Martial World's
Ch 211 - The Weird Boy
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"What's your name? May I know what school you are from? ”The woman with red eyes was sparkling as she looked at the drenched Lin Ming. He found it hard to stay calm.
Other than the fact that this young man was not afraid of the pressure brought by the Vermillion Bird bloodline, he could even cause the origin of the Thunder Flood Dragon to feel a faint feeling of fear; he's obviously an amazing person.
There might be something special about his body, bloodline, or soul. Or perhaps, he came from an ancient mystical family.
Hearing the woman ask her name and school, Lin Ming hesitated. He was ready to give her the fake name 'Mo Lin' he made, but at this moment, the woman in red said, "There's no need to say it if you feel uncomfortable. ”
Although Lin Ming's doubts were not very clear, the red-clothed woman still noticed. If he had a special bloodline or came from a secret martial cultivation family, then he might be reluctant to reveal his identity.
“I saw you climb Thundercrash Mountain before. Did you manage to ride it yourself? "The woman in red asked casually.
"Yes nih . I am a thunder attribute martial artist, so I have a very strong resistance to the power of thunder. Otherwise, there's no way I can get that far. '' Said Lin Ming with a self-deprecating smile as he wiped the sweat off his brows.
"Oh. "The woman in red accidentally said it. He was quite surprised; not only did the Thunder Lizards possess powerful thunder-based attacks, but their formidable bodies were extremely dangerous weapons.
Even if he had absolute immunity to thunder, a boy who was only at the Bone Peak Forging stage would find it impossible to arrive at the snowy mountain region. This could only mean that this young man possessed strength that far surpassed other martial artists at the same cultivation level.
To reach the peak of Bone Forging before he turned 16, this result was nothing to the talents of large sects and large noble families. But, if his cultivation reached the peak of Bone Forging, and he also possessed strength that surpassed someone on the same cultivation, then it was shocking.
There were not many young talents like this even on Divine Phoenix Island.
Both fell into a brief silence. Lin Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, constantly spinning the True Primal Chaos Formula to suppress the power of thunder within him. This Thunder Soul was extremely dangerous to absorb. Not only that, but it also contained the origin of the Thunder Flood Dragon within it. Otherwise, the woman in red would not be left in such a helpless state.
As he circulated the true essence within his body, Lin Ming quickly entered into a state of refined martial intent. His conscious control separated from his body, and his true essence began to spin spontaneously through the most perfect route. His physical condition recovered quickly. Meanwhile, the fiery power of thunder was also subdued by the perverted Seed God.
The woman in red also sat down to meditate and recover her condition, focusing on imprisoning the Thunder Soul within her. His eyes were fixed on Lin Ming as he practiced.
Martial intent?
He carefully observed it for less than half an incense stick to determine that he was not wrong. This brat, he truly understood his own martial intent!
The woman in red was jerking. He thought that he was just a trivial little boy from the mortal world, but he kept surprising him repeatedly. First, he had suppressed the origin of the Thunder Flood Dragon, then, his actual strength and age became extremely contrasting, and now, he had completely grasped the martial intent!
It should be known that the woman in red had reached the extreme Xiantian realm, and had even taken half a step into the Revolving Dan realm. For someone at his level, there were some things that could shock him. Even the top geniuses of big sects and big families would only get a slight nod from him. However, in the mortal world, he had actually met a harmless-looking boy like a rabbit, yet, possessed so many impressive qualities.
Martial intent was extremely rare. In the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of martial artists, there might not be a single person who understood it. It is a very valuable ability. It was not something that came from martial talent or cultivation. Instead, it could only be made by his own hands.
If parents are talented, then their children will mostly also be talented. The great sects had gone through thousands of years of individual accumulation and screening developments to produce countless talents. The strong enjoy more resources, while the weak are eliminated. What remained was the elite of the elite. The kids of this amazing character will also be amazing.
While being an extraordinary talent, they would also have boundless precious pills and rare herbs grown. They could use true essence stones at will, possess top-tier cultivation methods and skills, and also have the best teachers and teachers. This person was destined to set foot into the Xiantian realm. Even if the average person in the mortal world cultivated for life, they would still not touch their toes; this was the result of the birth difference.
But even for the young talents of this great sect, it was for a 15-year-old to reach the Bone Forging stage or the Pulse Condensation period, and simultaneously grasp martial intent, to be able to, this sort of thing could only be considered a coincidence.
The heart of martial arts and one's martial intent were related. The purer and heart of a martial art person, the higher their chances of comprehending martial intent. But for the majority of geniuses in the big sects and families, they had lived their lives in peace and free from worries. At the beginning of their path, their parents had already paved their way with wealth. By simply traveling across a vast and flat land, how could they possibly have such a strong martial arts heart?
For those who suffer misery and suffering, go down a bumpy path of life, are born short of resources and do not even have much marital talent, she said, it would be difficult for them to break through to the Heart Rate Condensation period even in their twenties. . However, it was not too strange or frightening for a person like this to comprehend martial intent.
But this young boy in front of him, he was so young yet so powerful to cultivate. Not only that, but he also understood martial intent. He was just an evil omen, a monstrous genius!
Not realizing it, the woman with the red gaze had been filled with curiosity.
This boy had some unusual secrets; who was he?
A quarter of an hour quietly passed. Under the help of the refined martial intent, Lin Ming was able to quickly suppress the restless restless strength within his body. He got up, said, “Let's go. If I remember correctly, there is a cave not too far away that we can hide. At night, the forests of the Southern Wilderness are haunted by wild beasts; if we stay here we will not have a proper rest. ”
"That's right, I forgot to ask, did the Thunder Flood Dragon die?" Lin Ming suddenly thought of this, asking.
"It's not dead yet. But, the wound was heavier than mine, and I had already killed most of his descendants. "The woman in red clothes casually said.
"Oh …. . '' Lin Ming sighed. It was fortunate that he escaped quickly, or he might die afterwards if he remained at the top of the mountain. He did not believe his defensive abilities were any better than the Purple Thunder Lizard.
“If it's not dead then we have to be careful. '' Lin Ming said as he walked in front of the woman in red. She had retreated on the trail of flames left behind by Vermillion Bird. The tracks did not disappear and were too obvious.
The woman in red followed Lin Ming anxiously. Although his cultivation was 108,000 miles away from Lin Ming, in terms of experience in the night forest and life skills, his abilities were lacking compared to Lin Ming. He usually flew in the sky; there was never a time he had to pass through the forest on foot.
As they walked, Lin Ming neatly cleared their tracks, and also took a moment to hunt the blue-eyed deer. For a few days since his adventure on Thundercrash Mountain, he had only survived with the dry rations and water from his spatial ring; he was sick and bored with bland taste.
The two quickly arrived at the cave. The interior is very damp and wet. Lin Ming lit a fire, and searched for dry straw to spread on the ground. He apologized to the woman in red, “Sorry, this might be a little troublesome for you. ”
After which, he took out a knife and started skinning the blue-eyed deer. His hands moved like the wind. The way he sliced open deer looked chaotic and messy, but after a few minutes, Lin Ming completely understood that and, with his hands, extracted over a dozen white tendons from the deer.
The woman on the red eyelid jumped. It seemed that Lin Ming had not randomly cut with his knife, but had actually removed the white tendon from the blue-eyed deer. These white tendons cross each other and are woven like a net. Removing it is a very tedious and complicated task.
But Lin Ming had used a very short time to complete this, and not only that, but the white tendon he had pulled out did not break, his flesh had been cleanly cut.
The woman in red was a bit clueless about how it was done. To achieve this level of proficiency, one must be very familiar with the body structure of a blue-eyed deer, and also have to undergo years of knife training. This is something only the cook will do.
Whatisthis? Why would such a talented martial artist become a chef? And seeing the way his knife reached the perfect skill level, this boy might have been a chef for many years.
Lin Ming looked at the woman in blank red staring at the white line of tendons in his hand and explained with a smile, "The blue-eyed deer has an excellent taste, but has too many rough tendons; it will affect the taste, so it is best to take it out.
As Lin Ming spoke, his hands were not idle. He used a knife to cut the deer and set it on fire. Then, he made some seemingly random injuries and took out a pile of bones.
Lin Ming then took out a thick branch, hung a blue-eyed deer on it, and began to roast it over the fire.
As Lin Ming spoke, his hands were not idle. He used a knife to cut the deer and set it on fire. Then, he made some seemingly random injuries and took out a pile of bones.
Lin Ming then took out a thick branch, hung a blue-eyed deer on it, and began to roast it over the fire.
The woman in red found that the deer Lin Ming had hung for roasting had already been neatly marked and patterned by Lin Ming. The distance between each piece was even; it was very neat and structured.
Seeing this, his expression became even stranger. What kind of background does this young man have? If he didn't know Lin Ming's strength, he would really think he was a famous chef
After a quarter of an hour had passed, the venison began to turn a golden yellow color. A bit of fat had been melted by the fire, falling onto the fire below with a hissing sound.
As for the tendons and white bones, Lin Ming did not waste them. He took the pot from his spatial ring and put the pieces into it with water, then placed it over the fire to cook as soup.
The soup is boiled; the barbecue tastes sweet and savory.
Soon, the cave was filled with a delicious aroma. Although the woman in red mainly ate vegetables, she could not stop salivating when she smelled that delicious scent.
As for that large and powerful Vermillion Bird, it started to fidget restlessly. It seems to have forgotten that its wings were injured. His blazing light-colored eyes locked onto the barbecue in Lin Ming's hands as if hoping to swallow it whole.
Since the fire had burned the flesh, the wounds on the venison had increased; just by looking at it caused one's eating to increase.
Although it had been roasted for so long, there was not the slightest scorch in the barbecue. It was a delicious golden chocolate, sparkling with melted fat. The woman in red was impatiently waiting. Of course, he was careful to hide his desire and continued to look calm and composed.
At this moment, Lin Ming took out a collection of bottles and jars from his spatial ring. After opening it, it turned out to be salt and various other spices purchased in the southern tribes.
When Lin Ming met the Na brothers, he had bought salt in the southern tribe.
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