Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

boom.

The thick ancient books on martial arts fell to the ground, making a heavy muffled sound.

Taking advantage of the moonlight outside the window, Wei Canglan frowned tightly as he looked at the heavy ancient books on the ground.

What kind of exercise is this?so heavy?
And it doesn't look like it's paper.

real or fake?

Are you sure this thing is a skill?Not some kind of cult?
Wei Canglan was full of doubts, got up suspiciously, and picked up the heavy ancient books on the ground.

When the hand touched the surface of the ancient book, a coolness came from the fingers.

"Ok?"

Wei Canglan picked up the ancient book, then froze.

He knew why this exercise looked so weird, and it made a "bang" sound when it fell on the ground.

This ancient book is not made of paper, it is made of special metal.

The whole book is made of thin metal pages, stacked together.

Opening the cover, which was also made of metal, Wei Canglan saw the obscure contents.

Without illustrations, the content of the book is entirely text.

Fortunately, after Wei Canglan came here, he learned some ancient characters without a teacher, just like runes. After he obtained skill points from the system, he understood the meaning of some runes.

The characters in the ancient books are similar to the runes.

Wei Canglan was able to comprehend some by force.

At the beginning of the ancient book, there is a simple and clear sentence.

Wei Canglan took out a fluorescent stone, and with the help of the light, he began to read carefully.

"Extreme Martial Overlord Fist".

"In this world, there is no enemy that cannot be dealt with with a single punch."

"If there is, then two punches."

what?
Relying on what little ink he had, Wei Canglan understood the opening sentence of the ancient book, and then his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

Are you sure this book was not written by Nicholas Zhao Si?
There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by one barbecue, and if there is, then two.

Emmmm…

Wei Canglan began to have doubts about this ancient book and the system:
Dog system, you didn't just find some rubbish kung fu to fool me, did you?
Looking at the moonlight outside the window, the galaxy was shining brightly, it was already late at night, Wei Canglan didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply lit the lamp with fluorescent stone, and began to read carefully with curiosity in his heart.

However, looking at it this way, it was out of control.

Wei Canglan discovered that he knew the content and words in the book.

But after some reading, he could only vaguely understand some of the truths in it, and it was impossible to fully understand it.

At this moment, Wei Canglan's heart was full of that half-understood feeling.

And after reading, he didn't remember anything about the contents of the book, as if he had read the book in vain.

Wei Canglan sighed, thinking:
It seems that I, Wei, really have no talent for cultivation, whether it is Taoism or martial arts.

Open the book: Ma Dongmei.

Close the book: Ma Hemei?

Open the book: Ma Dongmei!
Close the book: Ma Hemei?

Start practicing: Sun Honglei!
Wei Canglan now feels that he is a scumbag, unable to remember anything, and knows nothing.

He closed the ancient book and prepared to follow his luck to practice.

But if you close your eyes and your mind is empty, how can you practice?

Helpless, he opened the ancient book again, intending to read it again.

However, this look made his eyes glaze over.

On the metal page of the ancient book, all the content he had read before had disappeared!

The densely packed small characters on it disappeared even more, as if they never existed at all.

Wei Canglan was dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a mysterious exercise.

Why does the content disappear after reading it once?

Is it to be stolen by others?
But this function does not prevent others at all. Doesn’t this trap me?
I still memorized it.

Moreover, the content is completely forgotten.

It’s over.

This seemingly awesome ancient book is a waste in my hands.

Damn it.

Wei Canglan sighed, closed the tin book again, and prepared to go back to sleep on the bed with a depressed mood.

But not long after lying down, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Half awake and half asleep, he felt that he had come to the top of the mountains in a daze, overlooking the mountains, with infinite surging and emotion in his chest, as if he had reached the state of forgetting everything and me in an instant, his clothes were fluttering, and he had forgotten everything. Being independent in the world is like becoming an immortal.

What happened?
I'm not dead, am I?
As soon as this idea came out, he shivered. Looking at the hazy mountain peak under the mist in the distance, he suddenly felt a sense of blockage in his heart, as if the spiritual energy in his body was expanding, and it was about to break through.

Wei Canglan didn't dare to suppress this feeling, so he quickly closed his eyes and adjusted himself.

However, the aura didn't have any effect, instead it was also rolled by the turbulent feeling.

At this moment, Wei Canglan felt that he was like a rubber ball, filled with water and might explode at any time.

A vent must be found.

Thinking, he opened his eyes, stared at the skirt in the distance, and took a deep breath.

do not care!
Never inflate and die.

Breathing out again slowly, Wei Canglan's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and the feeling in his body that seemed to be exploding gradually filled his whole body.

He opened his posture subconsciously, retracted his fists to his waist, fixed his eyes forward, shouted loudly, and roared like a tiger:

"drink!"

With one punch, the world shakes.

Click.

Several cracks appeared in the sky.

The entire imaginary spiritual world is also in an instant, as if a glass plate is broken.

Wei Canglan suddenly sat up from the bed, panting heavily, sweating profusely:

"In the end what happened?"

"Why did I just read that exercise before going to bed, and then I had nightmares?"

"No! It's not right!"

Looking at the palm of his right hand, he saw aura emanating from it, and Wei Canglan reacted instantly.

Although it was a dream just now, the punch he punched clearly showed traces of mobilizing his spiritual energy.

In other words, when he was sleeping just now, he was actually cultivating.

The mental method of "Extreme Martial Arts and Ba Huang Fist" is actually practiced in a dream?

Or, is it because of reading the content of the mental method and mastering it in a dream?
possible.

No wonder, no wonder.

Why didn't I feel it when I watched it before, it turned out that I absorbed the content while sleeping.

After Wei Canglan came to this conclusion, he was extremely excited.

He got up immediately, put on his clothes, shoes and socks, got off the bed, and paced around the room.

This mentality should look very strong, at least it is a life-saving tool, so it must be practiced hard.

How about finding a place to try the power of this move?
Thinking, Wei Canglan's mind flashed a dream again, he punched Yuanshan.

That majestic and majestic force is vividly visible.

Yes, that's how it feels.

8 said, try the effect.

Wei Canglan woke up Wei Xiaohua who was sleeping, and then walked out the door.

The latter drooped its head, did not open its eyelids, and slowly followed behind Wei Canglan. It didn't wake up until it walked out of the courtyard, turned into a wolf, and carried its master away.