It is not so easy to destroy the foundation and body that has been cultivated for more than 20 years. After using a mouthful of blood to expel the depression in his body, Zhu Peng quickly sootheed a lot. At this time, his mind was slightly swollen and dizzy, but his mental consciousness became clearer and more sharp and sharper.

Although he knew that the most important thing he should do at this time was to stand up and practice his fists and feet, relax his qi and blood, warm his body, and make up for the losses he had backfired to the lowest level, after hesitating for a moment, Zhu Peng finally grabbed the rune stroke next to his hand again.

The path of wizards and the inheritance of Chinese martial arts are sometimes really in conflict with each other. The strong negative emotions that continue to spread and radiate the whole body are constantly worn out like toxins. However, this is an excellent state from the perspective of the black wizard. Both mental and magical power are extremely active. It can even be said that because of the weakening of Zhu Peng's body and blood, they become more and more excited and active.

Yin is strong and Yang is weak, Yang is strong and Yin is weak, Yin is strong and Yin is weak, Yin spirit and body are the yin and yang inside and outside. Taoism calls it "life", but I have to be in the center, suppress and balance, and cannot be overturned... Such an enlightenment naturally flashed through my mind. At the same time, Zhu Peng kept writing, melting Han Xueyi's soul and nameless bone fingers into ink, the huge painted black iceberg in the sea of ​​consciousness melted, and the huge amount of negative emotions spread as a pull. The golden card just now could only be considered a practice. This time, Zhu Peng bets all the power accumulated by the fate card to this day.

...The darkness grew in the narrow room, and the power of pain and torture surged out, turning the world into the abyss world below. The little spiders in the dark corners crawled out. They greedily absorbed the diffuse breath, and their bodies quickly became bigger and stronger, and then burst into a green poisonous slurry...

"Sir? Are you inside? I heard your phone ringing inside."

When she knocked on the door, Zhu Yin, who could not find Zhu Peng everywhere after two days, was really anxious. Finally, she took out a heavy javelin from the weapon placed on one side of the room and chose to force the door to break in. However, the next moment, the gray-green poisonous gas in the laboratory forced her out, which was a breath that spread like a strong sour. Just inhaling her, it made Zhu Yin unable to breathe.

Coughing violently, waved his hand, ran to the side to open the window of the room. After a while, the breath had almost dissipated, Athena rushed into the laboratory again. This time, she saw a man standing slowly on the wall from the corner of the room.

His face was almost as pale as a dead person, and his eyes were as bloodshot as red charcoal due to extreme energy consumption and continuous sleep for several days. In just two days, the originally strong and well-proportioned man was as thin as half of his weight. The wide but originally decent black robe looked a little floating in Zhu Peng's body at this time.

Looking at Zhu Yin, the black-robed witch slowly put away a dark golden pattern, with a pure gold and runes painted on it, and almost put into everything in her hand the dark gold medal "Desperate Cage" created. It is not any of the battles, tactics, and strategies that Zhu Peng had before, but an extremely special background card. It is said to be powerful, outrageously powerful, weak, and weak exaggerated.

"Fate is really interesting."

He spoke in a low and hoarse voice, and then Zhu Peng staggered toward the door. Seeing the man's amazing weakness, Zhu Yin took a step forward to try to help him, but he waved it away.

"I am now filled with high concentrations of sulfuric acid-like corrupt poison. You can't stand it if you get too close."

"Sir, you have been in the laboratory for the past two days of your disappearance? How did you make yourself like this? And why did you stay in this environment for two days and one night?" Looking at the messy room, stains and spiders everywhere, as if the laboratory was abandoned in a century-old haunted house, Athena Chu covered her mouth and nose and asked.

At this time, the whole room was filled with a smell of acid and sulfur. Ordinary people would probably faint directly if they stayed here for an hour. They might just die if they stayed for a day and a half. Zhu Peng stayed in such an extreme environment for two days and one night. In Zhu Yin's opinion, it was unimaginable. She just felt that the guy in front of her had become a cockroach, otherwise how could he have such exaggerated vitality?

"The more I am on the limit, the more I can understand the true meaning of life... As for why I can stay here for two days, it is because I have understood the mystery of thorns and pain, this set of self-abuse martial arts... the physical pain, but the spirit is with God." In this way, Zhu Peng snapped his fingers gently, and a light white light ignited on his index finger. The light it emitted instantly filled the darkness, despair, sin and torture in the entire room repelled and suppressed: the fighting spirit of light, God armed the thorns.

(The Christians on Earth are really good at it. They are worthy of being the largest religion in the 21st century. The centipede will not be dead even if they die.)

Close the laboratory door, Zhu Yin poured Zhu Peng a cup of hot water. The weak black-robed witch sat on the chair and drank half a cup. His originally scary pale face gradually improved.

Understanding the weaknesses of one's existence under this extreme state, and then slowly cultivating and restoring is also a kind of martial arts practice. In ancient times, there was the profession of "ascetic monk". He used physical pain to obtain spiritual satisfaction. Zhu Peng could occasionally fight hard for diligence, but he could not bear it if he often did this. The human body is subtle and mysterious. It is not the right way to move forward, but it is not the right way to move forward. The Yin and Yang of the Taoist Sect and the Doctrine of Confucianism are the correct guidance on the road of cultivation.

Having just drank half a glass of water, Zhu Peng suddenly frowned and looked out the door. His body was extremely weak but his spirit was extremely strong, and he felt a certain kind of malice and dissonance outside the door.

"Who is outside? And, Athena Chu, why are you so anxious to find me?"

"Ah...uh...this..."

"Don't hesitate. If you have something to say, when facing difficulties, look at it directly is better than an ostrich mentality." After a sip of water, Zhu Peng said slowly.

"There are commander of Forlindal outside the door...they...they said..."

Shaking his head, Zhu Peng stood up and strode towards the door, then opened the door of the room with a crack in Zhu Yin's face. Outside were the commander of the Mad Wolf Mercenary Corps, Fulindal and his old subordinates, and there were also some young corps watching around.

However, these people seemed to be just waiting here and did not expect the door to open from the inside out.

"...Zhu Peng, it turns out you are inside. Your little assistant said that you can't find you everywhere."

"I did a small experiment and forgot the time for a while. I didn't know in advance that the leader of the group would come to me. I was rude." The blood-covered eyes swept across everyone present, probably because of excessive fatigue, lacked some anger, and seemed dead and murderous.

When Zhu Peng's eyes swept over, everyone present was a little cowardly. Whether it was the combat power of this man or the horror of the wizard profession, these had already penetrated into the hearts of the mercenaries present. Even Fulindal, who was originally aggressive, felt a little shocked when he saw Zhu Peng at this moment. However, the old guy's eyes turned and he said with great momentum: "Okay, there is something small to talk to you, let me go into the house and talk to you. You are all waiting outside, don't disturb us in a noisy way."

He turned around and warned him, and then Fulindal, who had an unknown intention, entered the room with Zhu Peng. At least at this moment, this strong man with a national face acted like a group of people.

…Folindal’s tactics…

As soon as I entered the room, the door slammed.

With a plop, the strong man with a national face suddenly knelt in front of Zhu Peng. This scene shocked Zhu Peng. China respected the elderly and advocated the obsession instinct of becoming a Han person for thousands of years, so he quickly gave in to the side and avoided the direction where the other party knelt.

"No, you have something to say, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Zhu, you are a wizard, you are an uncle. I have seen your methods and abilities all these days, but if you want to fight with Mr. Annie, our Mad Wolf Mercenary Group is sandwiched between you and you can't afford it." Flindal wailed at Zhu Peng with a sad face, and he also knelt down a few steps as if he was about to come and hug Zhu Peng's thighs, but Zhu Peng retreated and avoided it.

"That has nothing to do with you. Get up quickly and talk about it. It's a team of people. What does it look like when people see Cheng He Taitong?" Zhu Peng said as he wanted to help Fulindal. However, at this moment he was not strong enough, and Fulindal was a side-level warrior with a considerable level of strength, so Zhu Peng could not help the other party up for a while.

At this moment, Flindal saw Zhu Yin behind Zhu Peng. At this moment, the little girl covered her mouth with her hands and looked at the uncle kneeling there with disbelief.

Flindal's old face turned red, but he insisted on kneeling there and just didn't get up.

"If you don't agree to my affairs, I won't get up."

"What's the matter, say."

"Our Kuang Wolf Mercenary Group is a small corps that cannot be supported..."

"I understand. Give me half a day to pack my things. In the afternoon, I will leave the Crazy Wolf Mercenary Group. Xiaoyin and go through the procedures." After agreeing, Zhu Peng successfully helped Fulindal up from the ground.

The 21st century earth remnants still find it difficult to adapt to the kneeling ceremony of others even in the era of wizards. At this moment, Zhu Peng finally clearly realized why the Beggars' Sect in the 21st century was an invisible wealthy industry. It is indeed not without reason that they have passed on from the Han Dynasty to the new century.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, two young men and women carrying gift boxes stood outside the gate of the Mad Wolf Mercenary Group, looking at the giant wolf group emblem that was roaring to the sky, and were speechless for a moment.

"Why did the leader Fulindal look like the other person in front of him and the other person in the back of him... I have always admired him very much." Zhu Yin murmured, looking at the majestic group emblem, she felt extremely sarcastic.

"This is because he is obviously not strong, but he can manage the better skills of the Mad Wolf Mercenary Group, and can afford to take over and let go. It is difficult for such a person to become an elite in a certain field, but in the middle and lower classes, he can often make a fortune... He looks so ugly, but he can marry a woman as beautiful as Dina's mother, and a lustful winner, which is quite enviable." As he said that, Zhu Peng turned around and left with the heavy gift box in his hand, and Zhu Yin also trotted with something.

"How did you know that Dina's mother is beautiful, and you haven't seen her before."

"Folindal looks like that. Didn't Dina follow her mother and can follow who she can? Could it be that she is a genetic mutation..."

"It may also be because of Lao Wang next door..."

“…………”

At the same time, in front of the windowsill on the second floor of the mercenary group, a girl with long black hair and blue eyes watched the young man and woman leave. Her expression was calm, but her palms holding the scroll were getting tighter and tighter.

"Sister, if you feel uncomfortable, cry, it will be much better." Sester looked at his sister with some concern. As a playboy, he knew very well that the more proud a girl like her, the more she could not bear the blow.

"It's uncomfortable, why am I uncomfortable? Terris has activated the blood of his ancestors belonging to the ancient Cyclops. His combat power and potential have been increased by nearly ten times compared to the original one. Two months later, I am almost sure of the recruitment of the Cadias Academy in the Wizard City... For my path to casters, the long years have just begun today." He turned around suddenly, his long black hair was fluttering, and Dinadal's eyes were as sharp as a knife at this moment, and the inspiring roar of the giant beast came from the scroll in her hand.
Chapter completed!