman? Even if the ghost place in Fisherman's Wharf is not very big, no matter how small the mosquito's legs are, it will be meat.

If you use your head, you must not rely on the sky or the earth, and you must also hold out coins from the stone.

He set off a brainless and literary style and shouted at the top of his voice: "From today, you will be a rich man, accept bribes, and ask for bribes; from today, you will be a rich man, you will be a rich man, you will be a free man, and you will be a free man."

Yes, it turns out that my brother also has the talent to write poetry. After a few minutes of being so beautiful, he became depressed again. With my brother's emotional intelligence, he still wants to make money by relying on this? Why not sit and wait for a pie to fall from the sky? Forget it, let alone the Fisherman's Wharf can't get oil out of the water, even if he can, it's not my turn.

Just think about it, what is the right way to make money?

It was a headache and didn't come up with any good idea. The time was up. Du Qian quickly calmed down, took out a storage box, and took a few deep breaths.

I want money, but I need combat power even more.

With the headache and the absorption of spiritual horns, the sky is getting brighter again. When there is something in my heart, time seems to pass faster.

After taking a cold shower and eating a pot of rice, yes, it was just a pot of combat power. The speed of increase in combat power was far less than that of increasing intake, which also made Du Qian a little worried. Fortunately, there was no need to worry in a short period of time. The income of the patrol police was quite satisfactory, and it was not a problem to be able to eat.

He took out the best clothes and put them on. After looking in front of the half-body mirror for a long time, his brows frowned. His image was a bit bad, and the swollen face had almost disappeared. He gave him his original face. This face was not ugly, but it was too tender.

You have to go too. These days, it is not easy to make some money, but it is even more difficult to make big money.

Today is the last day of rest. Du Qian doesn't want to spend the window period with meditation at home, which is a waste of time. Some people say that there is a golden house in books. Du Qian doesn't deny this sentence, but the distance is too far and I don't know how many books I can read to read gold. I'm in a hurry.

The one with the most opportunities to make money is naturally the Wild Survivors Association, which is a spontaneous and semi-official organization.

Does it sound contradictory? In fact, it is not contradictory at all. At first, this association was a group of people who wanted to survive in the wild, gathered together and was completely spontaneous.

The wild represents danger and wealth. Du Qian didn’t know what the purpose of the association was to be established, but it changed its flavor later.

After surviving in the wild, I also earned money. As more people joined, I had benefits. The official will naturally intervene.

But the people in the association are unhappy and they will get better when they see the benefits? OK, the association has given you, let’s find another place to change the name?

The final result was that both sides compromised, and the Wild Survivors Association became a semi-official and bizarre institution.
Chapter completed!