Chapter 15 (1/2)

Take a sip of basic strength potion.

Joe's throat smelled like glue in his throat.

Joe grabbed his throat in both hands and screamed at the top of his voice: ”who invented this damned potion? May the wild dog bite his head!”

Compared with the diluted version of the past 18 years, the original power potion has a terrible taste like poison.

Joe breathed heavily. He tried to ignore the terrible smell in his body and began to run around the training room. After a few breaths, he was sweating profusely and his skin was red with fire.

In Joe's stomach, a huge heat burst.

He drank tiger milk every night before, the heat gushed out of his body was dozens of times stronger.

Maybe the reason why Gua Fei's ability to understand is not so impressive.

The contents of the basic breathing method of the Imperial Army have been memorized by heart. As he ran, Joe began to follow the contents of the pamphlet, twisting his body strangely, and at the same time began to change the breathing rhythm, trying to catch the strange rhythm.

In the depth of his pupil, the magic circle of three circles and six pointed stars was spinning slowly. Almost for a moment, Joe was immersed in a strange state.

His breath became long and deep, as if every breath had to swallow up all the existence around him, and every time he exhaled, he seemed to eject all the useless impurities accumulated in his body.

When he ran in small steps, his movements of raising his hands and twisting his body gave off a kind of wild breath.

The combination of breathing and movement, Qiao Baihua's skin, quickly have gray sweat, with a little bit of needle size black dirt flowing. He smelled worse than the basic strength potion.

Joe was in an incredible state.

Hessen watched Joe run for a long time, like a ghost. After more than an hour, when he found that Joe was really immersed in the most correct state of ”basic breathing”, he shook his head, slightly opened his mouth, and quietly left the training room with an unbelievable face.

”Joe, what a genius? Of course, my son, of course, should be a genius. It's just that he didn't show it in the past, it must be like this, it must be true! ”

After Hessen left the training room, about a quarter of an hour later, laplaci's voice suddenly sounded in Joe's mind.

”Bad medicine, too much impurities, which will make your cultivation more effective.”

”It's your breathing method...”

Laplaci's sudden appearance, let gradually immersed in some kind of inexplicable artistic conception, has been completely selfless Joe's heart pumping, the whole body breath suddenly disordered, the movement also suddenly unbalanced.

With a thump, Joe fell to the ground heavily. He put his fork in the lung tube at one breath. The pain almost stopped him crying.

”Asshole, don't come out of the blue.” Qiao murmured angrily: ”inferior medicine? So, can you show me some good medicine? This is a high-end product with 100 gold marks

”What's wrong with my breathing method?” Joe heavily from the nostrils of a group of cold air: ”Hessen said, this is the secret of the Imperial Army, in the Imperial Army, only a very few people master, especially strictly forbidden to flow into the people.”

”This is the only part of the whole port of Tulun, except for the garrison! Just this one, you know? ” Joe showed off triumphantly.

Laplaci's shrill voice whispered, ”Oh, right? Ignorant, I don't mean it's too bad, but it's a little too good. Hehe, hehe, hehe, I'm really surprised. If the army of Derun Empire, the so-called basic breathing method is at this level... ”

Laplaci coughed a few times, and Joe could even picture the guy puffing and choking on the smoke.

After a long time, laplaci's voice came again: ”however, no matter how good the breathing method is, it's just the work of the shallow wisdom of the ignorant. It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning But if you like it, then, generous Laplacian, make something special for you

”Life is long, you and I accompany each other, the first meeting, when I give a small gift, you do not have any gratitude.”

”Well, wait a moment, and let me think about what this gift should be like.”

Joe was lying on the ground, squinting. Deep in his pupils, the magic circle of three circles and six pointed stars was spinning slowly. His brain was extremely calm and awake at the moment. He began to think, word by word, what Laplacian meant.

If Laplacian is truly omniscient.

Well, his value is beyond Joe's imagination.

In the same way, Hessen's basic breathing method of the Imperial Army, which he was so frivolous, disagreed with and indifferent to Joe, was not so simple.

But why did Hessen make such an excuse?Because it's contraband?