Into the Immortal Cultivation

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After coming down from the ring, Wang Qi regained his usual lazy appearance and showed no interest in martial arts.

However, with his current look, no one would think that he was nobody or anything else after all-after all, this is a fierce man who killed a sharp head of a fairy yard with one punch!

In the case of no one disturbing, Wang Qi has been leaning on the tree, closing his eyes, as if asleep.

Mao Zimiao only had time to visit him after playing a martial arts test. At this time, Wang Qi was holding a bamboo tube to pour water into his throat.

Strangely, several bamboo tubes have been lost on the ground.

"Are you ... are you thirsty?" Mao Zimiao looked at the bamboo tube. Asked curiously.

"Woo?" Wang Qi shook his head and didn't speak, but just handed Mao Zimiao another bamboo tube.

Wang Qi ’s eccentric attitude caused Wang Zhenqi to be alert. She first took the bamboo tube and sniffed it under her nose: "Looking at your attitude, I always feel like we are being adjusted ... Am I worried?"

Wang Qi's answer was weak: "Don't talk to me ... dizziness ..."

Somehow, his voice was hoarse.

"Osaki, are you injured?"

"Cut, every Faxiong can't hurt me."

Mao Zimiao glanced at the bamboo tube: "Probably the medicinal meow?"

"The right medicine ..."

Wang Zhenqi looked puzzled: "Did you hear that you are sick?"

Mao Zimiao untied the bamboo tube stopper and smelled: "No smell at all?"

"A Miao, I smell clear water, what do you smell?"

"It doesn't seem to be a problem." After hearing the judgment of a friend, Mao Zimiao took a sip with confidence. Unexpectedly, as soon as the unknown liquid entered, Mao Zimiao burst into whimpers: "Meow--!"

Because Mao Zimiao was so stern, many people around him turned around and looked at it. But the cat-eared girl didn't even realize it, but just jumped up and down covering her mouth. Wang Qi opened his eyes and showed a funny smile: "The cat's tongue or something, it turns out to be true! No wonder you haven't eaten spicy food."

Wang Zhenqi was shocked, picked up the bamboo tube, and dipped her finger in his mouth: "It's so salty ... this is saturated concentrated brine! Wang Qi, you are so cruel!"

Wang Qi handed out the bamboo tube that had drunk half of his hand. Wang Zhenqi also took a sip after the result: "Gosh! This is also saturated brine! Is your tongue painful?"

Wang Qi pinched his throat and smiled bitterly: "The throat hurts too."

Wang Zhenqi scolded Wang Qi for not being well-intentioned, while busy feeding clean water to Mao Zimiao. Mao Zimiao took a while to slow down. The cat-eared girl looked at Wang Qi tearfully: "Why do you drink this kind of thing, Ozaki!"

Wang Qi raised his left hand. I saw that my left hand, which was so useless in the battle just now, was shaking uncontrollably. Wang Qi smiled bitterly: "The muscle weakness caused by acute sodium loss, there is no way without supplementing saline."

Wang Zhenqi panicked: "Acute sodium loss? What is the strange disease?"

Mao Zimiao followed Wu Shiqin just now. At this moment, I can see a little clue: "Which of the lightning strikes did you just stop without damage?"

Wang Qi nodded: "I disassembled the physical bonds of some substances on the surface of the body, dissociated the sodium ions with excellent conductivity, and turned my skin into a lightning cage."

Mao Zimiao exclaimed: "Dismantle the material in the body? Don't you die?"

"Actually, I originally planned to dismantle the iron ions, but after that, after a round of clicks, a lot of ferric alkali was generated [the general term for ferric hydroxide and ferrous hydroxide in China]. If you leave too much, you will become anaemic-the most important thing is that the iron element is absorbed more slowly than sodium, not a little bit. I can't make up the spinach juice for a few days. "

In fact, Wang Qi's practice of this trick was extremely dangerous, and several times he dissociated the excess free metal ions in one go. If it wasn't for Ai Qinglan to watch it, and the cultivator's physique was far stronger than mortal, she would not dare to play like this.

Mao Zimiao was a little strange: "This spell ... doesn't seem to be of any use?"

"I'm actually using this technique to derive this trick. I just tried it today." Wang Qi took another sip of concentrated salt water. "This technique can be a big deal when you encounter a strong electromagnetic person and then lose. Increase the probability of life-saving. That trick is also "hardened", and can be life-saving when the body protection is broken. In that state, I can hardly eat the flying sword of the same rank.

Mao Zimiao was ashamed: "You haven't used these tricks before meow ..."

Wang Qi replied rightly: "So you have to try."

"This is martial arts ..."

"Isn't this the free trial recruitment opportunity?" Wang Qi seems to have finally added sodium, and threw the bamboo tube into the storage bag: "You know, with my temperament, there is probably no chance to fight the masters in life and death. of."

The two half-demons looked at each other with shock in their eyes that could not be concealed.

Others are terrified like tigers and leopards. I regard them as idle. What kind of mentality is this?

But before that ...

"I think you can get a lot of opportunities to fight against the strong in life with this mouth ..."

"Since you don't think you have a chance to fight life and death, why did you develop this technique based on the premise of life and death!"

"Those who care about the details are stupid." Wang Qi's words were justified. Then he asked Mao Zimiao: "Az Miao, did you win the last game?"

Mao Zimiao's ears immediately fell down: "Lose meow."

Wang Qi frowned: "How could you lose? Should your strength be good in statistics?"

The ranking of Xianyuan is a combination of written test and martial test, but the weight of written test is higher. Most of the half-demons are Wu Shiqin's type with stronger hands-on ability than brain-powered ability. They should be stronger in the martial arts test than the human races who are close to the cultural test.

Mao Zimiao shook his head and sighed: "The other party is so hot, it's too hot."

"... I went to the Nima slot too much. Is this a stalk that is afraid of the cat's tongue? It's not good to mouth? And where are you from the feline! Actually!"

"I'm short and flirtatious! Meow! It's hot!"

Wang Qifu's volume: "Is Tianyan's catalogue at least two levels higher than that of Yan Yan's body method, would you actually lose ... are you really a half demon?"

Mao Zimiao felt aggrieved: "I do n’t want Ozaki like you, there will be a lot of magic ..."

"You should imitate Sister Ai instead of me ..." Wang Qi looked up at the test area, as if looking for it, and then his eyes lit up: "Look over there."

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