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At this time, Zhang He was on the first floor of the cave and had just found the meditation room.

The tunnel of the Hunter Association is like a huge maze nest built by Spider Queen, winding and well-connected.

If it weren't for the map and signs, Zhang He might have been fighting with seven forks of roads, so he would have never seen such a road construction.

You dare to believe the seven forks of roads when you walk one road to the end?

On the way he came, he also saw an upward ramp, and there were people guarding the ramp entrance. Only by becoming a formal first-level hunter were qualified to go up.

This made Zhang He, who wanted to go up and take a look, curse in his heart; damn classism.

The so-called meditation room is a hole in the side of the tunnel, with a road for people in the middle, and dozens of independent stone chambers are opposite each other side.

After presenting the 'entry certificate,' the person in charge at the door said indifferently: "The newcomer has three free access opportunities, Meditation Room No. 7."

"Thank you." After taking the entry certificate, Zhang He saw a trace behind him.

This is just one time?

"It's not only perfunctory, but also very primitive." Zhang He complained in his heart.

Push open the wooden door with 7, which is only 3 meters high and about 7 or 8 square meters in size. There is a futon made of unknown plants in the middle.

On the wall opposite the futon, a soap box-sized platform is sunk inwardly, and it is the core.

This core looks familiar. If you don’t guess, it should be the same as the core that Zhang Hejie, and it is all a waste product.

"Put your hands on the core, communicate the pollution energy in the core, give up the resistance to let pollution erode the will, and outline the forging hammer..."

Zhang He closed the book again, and was a little worried when he put it aside, looking at the core in front of him full of vigilance.

Use polluting energy to outline a hammer, then use it to aim it at the soul with a "ding-kang-bang-bang" in your head, and then you'll be done...

Σ(☉▽☉"a

This NM is so rough, no matter how you look at it, you are just trying to die.

"Forget it, let's try it first." Zhang He decided to give it a try, and he couldn't help but feel regretful, 'It would be great if Wuying was there.'

Just as he was thinking, the shadows shrank into a ball and suddenly spikes grew, just like Zhang He was exploding his head with a hedgehog.

"Wuying?" Zhang He thought uncertainly.

Shadow twitched and struggled outward. It was really Wuying. He was back.

But soon it shrank back into the shadow, and the continuous energy in the body made Zhang He close his eyes with relief.

20 minutes later, Zhang He opened his eyes with satisfaction.

Wuying was able to return to him directly without disturbing anyone, which made Zhang He have a little more understanding of it.

Compared to before, the energy in his body doubled, and he didn't know how many extraordinary species were absorbed.

"Wuying, can it absorb the pollution source in the core?" Zhang He asked, looking at the core in the depression in the wall.

Wuying couldn't speak, but the meaning of the expression was clearly 'can be done,' and a little delighted and impatient.

My own guess is correct, the source of pollution is exactly the energy it needs.

"If pollution erodes my consciousness, swallow it." Give the exact order to Wuying, Zhang He decisively put his hand on the core.

Buzz!

Before I could close my eyes, my eyes stretched back instantly, as if I had traveled through time and space, appearing in the vast universe.

The huge palace standing in the boundless darkness, the huge pillars, the collapsed palace walls, the ruins, and a dilapidated and declining aura enveloped my heart.

At the distant end is a planet that rotates like a marble, a spiral arm as thin as a cloud...

"What the hell?" At this time, Zhang He became part of the palace and could also observe it from a downward perspective.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a black smoke as thick as a little finger drilled into the broken arch stone pillars.

The slag that fell on the ground rose like time flowing back, blending into the depression above the stone pillar, healing, and presenting natural patterns.

Buzz ~

It was another dizzy turn, and Zhang He found himself still in the meditation room, facing the wall, holding his hands on...

The core on the stone platform disappeared and turned into a dry-fried skin as thin as paper.

(?'?Д?')!!

"What source of pollution, erosion, can it give some force? Is it okay?" Zhang He's mentality a little furious.

Whatever you do, the source of pollution is not very terrible, and even high-level extraordinary people cannot avoid it.

——What should we say to outline the hammer of forging and temper our will?

I cannot be eroded by pollution. If I guess correctly, the black smoke as thick as a little finger is the so-called source of pollution.

Is the palace that appears in my mind an unknown time? Is it because of the will that manifested?

If it is true...

"Why are you playing with a hunter, a wizard, a wizard, a wizard, isn't it fragrant?"

After joking about self-deprecating, Zhang He kept looking back at the 'God's perspective' he had seen before.

The source of pollution flows into the palace stone pillars and is then absorbed by it, and the damage about the size of a fingernail will be restored.

So can we speculate that the destruction of the palace can be repaired, and what is needed is also a source of pollution.

However, a low-level core (discarded, unable to be used by extraordinary people, and the degree of pollution is dangerous), only repairs the damage the size of a fingernail.

It is simply impossible to restore and perfect the entire palace.

Zhang He was also troubled by a problem. What are the benefits of restoring the palace?

"I don't think about it anymore." After thinking for a long time, I couldn't make a conclusion. Zhang He simply put down the problem first and then think about it later.

Now, there are two good news.

One is: even without shadow, you will not be polluted or eroded.

Second, if you use your will to temper your core pollution sources, can you create a pure core?

Although he has not tried it, Zhang He is very sure that he can make guesses.

The value of a pure core is more than ten times that of a natural core. If you can master such a technology, Zhang He will unlock the second extraordinary; money ability!

Thinking of this, Zhang He's heartbeat was a little uncontrollable and he wanted to find the natural core as soon as possible to try it.

After taking several deep breaths, Zhang He returned to calm down.

What’s more important now is to complete the training. I am a half-baked man who has become a monk halfway through the journey, and combat skills are very important to him.

Apprentices can choose handy weapons in the training ground, and the instructor is responsible for teaching basic skills.

If you want to learn more advanced skills, you need to look at your personal charm.

There is a saying: as long as the money is in place, everything is OK.

Superpowered killer: money opens the way.

The dream was shattered, Zhang He opened his eyes and found that he was still a poor man. He walked towards the training ground with a calm expression.

Let’s take advantage first. Anyway, he is here to practice basic skills, so what can I do if I don’t have money!

Time is like water, five days later.

Wow~ha~

On the training ground, men with their backbones were waving their weapons and practicing vigorously.

This also includes Zhang He.

At this time, he was holding a handful of sixty or seventy centimeters in his hand, slightly curved, a bit like the long blade of a Tang sword, slashing at the air.

The so-called basic skills, chop, chop, press, prick, flirt...

The rest of the fancy bells and whistles, and after reading unused moves, Zhang and He will be abandoned.

What good products can be found for free? It is better to lay a solid foundation.

Whether it is cutting monsters or killing people, if you have enough strength, you only need one move and you will be finished.

In these five days, the most he practiced was chopping, chopping, and slashing.

I practice 1,000 times a day, and I will never leave if I can’t finish it.

The day before, Zhang He couldn't even lift the knife in the end, and his arms were swollen and unsatisfied.

The next day, the hand holding the knife was still trembling, and Zhang He was still practicing as usual.

Now, the numb arms felt responsive again, and a slight upward curve appeared at the corner of the opened mouth.
Chapter completed!