Drink a tube of basic strength potion in one sip.

Qiao's face was twisted suddenly, and the terrible smell was like a ball of sticky glue, which slowly flowed into her abdomen along her throat. Qiao felt that every inch of her body was filled with a suffocating stench.

Qiao grabbed his throat with both hands and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Who invented this damn potion? May the wild dogs chew off his head!"

Compared with the diluted versions of the past eighteen years, the original power potion has a terrible taste that is comparable to poison.

Qiao gasped in a low voice. He tried his best to ignore the terrible smell in his body and began to run around the training room in small steps. In just a few breaths, he was sweating profusely and his white skin was burned red.

A huge heat burst out in Joe's belly.

It was dozens of times stronger than the heat that gushed out of his body after drinking tiger breasts every night.

Perhaps because of the "crystal red", Qiao, who was not very smart when studying in the Judicial School, inexplicably had the ability to remember everything and the terrifying understanding.

The dynamic content of "The Basic Breathing Method of the Imperial Army" has been memorized in my heart. While running, Qiao began to twist his body strangely according to the contents in the booklet, and at the same time began to change his breathing rhythm constantly, striving to capture the strange rhythm.

Deep in his pupils, the three-circular hexagram magic array was slowly rotating, and Qiao was immersed in an inexplicable and wonderful state for almost an instant.

His breath became long and deep, as if every inhalation would swallow all the existences around him. Every time he exhale, he seemed to spray out all the useless impurities stored in his body.

When he was running in small steps, his every move and twisting his body inexplicably exuded a wild aura.

Combining breathing and movement, Qiao Baihua's skin quickly saw gray sweat flowing with black dirt as big as a needle. A stench that was even worse than the basic power potion appeared on him.

Joe fell into an incredible wonder.

Hesen watched Qiao running as if he was a ghost for a long time. After more than an hour, when he found that Qiao was indeed immersed in the most correct state of cultivation of "basic breathing", he shook his head, opened his mouth slightly, and quietly left the cultivation room with disbelief.

"Joe, is he actually a genius? Of course, my son should be a genius. But he hasn't shown it in the past, so it must be like this, and it must be true!"

After Hesen left the training room, about a quarter of an hour passed, Laplaci's voice suddenly rang in Joe's mind.

"There are too many impurities for inferior medicines, which will make your cultivation half the result with twice the effort."

"It's your breathing method..."

The sudden appearance of Laplacie made Qiao, who was gradually immersed in some inexplicable mood and was completely selfless, thrust his heart, his breath suddenly became disordered, and his movements suddenly became unbalanced.

With a 'bang', Qiao fell heavily to the ground. He blew into his lung tube in one breath, making him almost cry.

"Bastard, don't suddenly appear." Qiao murmured to himself in a frustration: "Inferior quality potion? So, can you let me see a good quality potion? This is a high-end product of 100 gold marks!"

"Is there any problem with my breathing method?" Qiao sprayed a ball of air conditioning heavily from his nostrils: "Hesen said that this is the secret technique of the Imperial Army. Only a very small number of people in the Imperial Army have mastered it, especially forbidden to flow into the people."

"The whole Tulun Port, except for the garrison, is only one! Do you know this one?" Qiao showed off proudly.

Laplaci's sharp and delicate voice sounded quietly: "Oh, is it? Ignorance, I'm not saying it's too bad, but it's a little too good. Haha, hehe, hehe, it really surprised me. If the army of the Derren Empire had the so-called basic breathing method at this level..."

Laplacie coughed a few times, and Joe could even outline the way this guy was sucking in his mind and then choked by the smoke.

After a while, Laplacie's voice came again: "However, no matter how good the breathing method is, it is just a work of the shallow wisdom of the ignorant, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning... But since you like it, then, the generous Laplacie, tailor some special services for you."

"Life is long, and you and I will accompany each other. When you meet for the first time, you will be treated as a small gift I give you. You don't need to feel grateful."

"Well, wait for me for a while and let me think about what this gift should be like."

Qiao lay on the ground, squinted his eyes, and deep in his pupils, the three-round six-pointed magic circle slowly rotated. His brain was extremely calm and extremely awake at this moment. He began to think about the meaning of Laplacian's words.

If Laplacie was the true omniscient.

Then, his value was beyond Joe's imagination.

Similarly, the "Basic Respiratory Method of the Imperial Army" that Hessen was so frivolous, so disapproving, and didn't care about, was not that simple.

But why did Hessen find such an excuse?

Because it is a contraband?

"Isn't it just a little contraband? It's so nervous." Qiao curled his lips: "I thought I was a child, and I don't know where the gold medal rum came from in the family's port warehouse? In one hundred boxes, ninety-nine boxes were smuggled goods. Isn't it just a little contraband?"

"If you pretend to behave, this breathing method must be incorrect, but it doesn't matter. Good things are all contraband."

Standing up, Qiao continued to run around the training room in small steps. While capturing the strange breathing frequency, he shook his arms and twisted his body with a strange rhythm, which made his running look very strange, and strange wildness flowed out of his body again.

In my eyes, a faint blush was flowing, and the anger in my heart was growing and spreading.

The magic circle in Qiao's pupils was rotating, circulating, releasing invisible fluctuations, suppressing the constant spread of anger in his heart.

The practice room where Qiao is located goes deep underground. Just above the practice room, there are 10-foot-thick huge stone bricks and twenty-foot-dirt. On the ground are twelve round sycamore trees.

The three of them hugged the thick and thin sycamore trees together for a year. They formed a circle of hundreds of feet in diameter. Their branches intertwined together dozens of feet above the ground, and supported a huge wooden tree house above the circular open space.

The round tree house, except for a window facing Tulun Port, opened, all other windows were closed, and the tightly-sewn windows were isolated from all light and peeping eyes.

By the only window that opened, Hesen sat at a square table with a cigar in his mouth, holding a bottle of gold medal rum, and poured himself a full glass of "Gudongdongdong".

After shaking the bottle of only half a bottle, Hesen reached out and grabbed another crystal wine glass, carefully dripped three drops of amber wine into it, and then put the wine glass heavily.

Putting down the bottle, Hesen grabbed a bottle of natural gas sparkling water from the wine cabinet behind him, pulled out the plug, shook it, and filled the cup with "gududu".

The amber wine is quickly diluted by sparkling water.

Hesen put down the water bottle, and the cigar in his mouth moved, and squeezed out a sentence from the corner of his mouth: "As a man, you should drink a big gulp."

Opposite the square table, a heavy velvet curtain hangs down, and the rising moonlight fell on the curtain, and a large black shadow sprinkled across the square table, a man in a long cloak was hidden in the shadows.

Hearing Hesen's words, the man laughed softly, and a hand wearing black silk gloves reached out, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and raised it to Hesen: "Drinking wine will make mistakes. If you don't drink, you will be sad. So, it's enough to mean it."

The man spoke in a straightforward manner, with an extremely brief pause between each word, as if every word he said was said after careful consideration.

Hesen laughed loudly, put the cigar in his mouth on a crystal ashtray, picked up a full glass of rum and touched the man heavily.

Hesen drank the full glass of wine in one go, and the man gave the glass to his lips and took a sip.

Hesen's face drooped, and his two arrogant bearded men also became weak.

"I remember that back then, your alcohol tolerance was better than mine!" Hesen hummed.

"Just now, my alcohol tolerance is still better than you. But drinking, after all, it's a mistake, right?" The man smiled and put down his wine glass: "Then, let's talk about serious things."

"Jo actually relied on his own strength to open the sea of ​​strength." The man tapped the table with his fingers: "I thought that with his physical condition, it would be delayed at least three to five years!"

Hesen rolled his eyes, glanced at him, and sneered: "Joe is my son of Hesen. My Vitu family has only one advantage, that is, it is wealth. Even a weak little lamb, as long as he is willing to spend money, he can raise a bear!"

He filled himself with a glass of wine, and Hesen sighed: "However, it was indeed beyond my expectations. I originally thought that even though he had completed the accumulation of life energy, with his personality, it would take at least several months to fill the water and naturally open up the sea of ​​power."

He patted his chest gently, and Hesen said with a little fear: "I really didn't expect that he was so dangerous last night that he actually broke through in the battle."

The man tapped the table with his fingers: "Danger? Instead of thinking too much about danger, it is better to think more about the responsibilities he must bear. Just like Gorkin, just like Tifa..."

Hessen is silent.

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

"Responsibility, responsibility, responsibility..." Hesen played with the wine glass: "Open the sea of ​​strength and practice the breathing method. I only wish Qiao had enough strength to protect himself. As for responsibility..."

As soon as the topic changed, Hesen began to describe the whole process of teaching Qiao's breathing method, and Qiao was unblocked and straight into the right track of the practice method: "Maybe, it was really the favor of the gods. After last night, I felt like Qiao had changed someone."

The man stood up suddenly, raised his arms and cheered in a low voice: "Before he, the record of this breathing method can be checked, and it took a full month, a full month to get started!"

The man hissed, "And how long did he take? Half a day? This is destined to fate, and Joe must take responsibility!"

He put down his wine glass heavily, Hesen stood up and punched the man in the face. The man fell heavily and lay on the ground without moving for a long time.

"Do you believe it? Fate? Liya will stab you to death with one sword! This may be your future destiny!"
Chapter completed!