Open the book: Cultivation of Immortality!

Close the book: What to repair?

Open the book: Cultivation of Immortality!

Close the book: What fairy?

Open the book: Cultivation of Immortality!

Recite silently: Cultivation of immortality, cultivation of immortality, cultivation of immortality!

Wake up: Aba Aba

Listening to the sound of the rooster crowing, Fan Ming rubbed his eyes.

It was so scary. He had a dream last night. He dreamed that there were immortals flying around in this world. They would look at the mortals in the world like ants in the sky, and he was just a slightly bigger ant among them.

, can be crushed to death easily...

"Haha, how could you have such a strange dream, a waste of brain cells..."

With that said, Fan Ming was about to get out of bed, but when he touched it casually, he seemed to have touched something strange on his hand. He turned around and saw an ancient book lying quietly beside the pillow...

I looked at it, and it looked at me, its big eyes staring at its "small eyes", and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Fan Ming covered his face in pain, "Yes, what kind of nightmare is that? It's clearly reality!"

Fan Ming originally didn't want to believe that there were immortal cultivators in this world, but these days he has been exposed to too many things that are inconsistent with the style of the martial arts world.

For example, the old almanac, the blue-eyed white tiger with special abilities, or the mysterious man who can control all kinds of beasts as mentioned by Uncle Wu...

With this happening one after another, it is really hard for Fan Ming not to doubt the true appearance of this world.

He is now beginning to suspect that the stories about immortals that his predecessor heard when he was a child may be adapted from real events...

It’s scary to think about it.

Because of this incident, Fan Ming was a little absent-minded during his morning exercises.

It’s like there’s a Manchu-Han banquet table next door. Can you still eat the boiled cabbage in front of you?

Even though Fan Ming doesn’t know much about the cultivation of immortality in this world, but based on the words left by the last author of the alchemy encyclopedia——

"A hundred years passed quickly, and Yu Fang returned home, but the old pharmacist who adopted Yu passed away..."

In addition, the author of the previous article said that he only embarked on the path of cultivating immortality at the age of thirty-four.

After all calculations, Danyangzi was at least over 130 years old when he left the book to his adoptive father's descendants.

However, in the Daqing Dynasty, the age of eighty for ordinary people was considered auspicious, and those who lived past the age of ninety were written into the history books.

As for warriors who practice Neijiaquan, although they can theoretically live longer than ordinary people, due to the special nature of a warrior's growth, they must fight with others throughout their life. Often, the higher the realm of a warrior, the more fights they will have in their life.

Over time, some internal injuries that were insignificant in youth will become the straw that breaks the camel's back in old age.

Therefore, the life span of most warriors is not much longer than that of ordinary people.

The longest-lived master warrior recorded in history books only lived to be 113 years old.

Compared with Danyangzi who is at least 130 years old, it is far behind, and looking at the context of that paragraph, it seems that Danyangzi only came back by chance, and did not come back to retire or wait for death, so his

The lifespan is estimated to be more than one hundred and thirty!

This is enough to show that immortal cultivators in this world can also live forever.

There are also the fairy prescriptions at the end of the "Compendium of Prescriptions". Just looking at the descriptions of their effects can make Fan Ming's scalp tingle.

Who knows how many mysterious and unpredictable methods the immortal cultivators in this world have.

Maybe in their eyes, the so-called "land gods" are just bigger ants...

After figuring out these things, how can Fan Ming practice this "Ant Fist" with peace of mind?

After forcing himself to perform Tong Lianquan twice, he still couldn't calm down, so he had to stop.

But as soon as he stopped, he suddenly felt the blood in his body boiling, and something seemed to be connected in his body...

Fan Ming looked at his body, then jumped a few more times, and then he finally realized what happened.

"Is this a breakthrough?"

Yes, he broke through to the seventh level of Tong Lian Quan and became what is known in the world as a second-rate warrior.

It’s true that if you plant flowers intentionally, they won’t bloom, but if you don’t, you will plant willows to create shade.

His predecessor had been trying hard for so long but failed to break through, but now he had just had the idea of ​​giving up, and he had made a breakthrough inexplicably.

I have to say it’s so comedic!

However, Fan Ming couldn't laugh at all.

After sitting on the ground and resting for a while, he finally decided to find something else to do to divert his attention.

Practicing archery is a good choice.

Fan Ming took his bow, arrows and straw target to an open space near the village.

There will be no audience this time, and Fan Ming doesn’t want any.

He placed the target thirty meters away from himself.

Then shoot an arrow at random.

I just wanted to feel the feel of this arrow.

However, what he never expected was that the arrow actually hit his eye.

Fan Ming was stunned for a moment, then turned his attention to the old almanac in his mind.

But what makes him even more incredible is that there is no [hunting (appropriate)] today!

What's going on?

Without the blessing of buffs, would I have such powerful archery skills?

Fan Ming thought for a moment and suspected that this was just a coincidence.

Just when he was about to shoot another arrow to verify his idea.

"唳!!"

Suddenly there was an eagle cry in the sky.

Fan Ming looked up and saw familiar voices, familiar places and familiar pictures...

I saw a gray-black eagle hovering low above the village!

Fan Ming raised his eyebrows. It had only been a few days since I shot him. He actually dared to come here again.

The scar is really healed and I forgot about the pain!

Fan Ming recovered from the depression in the morning.

He may be born as a hunter, and when he encounters prey, he always feels a subtle sense of excitement in his heart.

Especially since this prey was one he had missed before, the excitement added a sense of challenge.

Today he did not have the blessing to improve his accuracy. Logically speaking, if he had the blessing that day, he would not have been able to hit the target, and it is even more impossible today.

But for some reason, Fan Ming felt confident from the bottom of his heart that he would definitely be able to avenge his shame today.

Fan Ming doesn't know where this confidence comes from. He can only attribute it to the fact that his archery skills improved so much yesterday, which gave him an illusion...

On the other side, the gray eagle hovering in the sky didn't seem to realize that the culprit who shot it that day was staring at it somewhere.

It is very hungry now. The weather has been getting colder and colder recently, and the difficulty of hunting has also increased significantly. Coupled with the injuries suffered in the past few days, its vitality has been greatly weakened.

It can only take a desperate risk and come to this village again to fight the autumn wind.

However, just when it stared at a plump hen and swooped down, a sharp arrow flew from nowhere and shot through its chest in an instant.
Chapter completed!