Chapter 23 23. I am a prophet, giving you strength

brush!

The sparkling water is like crystals breaking through the lake surface.

The young man swung his pole and threw a fat and big fish onto the grass.

Two tiger-backed cats came up immediately. After baring their teeth and grinning, one of the cats retreated in defeat. The other cat swooped up the willow tree with the fish in its mouth and put the fish respectfully on the white background.

In front of the cat, he didn't dare to stay any longer and retreated under the tree.

Under the tree, those weak cats looked at the white cat with envy in their eyes, but no cat dared to overstep, and they all lay down obediently.

The white cat is like a proud young lady, and the other cats are her servants.

Bai Feng didn't know how this white cat could be so capable, and he hadn't seen it in the library before.

"Boy, you've almost rested. Let's continue practicing in the afternoon."

Yuan Kui's voice came from a distance.

"I know, Uncle Yuan." Bai Feng responded from afar.

Bai Feng responded.

Bai Feng felt the extra purple bead in his mind and decided to act immediately.

"I see, is this the secret of Uncle Yuan's power?"

"The battle lasted too long. If we could end the battle quickly, it would be much better. Let's go to bed first. Then we can dry ourselves out under the covers during the day."

After saying that, the figure lowered its palm slightly, and a ray of purple light rushed into Miss Song's body.

"here it is?"

Looking at his feet again, he saw that his boots were stepping on the clouds.

This time is long past midnight and already into the early hours of the morning. Why hasn’t Sister Zhizhi fallen asleep yet? What are you doing in the middle of the night?

Three months ago, everyone in the imperial capital was looking for the spiritual martial arts bead - the prophet.

He thought back to Uncle Yuan's suddenly inflated arms and fists during the day, as well as the explosive feeling when he swung them at will. He was such a devilish muscular man.

[You can reveal goals that are consistent with "blood compression" in your dreams so that they can be understood quickly]

Quality: Purple low-grade, can be learned

Because with Yuan Kui's encouraging patting, a line of information flashed through his mind again:

[You copied the purple low-grade Qi and Blood Martial Arts Bead——Blood Compression].

Bai Feng:???

At night.

She only felt that the energy and blood in her body were burning and something was wrong.

Mrs. Song was at a loss.

What kind of power is this that can suddenly turn one's martial arts beads purple?

Immediately, she seemed to remember something.

On the other side, Bai Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The prophet gave her a purple blood bead, so what would he ask for?

But having said that, just giving away a purple energy and blood bead, what kind of terrifying existence can do this?

At the same time, he was stunned.

Miss Song felt something was wrong.

Slept for a while.

"how so?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Looking again, Bai Feng saw two more lines of information:

Bai Feng:.

He waited for two sticks of incense and tried again. Song Zhi was still awake.

In the night wind, Mrs. Song pushed open the door of the house, closed it immediately, and then wrapped her palm with a bandage, and blood overflowed from the tiger's mouth.

Yuan Kui taught Bai Feng.

But why is this dream so real?

At this moment, a huge golden door suddenly appeared in the clouds and mist. There seemed to be something written on the plaque on the top of the door, but it was blurry, but it made it even more mysterious.

Immediately afterwards, another message came: [The target has not yet entered sleep, so it cannot be revealed]

Even if you can't do it to my level, the feeling can't be bad. When you mobilize your blood energy, you should have a sense of explosion from the heart."

After paying a little attention, a line of information flashed out.

A blood bear must not only be powerful, but also be crazy and cruel.”

She looked around quickly and saw steaming clouds.

"There are three hundred taels of silver again. Combined with the one hundred taels that Xiaofeng left for me before, I can give him four hundred taels this time. Xiaofeng will definitely think that my sister is very capable, right?"

Miss Song:.

Then, Miss Song woke up.

If Sister Zhizhi knew that this bead was in his hands, her concern would be chaotic. Flaws would probably be exposed in the future, which could lead to her death.

Afternoon.

But immediately, a thought popped into her mind: Could this be a dream?

After more than ten consecutive blows, Yuan Kui withdrew his fist at will, exhaled again, and the fist and arm slowly recovered.

Immediately, the figure disappeared in a hurry without saying another word, and the door quickly closed, as if the bell rang to evacuate quickly.

The purple martial arts bead in his mind was still there, but in a somewhat dim state.

"How could I dream of a place like this?"

Function: Qi and blood compression

It can compress Qi and blood to form special powerful "blood droplets" in the body. As long as the "blood droplets" are released again, terrifying explosive power can be produced.

The figure said: "I am a prophet, giving you strength."

So, he might as well keep it quiet.

Suddenly I opened the martial art diagram and took a closer look, but I saw that the original green martial arts beads at the Qi and Blood martial arts beads turned into a dazzling purple.

"Boy, the strength and posture of your bear fist in [Two Bird Fist] are just okay, but it lacks a sense of madness, ferocity, and explosion.

He closed his eyes and recited secretly in his heart: "Compress blood, choose Song Zhi, the target of enlightenment."

Mrs. Song stood in front of the door in shock, feeling like an ant.

Bai Feng was about to continue sleeping when he suddenly looked at the state in surprise.

Just keep an eye on it."

A golden silhouette, as invisible as the sun, appeared behind the giant door.

Suddenly, Yuan Kui let out a loud roar, his muscles all over his body suddenly inflated like balloons, and his fists suddenly became a bit bigger.

He decided to wait a little longer. If Song Zhi still couldn't come, he would have no choice but to sleep.

After waiting for another half an hour, Song Zhi still didn't sleep.

That being of the prophet claims to be a prophet?

Three months ago, the imperial capital was in turmoil, and all the major families were quietly looking for the spiritual martial arts bead that represented the future - the prophet.

[Currently suitable target: Song Zhi]

But he swings very slowly, giving people a clumsy feeling.

After saying that, the burly man stood slightly away and waved his fist in the air.

Why?

Why?

Although she had obtained a purple Qi and Blood Bead, Mrs. Song did not feel any joy, she was only full of vigilance.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Punch after punch, the air was like thunder in the daytime, exploding incessantly.
To be continued...