Self-cultivation of Dragon Palace disciples

Level up!

After Feng Ning slapped the black mountain old man to death with one tail, his level was directly raised to level 12.

Although the level has increased, Feng Ning did not see his attribute interface.

Is this a broken 'system'?

Feng Ning was a little depressed.

However, the level up was not without any changes. He found that his body seemed to have grown a bit longer.

It may be that the change is not very big, and Feng Ning can't judge how much it has grown.

With the growth of the body, both strength and mana have made great progress.

Mana has at least tripled.

Feng Ning felt that he didn't understand this system. There was no skill level limit, and there was no attribute data to check.

However, the experience and silver coins obtained can see accurate values.

What is this?

Castrated version of the game?

The most important thing is that he found that his self-cultivation did not conflict with this system at all, and the skills and levels of the game would instead become a bonus to his strength.

Feng Ning made a bold guess.

"Could it be that this system looks like a fantasy system, but is actually a bonus system?"

Feng Ning had no choice but to think so, he practiced Nine Dragon Art to increase his mana, and these mana were cultivated by himself.

But with the improvement of the skill level of Nine Dragon Art, the mana in his body has been greatly improved directly on the original basis!

Now that his own level has increased, the mana in his body has also increased again with the increase in level!

And still improve on the basis of the first upgrade!

In this way, it is not as simple as 1+1+1.

But the calculation method of 1*N*N!

Feng Ning thinks that if he improves his strength in this way, as long as his level and skills go up, he will be invincible directly!

Satisfied in his heart, Feng Ning dived back into the water, and he swam to the place where Ganming Daoist fell dead just now.

The other party was so dead that he couldn't die anymore, his chest collapsed, and his whole body was frozen into a popsicle.

At this time, there was still an unbelievable look on his face.

I don't know if it was the reason for becoming a dragon, but Feng Ning didn't have any uncomfortable reaction when he saw the dead body of Gan Ming.

He stretched out his claws and poked lightly on the frozen corpse of the other party. The frozen corpse made a crackling sound, and a clearly visible crack appeared.

Feng Ning felt embarrassed, he just wanted to touch the dead body.

He just wanted to find something from Gan Ming that would allow him to understand the world, but why is this person so fragile, breaking at the touch of a finger?

Qian Ming really cracked.

Fortunately, something fell out of him.

Feng Ning's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his claws to catch it quickly.

With two paws, he gently held the object and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look. Feng Ning looked at it for a while before confirming that it should be a bag.

The material of the bag is very good, it feels like it is made of cowhide.

Feng Ning didn't open the bag immediately, but went straight back to the Crystal Palace.

Back in the Crystal Palace, Feng Ning temporarily ignored his master, and directly pinched the elastic cord at the mouth of the bag to open it.

There are not many things in the bag, a book, a wooden sign, and some silver taels.

I don't know what kind of spell has been cast on this bag. This kind of bag that looks like it can only be hung on the waist at most can actually hold a book.

Feng Ning shook the bag and poured out all the contents.

As soon as these three things were poured out, they returned to their original appearance.

Seeing Yin Liang, Feng Ning couldn't help picking it up, shaking it in his hand.

"There is no reminder? It seems that the ordinary silver coins in this world are useless." Feng Ning shook his head in disappointment.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the wooden sign again. The wooden sign was square and square, with no pattern engraved on it, just two simple black characters 'Shang Zhuan' written on it.

Feng Ning took the wooden sign and looked it over repeatedly, feeling that there was nothing special about the wooden sign, so he threw it on the ground casually.

"Are all cultivators so poor?" Feng Ning muttered and took out the last book.

The book is quite thick, Feng Ning read it, and fortunately he can still read.

This is a book of strange anecdotes, which does not introduce the world, but talks about various strange things and species.

Didn't find what I wanted.

Feng Ning scratched his head, "That's right, they are people from this world, and they have all the common sense things in their minds, so how could they need to carry them with them?"

But Feng Ning doesn't dislike it either, this book of Strange Records just allows him to pass the time, and by the way, he also gets to know different magical species in this world.

Feng Ning stayed in the Crystal Palace and went to read.

But the torrential rain continued. Although the old man Heishan who arranged the altar had been slapped to death by his tail, the altar was still in operation!

In front of the mountain temple, there were several corpses lying here and there. These people were Fang Lin, Uncle Kun, and Kun Yi.

Not far from their corpses, a circular altar was in operation.

The altar is made of the most common stones, with some jade stones added in the middle.

In the center of the round altar, a red bead is floating on it.The beads are about the size of a fist, and the color is as bright as blood.

Although the bead lost its owner, it was still absorbing the evil spirits around it.

The only good thing is that the evil spirit is continuously absorbed by this bead. Without the control of the old man in Heishan, no evil spirit will be injected into the dark clouds in the sky!

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated.

……

Zhiyuan County.

For the past three days, Lin Qiaosheng had been observing the sky, and when he saw that the rainstorm had gradually stopped, a smile appeared on his face.

"Hahaha, Daoist Ganming is worthy of being an expert sent by the imperial court. He really solved the torrential rain that has lasted for several months!"

Lin Qiaosheng was overjoyed, the rainstorm stopped, and even the dark clouds above his head tended to disperse!

As long as the rain stops, the problem of flooding can still be solved slowly!

Otherwise, the torrential rain will continue, and no matter how hard they try, they will not be able to solve the problem of flooding.

"Come on! Go to the mountain temple and find Fang Lin!"

Lin Qiaosheng shouted to his subordinates that Fang Lin had reported to him that several people were going to visit the mountain temple.

I didn't expect that the place where the demon did it was really in the mountain temple!

Although he couldn't watch the demon die with his own eyes, Lin Qiaosheng was also happy from the bottom of his heart when he thought that the rainstorm and flood could be calmed down.

The burden that had been on his head for so long could finally be a little easier.

Soon, a group of yamen servants followed Lin Qiaosheng's order and rushed to the mountain temple.

These yamen servants are just ordinary people. Although they tried to speed up their pace as much as possible, they still managed to reach the mountain temple only after it was completely dark.

It's just that when they came to the mountain temple, their expressions suddenly changed.

Fang Lin, the head catcher from Zhiyuan County, and the Taoist priests sent by the court were all dead!