Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

"Are you watching the monkeys playing in the park?"

Kong Lingkui gently threw the knife in his hand, hung it on the iron shelf in the practice room, and said slightly angrily.

As Kong Ling spoke, he slowly walked up to Zhao Wumian, ready to treat Zhao Wumian to a chestnut.

Zhao Wumian raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and then begged for mercy.

"Uncle, please don't be angry. My nephew has benefited me a lot just now. The Plum Blossom Sword has at least reached the level of Xiaocheng."

When Kong Lingkui saw that Zhao Wumian was starting to panic, he also retracted his hand, preparing to expose Zhao Wumian's lies directly.

"Then you can practice and let me see. Are you still a little accomplished? Why don't you just say that you have reached Consummation?"

Zhao Wumian glanced at the attribute panel, and his confidence was evident.

Host name: Zhao Wumian

Age:16

Constitution: 28

Strength:26

Agility:24

Spirit:20

Power: All favorable external factors that affect oneself will be multiplied by a hundredfold.

Skills: Wen Sheng Fist (Xiao Cheng): 21/2500 [Five-step divine fist brings peace to the world, Wen Sheng’s magical power saves all living beings]

Wen Sheng Quan - Hunyuan Zhuang (Dacheng): 45/8100 [Use the mind to bring luck, use Qi to move the body, coordinate the inside and outside, and the Hunyuan is unified]

Nine-way Plum Blossom Sword (Xiaocheng): 1/800 [The plum blossom changes shape, the ice body is paper blade, although the enemy changes a thousand times, my heart remains the same]

Gain buffs: full of qi and blood, strong kidney essence, full of bones and blood, clear mind and heart, vigorous energy, full of vitality, concentration and calmness, steps like a dragon, qi and blood like mercury, six-sided Hunyuan body, Hunyuan strength, bright and clear Spiritual, active thinking, clever hands

Smart hands: The fingers are very agile and can easily change moves, even with only two fingers, they can easily perform various moves.

The new features gave Zhao Wumian some indescribable thoughts.

Zhao Wumian shook his head and got rid of other complicated thoughts.

Then Zhao Wumian took a few steps forward, and then used his sword skillfully.

The weight of the wooden sword was determined, making it easier for Zhao Wumian to perform the Nine-Road Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

Zhao Wumian took a deep breath, and then started practicing according to Xiao Cheng's proficiency in sword skills.

Gradually, Zhao Wumian entered the state.

As Zhao Wumian was sleepless and focused more and more, the blade became more and more sharp, as if an enemy really appeared in front of him to fight Zhao Wumian.

"This is a false enemy method that only Meihua Dao who is close to the level of Xiaocheng can use, and there seems to be more."

Kong Lingkui looked at Zhao Wumian's extremely skillful posture in front of him and couldn't help but be shocked.

When practicing in the Meihua Sword Xiaocheng realm, you will unconsciously face enemies with imaginary people.

It is precisely because of this Plum Blossom Sword Technique that after a small level of achievement, one will quickly reach a level of Dacheng.

And this can also improve the actual combat ability of Plum Blossom Knife to a certain extent.

Zhao Wumian felt that there was a person exactly like himself in front of him, holding a plum blossom knife to fight against him.

Immediately following the body's instinct, the self who looked exactly like this began to show off his tricks.

Gradually, I reached the most perfect practice state among plum blossoms.

"The visible chops the shape, the intangible chops the shadow."

Kong Lingkui looked at the rapidly shaking blade and exclaimed in disbelief.

Zhao Wumian, who heard Kong Lingkui's exclamation, gradually came to his senses and quickly finished a set of Plum Blossom Knife routines.

"How about it, uncle? My plum blossom sword practice is pretty good."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows and said somewhat provocatively.

"Okay, my uncle's eyes have been opened now, but I can't be the only one who gets hurt."

Kong Lingkui was also a master who didn't want to suffer losses, so he immediately started fighting with his friends who were also obsessed with martial arts.

So Kong Lingkui revealed a strange smile and grinned to discuss with Zhao Wumian.

"I'll contact a few friends later. I'll take you over to them after a while. I'll let them practice martial arts for you. Then you will be like you are now and let them see what a real genius is."

When Zhao Wumian saw that Kong Lingkui still had this hobby, he immediately grinned and hooked up with Kong Lingkui.

"Uncle, you are so good and bad, I like it so much."

How could Zhao Wumian not like something like this that requires little effort, makes you stand out, and earns proficiency?

"How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? Can it be called evil when it comes to people who practice martial arts?"

Kong Lingkui suddenly triggered a set of small combos and muttered with a blush.

The martial arts arena was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Okay uncle, call me when the time comes. I'll just go with you."

Zhao Wumian looked at Kong Lingkui with threatening eyes, coughed twice, and then said seriously.

"Why are you leaving uncle's place? You won't stay for two more days?"

Kong Lingkui heard the meaning of farewell in Zhao Wumian's mouth, so he asked in confusion.

"Yes, uncle, I have some things to be busy with, but don't worry, I will come back to you in another month."

Zhao Wumian has a lot to do when he goes back this time, not only visiting the clan elders, but also asking his father to help collect some martial arts.

When Zhao Wumian thought of this, he felt that his uncle was also a master of transformation, and he should know a lot of martial arts, so he asked directly.

"Uncle, I wonder what other martial arts you have collected here besides Wen Sheng Quan and Hunyuan Zhuang Kung?"

"Young people, don't be too ambitious. Wen Sheng Fist and Hunyuan Zhuang Gong alone are enough for you to reach the peak of Anjin."

Kong Lingkui felt that this talented nephew's plum-blossom sword was a little loose due to his sudden practice. He frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.

"But I am not an ordinary young man. Besides, if young people are not energetic, then how can they be called young people?"

Zhao Wumian showed his big white teeth, gave a thumbs up, and gestured at himself.

"Although I don't think it's a problem with your talent, it won't do you any good to see too much of these martial arts before An Jin peaks."

Kong Lingkui saw that Zhao Wumian wanted to learn other martial arts so much, so he immediately continued to talk about popular science.

"Practice a variety of martial arts is not conducive to breaking through the dark power, and it is time-consuming. It is best to wait until one martial art is perfected, which is the peak of dark power, and then you can learn other martial arts from a high position. That way you can learn faster. .”

How could Kong Lingkui know that Zhao Wumian just wanted more martial arts to add buffs to himself?

The more buffs there are, the stronger Zhao Wumian will be and the faster he will become stronger.

"Uncle, it's been too long to reach the peak of Anjin. How about I choose a few to check out first?"

Zhao Wumian said with some unwillingness to give up.

"Let's do this. You don't have to wait for your An Jin to peak. As long as you step into An Jin, martial arts will no longer affect your entry. I won't stop you from learning as many skills as you want, okay?"

Kong Lingkui looked at Zhao Wumian who was full of hope, and immediately thought of a compromise.

After hearing what Kong Lingkui said, Zhao Wumian knew that Kong Lingkui would not let him practice other martial arts before An Jin, so he nodded.

"Uncle, if I don't go to you myself, help me choose a discipline and practice kung fu. It will make your nephew feel more secure."

However, Zhao Wumian still continued to speak with the idea that he could win every one of them.

"Okay, but you can only practice horizontally. I'll go find it for you first. You can just go back to your room and rest."

Kong Lingkui was afraid that Zhao Wumian would continue to pester him for martial arts, and he was also afraid that he could not resist Zhao Wumian's hard work, so he gave it to Zhao Wumian.

Then he disappeared in front of Zhao Wumian's eyes in a few seconds.

In fact, Kong Lingkui knew that even practicing many martial arts would not slow down Zhao Wumian's progress for too long.

But that was when Zhao Wumian practiced Wen Sheng Quan and Hunyuan Zhuang every day, and could take one top-quality Qi and Blood Pill every day.

Otherwise, before An Jin, unless you waste time practicing health-preserving skills, the energy and blood consumed by multiple martial arts will easily cause physical deficiencies.

Even if Kong Lingkui is not Zhao Wumian's uncle, as a martial arts senior, he will not let a martial arts mythical seedling like Zhang Sanfeng Bodhidharma go astray in vain.

"It seems that I still have to find a way to find martial arts on my own, but my uncle is right. Once you have perfected Wen Sheng Quan, practicing other martial arts will indeed be faster."

Zhao Wumian, while walking back, was thinking about whether he should follow Kong Lingkui's method.

Zhao Wumian thought for a long time but couldn't think of a reason, so he shook his head to get rid of all the unnecessary emotions.

"Then let it take its course. Anyway, as long as I can make progress every day."

Zhao Wumian returned to the room, interacted with Bai Rengui for a while, and then called Zhao Fu.

"Uncle Fu, please pick me up tomorrow. I'll go home and stay for a day, and then you take me to find Grandpa Six and the others."

"Okay, Master Mian'er, when you finish your meal at Kong's Mansion tomorrow morning, you can give me a call and I will pick you up."

Zaifu thought that Zhao Wumian should have breakfast at Kong's house and say goodbye before leaving, so he kindly reminded him.

"Okay Uncle Fu, I understand. Then you should go to bed early and I will call you when the time comes tomorrow."

After talking to Zhao Fu on the phone, Zhao Wumian took Bai Rengui to visit Kong Mansion again.

Zhao Wumian has never been to places that are not conducive to Zhao Wumian's martial arts journey.

Now Zhao Wumian's various martial arts are on the right track, and he will leave the Kong Mansion soon.

"It will be at least a month before I come back next time. Let's go shopping one last time."

Zhao Wuming murmured, just give yourself this period of intense martial arts training life and relax.

Zhao Wumian walked through the corridors one after another, and he saw them all: the pavilion full of ancient charm, the small beard holding various rare carps, and the rockery garden with many strange rocks and strange scenery.

Finally, Zhao Wumian stopped in the center of the Confucius Mansion, where a huge ginkgo tree said to be thousands of years old stood.

The intertwined tree roots on the ground are as old as ancient dragons. The thick tree body disperses into three thick branches in mid-air, and wisps of dragon whiskers hang down intertwined. The thick crown seems to be roaring towards the sky, like a thousand-year-old giant tree.

"What a magnificent old tree, with such a heavy feeling of vicissitudes of life. I wonder if I can live for such a long time?"

Zhao Wumian touched the rough bark of the ancient tree and sighed in his heart.

"It's definitely possible. Breatharians are gods and live long lives. The way to live forever is to see it for a long time. I will definitely make it to the end."

Zhao Wumian's eyes were firm, as if making a promise to the sun through the atmosphere, and his joints were clenched white, indicating his owner's determination.