On the second day of the self-created career test battle, at around 5:30 in the morning, the light white and gold-spreading light shone along the window into the quiet room.

Even though he was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger when he fell down, his powerful biological clock instinct still made Zhu Peng wake up on his recliner.

At this moment, most of the wounds on his body had healed, and some of the more serious parts were obviously bandaged and treated carefully. Sitting up from the recliner, the quiet and slow qi and blood in his body began to rush again, as if they were alive again. Zhu Peng's whole body was filled with vigorous energy that was about to overflow.

"Is this abnormal recovery speed...is it because of tenacity?"

He raised his hands and clenched his fists slightly. As a Chinese martial arts boxer with profound background, Zhu Peng, who has an extremely clear understanding of his own strength, is very clear that his physical strength, which has been upgraded to a relatively limit in the Earth era, has once again increased.

The rapid recovery of vitality is due to the activated tough talent, and the strengthening of physical and muscles is due to the irrigation and warming of dark energy particles, and the air is filled with abundant energy particles. This is an external condition that cannot be possessed by the Earth's era. Although it is a bit unscrupulous to say this, from the perspective of the environment alone, compared with the earth in the Dharma-Ending Age, the environment of the Abyss City is simply a paradise for Chinese artists. The path of cultivation that had been exhausted has once again had the possibility of another breakthrough.

Thinking about it, Zhu Peng pressed his head and eyebrows with his palm.

As the qi and blood spread and his mind became clearer, Zhu Peng gradually recalled what happened last night: He was carried upstairs by Yi Wen in a daze yesterday with his arms, took out the key and opened his door, and then slept on the recliner in the most familiar practice room.

I can't remember what happened during the process. At that time, he was too tired and Yi Wen was quite relieved to have him around, so he did not force himself to recover from his sanity. The urge to make potential also requires specific analysis. Zhu Peng had already gone crazy once after a series of battles yesterday, and once again tapped his physical potential. It may be too much but not too much, but it hurts the origin.

The fresh morning light shines. In addition to the spacious hall where Zhu Peng practices martial arts and boxing, there are wooden tables and bookshelfs with tool boxes placed at the corners of the room.

A broken arm soaked in formalin and wrapped in a solid bandage on the table. If it was in an ordinary family, it would be terrifying to see this scene suddenly. But for wizards, especially dark wizards, Zhu Peng's "collection" is a little shabby among the apprentices.

Zhu Peng has entered the meditation room of the ghost-shaped man. In addition to the rich collection of books and a large number of crystals that bind the soul fire, there are also various incomplete limbs:

The head of an elf soaked in a glassware, the huge crescent-like monster sword feet, the brass-colored Zerg mouthpiece, the horns of a giant dragon, the anticorrosion head specially made by the barbarian witch festival on the plateau, and even a paint-black scaled arm holding the stone magic sword tightly. It is a demon arm that still maintains vigorous vitality and may even have self-awareness... The meditation room of a ghost-shaped person is simply an alternative display of the diversity of species in the heavenly world.

That is the collection of a senior dark wizard, symbolizing experience, profound knowledge and terrible power.

Zhu Peng will gradually enrich his collection bit by bit in the future.

Kill those powerful living organs, capture their souls, cut off their most proud powerful organs, and fill them in their own museums without the energy to deal with them. Unlike now, not only can they say that there is no satisfactory collection, but they can't keep any of them.

Zhu Peng urgently needs strength now, and there is no room for every collection to be placed temporarily.

He carefully checked the orc arm that had been treated with antiseptics. After secretly praising Yiwen Huamei's technique, he placed it on the empty bookshelf with the crystal that bound the soul, then stretched out his arms and chests, intending to take a shower first before making a new card.

His mind was full of thoughts, coupled with the fact that he could rest assured, his usual keen perception was inevitably weakened. The moment Zhu Pengxin pushed open the bathroom door with his hand, the door was opened first.

After taking a shower, the silver-haired girl who looked more beautiful and beautiful came out of the bathroom. She was wearing Zhu Peng's white T-shirt and collector's version of her underwear with Tai Chi pictures. While humming a song, she wiped her long wet silver hair with a towel.

The moment the female elf suddenly appeared, Zhu Peng seemed to have been punched in front of Yi Wen as if he had a punch in the lower abdomen.

"...Why are you here?" the silver-haired elf was stunned and asked stupidly.

"Nonsense, this is my home. Get out of the way, and I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom." He pulled away the female elf who was over 160 years old and still had a string in his mind. Zhu Peng entered the bathroom and pierced his head in the pool. He was not sure how charming he was just now for males, or the handsome men and beautiful women of the elves clan were all over the place. Yi Wen can talk about beauty among them, but she can't even widen the gap, so she doesn't have a clear understanding of this.

She didn't know, no, she would never know. At that moment, Zhu Peng almost wanted to ignore the boy Qigong he had practiced for more than 20 years.

"Yiwen, wait for me, remember it for me... After I have practiced the alchemy, I will let you know how terrible the Wudang monk who has transformed from Pure Yang to Rongyang is." With his cheeks flushed, Zhu Peng gritted his teeth at the mirror in the bathroom. In fact, the most wise Pure Yang boy skill focuses on the heart as if his heart is dry and unremitting, until the world is unobstructed.

But in the 21st century when the information explosion occurred, even if you live in the deep mountains and forests, a photo poster of a young girl may float over the sky, and you still want to cultivate the most clever boy skills?

Due to the limitations of the external environment, the difficulty of cultivation has been completely out of reach. Fortunately, although Zhu Peng's Pure Yang Boy's Achievement is a little second-rate in the realm, he often does not care about concentration and endurance, as long as there is a girl like Yi Wen who has a stunning appearance but lacks a string of brains.

It is completely conceivable that there must be many tempers in the process of cultivation, and these "hardships" can greatly divert the gap between second-rate and first-rate boy Qigong.

"Zhu Peng, what are you doing inside? My underwear is still inside. You can put it in and get it."
Chapter completed!