Enter the Immortal Cultivation

After coming down from the ring, Wang Qi returned to his usual lazy look, and he didn't seem to have any interest in the martial arts test.

However, with his current look, no one would think that he was arrogant or anything else - after all, this was a fierce man who killed a top student in the Immortal Academy with one punch!

Without being disturbed, Wang Qi kept leaning against the tree, closing his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Mao Zimiao had time to visit him after finishing a martial arts test. At this time, Wang Qi was holding a bamboo tube and pouring water into his throat.

And the strange thing was that there were already several bamboo tubes on the ground.

"Xiao Qi, are you... thirsty?" Mao Zimiao looked at the bamboo tubes on the ground. He asked curiously.

"Woo woo?" Wang Qi shook his head and said nothing, just handed Mao Zimiao another bamboo tube.

Wang Qi's strange attitude aroused Wang Zhenqi's vigilance. She took the bamboo tube first and sniffed it under her nose: "Looking at your attitude, I always feel like you are playing a trick on us... Am I overthinking?"

Wang Qi's answer was weak: "Don't talk to me... I feel dizzy..."

For some reason, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Xiao Qi, are you hurt?"

"Tsk, a mere Fa Xiong can't hurt me."

Mao Zimiao looked at the bamboo tube: "Maybe it's a stimulant?"

"The right medicine for the disease..."

Wang Zhenqi looked puzzled: "I haven't heard that you are sick?"

Mao Zimiao untied the bamboo tube stopper and sniffed it: "No smell at all?"

"A Miao, I smell all clear water, what can you smell?"

"It seems to be fine." Hearing his friend's judgment, Mao Zimiao took a sip boldly. Unexpectedly, as soon as the unknown liquid entered his mouth, Mao Zimiao let out a mournful cry: "Meow——!"

Because Mao Zimiao screamed too shrilly, many people around turned to look. But the cat-eared girl didn't notice it at all, just covering her mouth and jumping up and down. Wang Qi then opened his eyes and showed a wicked smile: "Cat tongues and such, turned out to be real! No wonder I've never seen you eat spicy food."

Wang Zhenqi was shocked, picked up the bamboo tube, and took a sip with his finger: "So salty... This is saturated concentrated salt water! Wang Qi, you are so cruel!"

Wang Qi handed over the bamboo tube that he had drunk half of. After taking a sip, Wang Zhenqi also tasted it: "Oh my God! This is also saturated concentrated salt water! Doesn't your tongue hurt?"

Wang Qi pinched his throat and smiled bitterly: "My throat hurts too."

Wang Zhenqi cursed Wang Qi for having bad intentions, while hurriedly feeding Mao Zimiao clean water. Mao Zimiao took a long time to recover. The cat-eared girl looked at Wang Qi with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Qi, why do you want to drink this kind of thing, meow!"

Wang Qi raised his left hand. I saw that the left hand that was not used at all in the battle just now was now shaking uncontrollably. Wang Qi smiled bitterly: "Acute sodium loss causes muscle weakness, and there is no way to do it without saline."

Wang Zhenqi was shocked: "Acute sodium loss? What kind of strange disease is this?"

Mao Zimiao had just followed Wu Shiqin, and now he saw a clue: "Then how did you block the lightning strike without injury just now?"

Wang Qi nodded: "I broke the physical bonds of some substances on the surface of my body, dissociated sodium ions with excellent conductivity, and turned my skin into a lightning cage."

Mao Zimiao exclaimed: "Dismantle substances in the body? Are you going to die?"

"In fact, I originally planned to dismantle iron ions, but that would not be good if a large amount of ferric alkali [Shenzhou's general term for iron hydroxide and ferrous hydroxide] was produced after a round of clicks. And I can't control the strength well, and if I dissociate too much, I will be anemic-the most critical point is that the absorption of iron is much slower than sodium, and I can't make up for it even if I drink spinach juice for several days."

In fact, the process of Wang Qi practicing this move is also extremely dangerous. Several times, he dissociated excessive free metal ions in one breath. If Ai Qinglan hadn’t been watching at the time, and if cultivators were not physically stronger than mortals, she wouldn’t have dared to play like this.

Mao Zimiao was a little surprised: "This spell... doesn't seem to be useful, meow?"

"I actually derived this trick from a mathematical method, and I'm just testing it today." Wang Qi drank another mouthful of concentrated salt water: "When you encounter a strong electromagnetic person and lose to him, this trick can greatly increase the probability of saving your life. The same is true for the trick of 'hardening'. It can save your life when the protective qi is broken. In that state, I can easily take the flying sword slash of the same level master."

Mao Zimiao was a little embarrassed: "You haven't used these tricks before, meow..."

Wang Qi answered as a matter of course: "So you have to try it."

"This is a martial arts test, meow..."

"Isn't this a free opportunity to try it?" Wang Qi seemed to have finally replenished sodium, and threw the bamboo tube into the storage bag: "You know, with my temperament, I probably don't have much chance to fight a life-and-death battle with a master."

The two half-demons looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with shock that could not be concealed.

Others fear it like a tiger or a leopard, but I treat it as a trivial matter. What kind of mentality is this?

But before that...

"I think you can get many opportunities to fight with strong people with your mouth..."

"Since you think you have no chance to fight, why did you develop this kind of technique based on fighting!"

"Those who care about details are idiots." Wang Qi said this righteously. Then, he asked Mao Zimiao: "Azi, did you win the last game?"

Mao Zimiao's ears drooped immediately: "Lost, meow."

Wang Qi frowned: "How could you lose? Your strength should be considered good in the statistics, right?"

The ranking of the Immortal Academy is a combination of the literary test and the martial test, but the literary test has a higher weight. Most of the half-demons are the type like Wu Shiqin who are more capable of doing things than thinking. In the martial test, they should be stronger than the human race who are ranked similar to the literary test.

Mao Zimiao shook his head and sighed: "The opponent used the Swift Flame Body Movement, which is too hot, meow."

"... I have too many complaints here. Is this a joke about cats' tongues being afraid of heat? It's hard to bite? And where did you come from, you cat? You actually bit me!"

"I'm a close-range short-handed fighter, meow! It's very hot!"

Wang Qi held his forehead: "The Tianyan Atlas is at least two levels higher than the Swift Flame Body Movement, okay? You actually lost... Are you really a half-demon?"

Mao Zimiao felt a little aggrieved: "I don't want to be like you, Xiao Qi, who knows a lot of magic..."

"You should imitate Senior Sister Ai instead of me..." Wang Qi looked up at the competition area, as if looking for it, and then his eyes lit up: "Look over there."

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There are so few recommended votes on June 1st...

The lollipops from the mage begging for by book friends are probably the only consolation...