what if i can't die

"This guy is a bit difficult to deal with. Not only do I have to be fast enough to avoid the tentacles, but I also have to find its body to have a chance to kill it."

After Song Shi was resurrected, he looked at Jiang Shui and thought.

He raised the threat of this monster to a level, and it was considered innate for the time being.

He continued to rush over and died several times in a row. After dying in the hands of the water monster for the eighth time, he turned around and left.

He will return to his peak state after death, which can be used to good advantage, such as solving some negative status.

Guaranteed that there are two remaining chances, which are reserved for the time being.

Up to this point, his physique is still 28.7, his yang energy has reached 42 points, and his free attribute is 22 points. In particular, there is a chance to get extra things in a lottery draw.

The abundant yang energy in his body made him feel hot, and he didn't feel cold at all in the autumn wind.

Song Shi hastily turned on the system and came to the lottery page.

Looking at the big turntable, Song Shi rubbed his hands, stared at the Xiantian Pure Yang Kung Fu, and murmured in his heart: "You must get me the kung fu. With the current Yang Qi, after I practice, I can take off directly."

He clicked the lottery with his mind.

"Do you want to consume a lottery chance to draw a lottery?"

"Of course!"

After receiving Song Shi's definite answer, the turntable turned quickly, and the pointer quickly switched between the question mark and six things.

The speed of the pointer gradually slowed down, and Song Shi held his breath: "Give me the Xiantian Pure Yang Kungfu, this is a technique for cultivating immortals, it really doesn't work, and the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu is also good!"

While he was talking, the pointer skipped over the Xiantian Pure Yang Art and stopped at a question mark.

"..."

Song Shi was speechless, what this unknown thing could be.

After the pointer stops, the question mark shines brightly, and a cheat book pops out.

"Ding, congratulations on winning the free hand,"

"One martial art?"

Song Shi clicked, and the books flooded into his mind, and then a lot of information poured in.

He also knew the situation, and looked a little disappointed.

Xiaoyaoshou is not a kung fu method, but a top-level skill-based kung fu. It is a hand-to-hand kung fu that integrates palming, fingering, boxing and grappling. It is characterized by flexibility and changeability.

"It's okay, I also lack the skills to fight like this."

Song Shi accepted this thing, and muttered: "Then I can only practice the iron sand palm for the time being. I don't practice external skills, but the method of breathing and breathing."

He took out the scroll and read it as he walked under the faint moonlight.

Near the city gate, there were some figures walking around. Song Shi ignored it and continued to browse the iron sand palm under the moon, which felt a bit comfortable.

After walking slowly for more than half an hour, Song Shi returned to Song's house, and there was a rush of dog barking.

Song Shi put away the scroll and muttered, "Who is making the dog bark in the middle of the night?"

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

dong dong.

The side door opened, revealing a pair of cross-eyed eyes.

The one who opened the door was actually very smart.

"Master, you are back!"

Da Congming heaved a sigh of relief, judging from the young master's exuberant energy, he was not a ghost, and naturally he did not die.

No, the young master is a thin and weak scholar, and his legs are still weak after being crushed by the woman in the Yueyue Tower. Why didn't you see him in the middle of the night, and he looked alive and well?

"Why are you guarding the door and not sleeping?"

Song Shi was surprised.

Da Zhiming cried and said: "Young master, you ran to the reeds in the evil gate. If I don't wait for you to come back, how can I sleep."

"You don't have to worry about my safety, go ask someone to get me something to eat, my young master is so hungry."

Song Shi rubbed his stomach, he could be full after resurrection, but killing Dai Dou wasted a lot, and he walked all the way, his stomach was as empty as a cow.

"okay!"

Song Shi was fine, Da Congming happily ran to the kitchen to make supper for Song Shi.

A few minutes later, Song Shi was sitting at the dining table eating and drinking.

In the past, he would be full after eating at most two bowls, but now he still doesn't feel full after eating a whole table.

Moreover, the food eaten seems to be digested quickly.

"The appetite has actually increased so much."

Song Shi was thoughtful, his physique is now dozens of times that of ordinary people, not only his strength has become stronger, but his digestion ability is also dozens of times that of ordinary people.

This is a bit scary. According to the meaning of great wisdom, the division of the so-called Houtian warriors is nothing but strength.

His physical fitness, excluding strength, is estimated to be no more than a natural master.

"Wait, isn't that ability dozens of times that of ordinary people..."

Song Shi smiled wretchedly, "It must be. The last time I slept with Miss Xue'er lasted for a long time. It seems that it is not only because of her means, but also because of my physique."

"Young...Master, are you okay?"

Da Zhiming couldn't help but said.

"What can I do?"

Song Shi asked back.

"You eat a little too much..."

Da Congming pointed to the table, more than a dozen plates were bare.

"Hey, I'm a little hungry tonight."

Song Shi took a sip of the soup, stopped his desire to eat, and wiped his mouth with a silk scarf.

Da Congming had a strange expression on his face, and muttered, "With so much energy and blood, it shouldn't be a starving ghost..."

"Who is starving to death? My young master has been taught by a fairy these two days and gained some fortune. You will understand in the future."

Song Shi revealed a little bit of information. After all, Da Congming has his own skills, and if he still follows him, he must be able to detect some problems.

"Fairy?"

Da Zhiming was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, what kind of immortal is the young master going to meet tonight?

But there can only be ghosts in that reed marsh, no matter how you look at it, it is not a place where there are immortals.

Song Shi walked to the door, and the dog barked more urgently in his ears, and he frowned: "Dai Dou's body was not found?"

"Yes, after falling into the water, it will disappear."

Great smart reply.

"Sleep, teach me how to practice martial arts tomorrow."

Song Shi mentioned the arrangement. He has a very strong physique now. Some of his physical qualities are estimated to surpass those of the Houtian realm warriors, but they have basically not been developed.

So practicing martial arts is a must.

"Yes, Master!"

Da Congming noticed some changes in Song Shi, and felt that Song Shi was like a stove at the moment, which was not easy, so he didn't say anything to persuade him to quit this time.

After Song Shi left, Da Congming came back to his senses: "Hey, how did the young master know that Dai Dou's body was not found? Not many people know about it."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Ouch..."

The barking of the dog made Song Shi open his eyes, his eyes were full of energy and not tired at all.

Glancing at the position of the moon, he guessed that he only slept for a quarter of an hour, but now he is full of energy.

"The resilience is dozens of times that of ordinary people, and the sleep time is greatly shortened."

Song Shi understood the reason and sat on the bed, listening to the voices outside.

Dogs barking, wind, snoring... All kinds of sounds came into his ears, which disturbed him a little.

"Having enhanced hearing isn't a good thing either."

Song Shi shook his head, closed his eyes, and recalled Iron Sand Palm's internal skills.

The best kung fu is generally cultivated both internally and externally, and the iron sand palm is the same. Only with the special method of breathing and breathing can it be cultivated to great success.

Song Shi didn't have any iron sand for him to insert, so he directly tried to cultivate his mind and mobilize the qi in his body.

Perhaps because of his strong spirit, he grasped the trick after groping for a while, wisps of white air emerged from between his fingers, and then converged towards his chest, ready to spit it out from his nostrils.

But the white air flow just reached halfway, and it spread randomly, and he couldn't control his thoughts at all.

Then, his chest exploded, he groaned, and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

"I'm going, this is crazy..."

Song Shi's eyes widened, and he murmured: "Sure enough, you can't practice martial arts indiscriminately, you will die."

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes, and died of heart failure.