Meng Yang was ecstatic and blushed.

Until the goatee's butler whose eyes were getting colder and colder, shouted a lot.

His blank brain reacted.

Even so, Meng Yang's heart was as excited as boiling water, and he was almost overflowing with excitement.

"Thank you, Butler Li, Meng Yang will definitely continue to work hard..."

Meng Yang, whose face was red, quickly said thank you and turned around and left. He was in excitement along the way.

Spiritual stones, without introducing them, Meng Yang knew that they were a rare object that absorbed the spirit of the weather and stored in the stone body.

It can not only help practitioners break through the realm faster, but also be an important currency for practitioners to trade.

Because it contains pure spiritual energy, it can penetrate into the body without condensing, and it is also the foundation of many aristocratic families.

But for the spirit stone, he was even more excited about the changes in his pupils, and the new information and functions.

He even did not forget that the reason why his pupils changed was all because he touched the spirit stone.

Excited, he focused all his attention on the new plus sign in the pupil of his right eye.

How to look at it, how to play games like in the previous life, and add attributes to the interface after upgrading.

With a try-out attitude, Meng Yangxin moved casually and clicked the meat stubble bonus sign.

As a result, information appeared in the pupils, which made Meng Yang stunned and couldn't help laughing wildly.

Successfully consume 10 wealth points and increase the proficiency of meat piles by 100.

Current proficiency is 5285/10000.

"Damn, this is the rhythm that makes me Meng Yang rise..."

Meng Yang is very clear about how difficult it is to practice the Three Spirits Sutra.

Of course, this may also be caused by the influence of the original owner's talent.

But the emergence of wealth immediately made Meng Yang almost ignore the world's definition of talent.

As long as the wealth value is sufficient, Mengyang will continue to become stronger, even surpassing all peerless geniuses.

So what else is he afraid of, and what else can stop him from moving forward?

Moreover, Meng Yang also has a feeling that when the wealth value accumulates to a certain extent, his pupils will change again.

"In that case, the wealth value is simply hidden behind the scenes. The boss who controls everything is the only one who feeds this boss. I, Mengyang, still want to be in the wind and rain. In this magnificent world, where can I not be in the place where I, Mengyang, cannot go to?"

Meng Yang, who was trembling all over, became more and more excited as he spoke, and even his hair seemed to stand upside down.

"Everything is strength, no, everything should be wealth..."

"I didn't expect that my plug-in was so short of money."

......

When he returned to the room, Meng Yang did not hesitate to put the obtained spirit stones into the water tank.

Although the pupil absorbs the spirit stone and converts it into wealth, the spirit stone has not disappeared.

Although Meng Yang was also puzzled, no matter how he thought, he couldn't figure out why.

Nan Chenhai has been watching this process, but Meng Yang doesn't care.

After all, only when the strength reaches the innate realm can the spirit stone play its role.

Before this, he was just a beautiful and transparent stone.

As the saying goes, you must not have the intention to harm others, and you must not be without the intention to guard against others.

What Meng Yang wanted to guard against was not Chen Nanhai in the room, nor the dark-skinned man who was still unconscious, but the group of people in Ma Qingshan.

He had no pockets on his body, and no place to hide spirit stones. After scanning the room, he could only look safer as the water tank three feet deep and one foot wide.

"You guys are so clever. I thought you would put it under the bed or under the pillow."

Meng Yang glanced at Nan Chenhai, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked quickly: "Lao Nan, you said before that you didn't have much time. What does it mean? Could it be that I guessed that the time has come, and the Lin family has you..."

Speaking of this, Meng Yang did not continue to say it, but his palm was making a move to wipe his neck.

Looking at Meng Yang's look that he was not joking, Nan Chenhai sighed and shook his head with a silence.

"This way, Lao Nan, please help me with your shortcomings in martial arts, and I will help you do something."

Meng Yang, who was shrewd in his eyes, changed his tone and said something that made Nan Chenhai look very excited.

"really?"

"really!"

Meng Yang nodded seriously, then smiled and said, "Don't think I can't see it. Mr. Nan wanted to speak before, but he was afraid that I would reject it, so he was testing me from time to time. Actually, I understand that if one day, Meng Yang got what I wish and became a core disciple of the Lin family, I will try to help you solve your problems."

After staring at Meng Yang's expression several times, Nan Chenhai narrowed his eyes slightly.

After pondering for a little, he smiled faintly, and even his eyebrows loosened: "This sentence with you is enough."

Meng Yang laughed and came to Nan Chenhai's bed with a familiar face. Meng Yang, who looked curious about the baby, stared at him and looked at him.

He couldn't help but blush his face and almost slapped Meng Yang. Meng Yang then urged him to say it quickly.

Meng Yang was a pun. He didn't point out what Nan Chenhai said, but actually wanted to find out his old background.

Unfortunately, Nan Chenhai, who had lived for more than 40 years, immediately realized the implication of Meng Yang's dialect.

Feng Qingyun smiled faintly and said, "Last time, I talked about your martial arts lacking a sense of power."

Seeing that Nan Chenhai chose to learn martial arts instead of asking for help, Meng Yang became serious and became serious.

This time, Meng Yang felt even more tired during his practice than before.

But the heart-stopping palm and five-step Tan legs actually made a howling sound of wind for the first time.

Every move and every move, with the determination before death, can be said to be a huge splash and extremely happy.

"The posture is wrong, whether it is to exert your legs or to remember it, it is not to use force on your arms, but to the waist."

"Well, it's enough to be ruthless, but I can't control it freely, come again."

"Although I don't know the principle of your five steps, it's nothing more than a word of stability."

"The lower plate is unstable, how can I use my strength to repel the enemy... Yes, that's it, continue."

"No, no, no, the heart-stripping palm should be hit like this, the heart-stripping heart-stripping. On an unexpected word striking, your palm-stripping speed is too slow, and it is faster. If you don't move, you will be able to penetrate the long rainbow and run around with thunder. Otherwise, before you can take the enemy's heart, the enemy will take it away first, which is not a joke."

......

Time flies, and three days have passed.

During these three days, Meng Yang, who was listening to Nan Chen Hai's guidance while practicing martial arts, made rapid progress.

Not to mention the speed of increasing proficiency, this is the first time that Meng Yang has experienced the feeling of sweating profusely from practicing.

Until he was exhausted and could not even stand firmly, Meng Yang stopped practicing.

It was already dark at this moment, but Meng Yang was still very excited.

According to his previous plan, he would have been able to improve his proficiency by storming the heart-striking palm and five-step Tan Le tonight.

But now he no longer cares so much, his mind is still at the point where warriors must fight, and warriors must seize the eight big characters.

[Heart-Striking Palm]: Proficiency level is 9888/10000〔＋〕 vulnerable.

[Meat Stand Practice]: Proficiency level is 9541/10000〔＋〕 vulnerable.

[Five Steps Tan Le]: Proficiency level 9864/10000〔＋〕 vulnerable.

Looking at Nan Chenhai who had already fallen asleep, Meng Yang took a deep breath and was full of expectations for tomorrow's training.

Early the next morning, Meng Yang woke up from his sleep with full spirit and washed it.

When the guards in the training square came to the training yard, Meng Yang stood in the yard early and waited.

After about half a stick of incense, the team of forty or fifty people gathered and headed to the training square.

Since he was forced to stand in the intermediate sparring field, he has been directly included in the intermediate sparring disciple lineup.

But today, I don’t know why, but I came to find a core disciple who will accompany my disciples to practice my skills. There are very few.

Meng Yang and forty or fifty disciples stood for two hours before six people left.

"There is a saying that this other world is going to be on vacation?"

Meng Yang shook his head, feeling a little funny.

The corners of his mouth raised, and his expression suddenly changed.

His eyes were filled with horror and blood red with a storm.

"It's him! It's him..."

In my sight, a young man in blue and white clothes, with evil spirits in his eyes, was walking towards the training platform.

The hideous scar that spread from the forehead to the tip of the nose made the young man look a little vulgar and ugly.

Meng Yang's heart was filled with unstoppable anger, and even his face became extremely ferocious in an instant.

The original owner, who was humiliated and unwilling to death, was severely injured here by someone.

I don’t know if it was the fusion of memory or other reasons, Meng Yang’s eyes were full of murderous intent at this moment.

This aura not only alarmed the guards behind Meng Yang, but also the many accompanying disciples around him.

The evil young man who was coming even more alarmed.

This murderous intent is arrogant and violent, like a raging fire in the dark.
Chapter completed!