Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

Once you level up, your experience points will plummet.

Along with this, the level of skin painting also jumped from beginner to master, and then to breaking the limit.

Breaking the limit by one level.

Breaking through the second and third levels.

The level has been soaring all the way, directly surpassing the powerful eagle claw skill that Wu Chong was most proud of before, and becoming the highest level one on the panel.

This is a life skill!

It is not restricted by character level and consumes very little experience points.

Wu Chong instantly felt that he had been poisoned by the concept of games before, and wanted to raise his level first, and then come back to practice life skills. If he had known this was the case, he might have gone to heaven by now if he had practiced life skills.

Improved all the way, directly to the skin painting technique (breaking the limit of nine levels)

After reaching this point, Wu Chong started writing like a god, and the human skin mask he drew in his hand looked just like a real person. The masks spread out on the table became increasingly weird, each one seemed to be smiling at him, with a life frequency on them that ordinary people could not capture. Once these masks are put on, one's identity changes instantly. Even an immortal like Lao Wangtou who has perfected his seal cannot see this change.

This is terrible.

Imagine that the person who lives next to you every day suddenly turns into a completely unfamiliar face one day. How shocking it would be.

After reaching the ninth level of sealing, Wu Chong can no longer just put on a human skin mask.

But a complete human skin!

After putting it on and hiding inside, you can instantly become a brand new person. It is perfect for hiding and assassination. Moreover, the art of skin painting has reached this point, and it has a vague scope beyond ordinary martial arts, and it is beginning to change in some unknown way.

"Can we add more?"

After absorbing a lot of memories, Wu Chong looked at the game panel and found that the 'upgrade' button at the back was still there.

After looking at the remaining experience points, I found that there were still quite a few.

"upgrade!"

This time, the experience value dropped a lot, and the experience bar that Wu Chong had saved for so long was suddenly emptied.

At the same time, after the nine-level skin painting skill on the panel flickered for a moment, a new change occurred. The art of painting skin has become the art of painting skin!

There is one more word for demon.

This change made Wu Chong a little stunned. He originally thought that it was a new realm, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Like the demon skills in this world, are they all mutations from the original martial arts?"

Wu Chong thought of the demon skills that now dominate the world.

Could it be that some amazingly talented senior had transformed and evolved after practicing martial arts to the ninth level?

Before he could think more, a large number of new memories appeared in his mind.

In these memories, he became a reclusive madman, giving up everything, even forgetting to eat and sleep. Studying the art of skin painting day and night. The things he drew were getting weirder and weirder, but he still couldn't break through.

Five years, ten years, a hundred years!

People who normally practice martial arts would be dead long ago, and they would not be able to devote themselves to studying the art of skin painting like in the panel. It can be seen from this that Wu Chong's physical qualifications are actually at the level of an ordinary person, far from reaching the standard of a genius. But with the support of the panel, these are no longer problems.

After hundreds of years of accumulation, he finally had a new understanding.

One day in his memory, he felt something in his heart and drew a brand new and complete human skin on the table.

This piece of skin actually started to speak the moment he started writing.

"master."

The moment he heard this voice, his memory came to an abrupt end.

"Alive?"

Wu Chong looked at the brush in his hand, took out the only two leather scrolls he had with him, and began to draw. The reality is not the memory world when he added some points. In the memory world, he spent countless pieces of human skin before he mastered the skin painting technique to the skin painting magic technique. However, in the real world, the skin scroll in his hand was basically useless. This is also the second function of the game panel, which can save a lot of resources.

After a while, a piece of exquisite human skin appeared in front of him.

This time he painted a beautiful woman's skin.

"Son."

The moment the human skin was formed, it actually made a sound. Different from the male voice in the memory, the voice this time was actually a female voice.

"Can you stand up?"

Wu Chong looked at the leather scroll spread out on the stone table in front of him and asked.

"Son."

It's a pity that this human skin doesn't seem to have a complete meaning, and it doesn't answer his questions. It only shouts these two words from beginning to end.

"Unconscious?"

Wu Chong picked up the human skin, and a touch that was exactly the same as real skin came from his hands.

"If I wear this thing on my body, will it change anything?"

An idea came into Wu Chong's mind.

He remembered that at noon today, a boy would come to deliver food to him.

We are all brothers in the village. It is not too much to sacrifice for the boss, right?

White Deer City.

Wu Chong's escape failed to have any impact on this kind of city. For Bailu City, Wu Chong was just an inconspicuous person. Except for people he knew, no one would care about his life or death.

Even Mr. Yue didn't care about him.

In the eyes of a superior like Mr. Yue, Wu Chong is at best a tool that works well.

If you run away, you will run away.

In Mr. Yue's view, if there is no follow-up demon power secret technique, he will find it back sooner or later. No one in this world who practices demon arts can escape the shackles of the secret arts, unless they want to lose control and die.

Compared with the disappearance of a small person like Wu Chong, the big things that the big guys in Bailu City have been concerned about these past two days are really important.

Sanxiang Pavilion was destroyed.

After the news spread for so many days, this group of people finally confirmed it. The perpetrator was also confirmed, because this person has never left Sanxiang Pavilion since he fell there. He is still sitting at the gate of Sanxiang Pavilion, as if waiting for something.

This made the remaining three major forces feel as if a mountain was weighed down on them.

Who wouldn't be afraid of a character who can be destroyed at any time?

Because they were afraid of death, the three major forces were forced to unite together, and secretly went to Penglai directly, hoping that the big bosses of Xiandao could come forward to help them solve this crisis.

after one day.

The immortal of Penglai hadn't arrived yet, but the man with the sword sitting at the door of Sanxiang Pavilion moved.

This made everyone feel anxious, fearing that this man had gone to their home.

Because of the existence of this person, the entire Bailu City has become cautious. Those second-generation people who usually drive and walk their dogs outside are all locked up at home by their elders. They were afraid that they would go out and bump into this person, which would bring disaster to the family.

"When will this day end?"

Lao Wangtou sat among the crowd, drinking boringly.

Also with him were Sister Sun and Yu Feishu, who had worked together on Jiang Xiao, the person in charge of the Penglai Immortal Sect Ceremony.

"Life is important. The origin of this person is too mysterious. Such a big Sanxiang Pavilion will be destroyed at the earliest opportunity."

Yu Feishu is still the same, but it can be seen from their behavior that he is not as calm as he appears on the surface.