In the afternoon, Han Teng woke up very early. The first thing he did when he woke up was to close his eyes and regulate his breathing. There were too many things that had happened in the past few days, and he had no time to practice breathing and Qianli Fist. He first checked the items in the storage ring. In addition to the armor and some laser guns that were taken off the dead golden warrior in Shenghua City, there were twenty-six green fruits and the ingredient pills of the elixir that had been refined for a while, the corpses were left.

When he checked, he remembered that his silver sword had been lost, and it must have been taken by the Qing Gang. He thought that since the silver sword that looked very ordinary was so powerful, what about other weapons? It would definitely not be bad. As he said that, he searched for a suitable weapon from the corpse of the storage ring. After searching for a long time, he found a black two-foot-long black stick, like a burnt wooden stick. When he held it in his hand, he felt quite satisfied, but he couldn't see anything special.

Such a broken thing also takes up space in the storage ring, so I simply threw it into the trash can. I just threw it over and found a stream of light passing by. I hurriedly ran over and picked it up and looked it carefully. I didn't see the special place. I thought it was dazzled?

He tried to inject the spiritual energy in his body into it, and found that the top of the black stick lit up, and then it dimmed. Han Teng was seriously surprised. The moment he injected his spiritual power, he obviously felt that the black stick had become heavier, and an excited smile appeared on his face.

"Another treasure!" The silver sword last time was a surprise for him. Although it was cut into iron like mud, it could not inject spiritual power. This black stick that looked unpretentious could absorb spiritual power, so it should not be an ordinary person.

There are other weapons in the storage ring, such as the red tassel spear, but they are either too heavy or not. At present, only this black wooden stick is considered to be of the same quality as the one injected. Continue to inject spiritual power, and find that there is something like a white gem on the top of the stick, which is embedded in the stick. Once spiritual power is injected, it will emit white light.

But every time he stopped injecting spiritual power, the wooden stick returned to its previous appearance, and it was pitch black. If there was a continuous injecting spiritual power, no matter how much spiritual power he could, he would not consume enough. Inject spiritual power again and try to strike forward.

ah!

Han Teng let out a pain, and as soon as he waved, he felt his palm being stabbed by something on the wood. He looked at three tiny blood holes in the palm of his hand, and blood flowed onto the handle of the black wooden stick. Then the blood hidden in it and disappeared.

Because of the sudden pain, the black wooden stick fell on the floor. When the blood hidden in it, a black light flowed around the entire black stick, then disappeared and returned to its original state.

When Han Teng picked it up, he found that its weight had become lighter inexplicably. When he held it, he felt like blood was connected. This was a very wonderful feeling. He unconsciously injected spiritual power into it. The black stick suddenly shone brightly, and the white light at the top became more and more dazzling. He tried to hit the white wall next to it.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the wall vibrated, and a pothole appeared in the place where it was hit. By repeatedly injecting spiritual power, it was found that the wooden stick was based on the amount of spiritual power injected and the amount of attack power it exerted. The more spiritual power it injected, the stronger the power it exerted with, and no longer could not retain spiritual power as it was at the beginning.

The spiritual power you deposit can only be used at one time. In this way, as long as you store some spiritual power in it every day, then when you use it at a critical moment, the effect will be a one-hit kill. So what if it is the genius Niu Jinguo? Next time you meet it, compete with the other party's ghost hand and let him see who is more powerful. If you think about it this way, this is completely the ultimate killing weapon.

After discovering this secret, he injected the spiritual power in his body into it bit by bit. During the injection process, it burst out with dazzling white light, but once it stopped injected, it would return to its original state. However, the feeling of blood connection made him know that the power in it had been greatly enhanced.

The black energy floating in the cold dantian surged rapidly, giving birth to more energy transmitted to the palm through the blood vessels, and then from the palm to the black stick. It stopped transmitting energy until the black energy volume became very small. I slowly opened my eyes, and some blood appeared in my eyes, and a tired look appeared on my face. Looking at the black stick in my hand, I obviously felt the power coming from above. If I swung it once, I would probably directly penetrate the load-bearing wall just now, with a slightly raised corner of my mouth, showing a smile.

Put it in the storage ring, looked at the watch on your hand, it was already three o'clock, and then continued to meditate and practice breathing to replenish the lost spiritual power as soon as possible. Before practicing, I first ate a green fruit. With the help of the green fruit, I restored my spiritual power in my body to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The hands made a mark on the chest, slowly closed their eyes, and breathed evenly. Then the consciousness led the spiritual power in the body of the leader to flow along the blood vessels. As time passed, it gradually became better. It felt like the pores in the body were opening up. The remaining spiritual power in the air was entering and leaving the body through the skin cells. It was a very wonderful and comfortable feeling.

At this time, if you look from a distance, you will find that there are many white mists lingering around it, hidden in it, as solemn and dignified as the god you have obtained, full of sacredness, and a feeling of wanting to worship him.

During the practice, not only did I feel that the toxins on the body are excreted from the body, but the toxins in the muscles are also brought to the surface of the body with the flow of spiritual energy and are excreted from the body. I don’t know how long it took until the phone rang, so I slowly opened my eyes from meditation.

At the same time, he smelled a fishy smell. He raised his arm and found a layer of black and yellow dirt attached to it. However, he not only did not show disgust, but instead smiled. The yellow thing was the dirt flowing out of the muscle tissue, which also indicated that he had entered the second state of breathing.

I went over and picked up the phone and found that it was Gu Xinlan who called her. I felt wronged when I heard her voice. So I asked what the reason was that I was bullied by the little red pig. He told her that he was back and asked them to come to the villa tonight and have a big meal tonight. Leave the little red pig at home and starve it all night. Gu Xinlan was amused and agreed repeatedly.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon. I comforted her for a while and went to take a shower. After taking a shower, I felt refreshed. Both the energy and physical condition were unprecedentedly good. The only bad thing is that the spiritual power in my body is too little and I can't recover much in just a few hours.
Chapter completed!