Fist of Imagination

"So you want to sleep too!" Liang De's eyes were bright.

Mu Yigui's heart trembled, and he couldn't figure out how Liang De could see through the weakness of his Sleeping Arhat Fist without revealing the flaw:

"You're right, I really want to sleep, but you are so soft and weak that you almost made me fall asleep."

Liang De didn't argue with him, he just circulated his inner energy and vibrated at a specific frequency.

Mu Yigui immediately noticed a tingling sensation coming from the surface of his martial arts spirit, and his expression changed drastically.

He immediately activated his martial arts soul and used the spirit dog to shake the water to cleanse the soul, instantly eliminating the alien inner energy that Liang De had attached to his martial arts soul.

"Hahahahaha, now you feel it!"

Liang De had just used the rain of Gang Qi to attack Mu Yigui. His purpose was not to hurt the enemy, but to take this opportunity to penetrate the true fragments and inner energy into Mu Yigui's martial arts spirit under the cover of the rain of Gang Qi, and use the Golden Snake. The rhythmic resonance method of wrapping hands.

The soul of martial arts is the core of a warrior's energy and spirit. Only a trace of inner energy is far from reaching the level of the golden snake's entanglement and control. It cannot survive for a long time when the two people are of similar strength, but it can make it possible. Liang De found out the details of the wood art regulations.

At the moment of resonance, Liang De clearly felt that Mu Yiqi's mental and physical strength was also losing rapidly, at about one-third of his own loss rate.

It turns out that the personal hypnosis of Sleeping Arhat Boxing is not without side effects, it just exchanges injuries with the enemy!

"Hahaha, I've been with me for so long and I haven't seen you take any harsh action. Senior Mu, the one who is really soft is actually you.

Your steel-like body-forging method is only superficial. Apart from the previous method of killing people in dreams and the current personal hypnosis, you have no other attack methods that can hurt me! "

When Liang De discovered the details of his martial arts skills after accidentally making a mistake in the wood art, he said angrily:

"So what! Even if you know the effect of Sleeping Arhat Fist, you can't hurt me.

You have been in the Squirrel Tank dungeon for seven days and seven nights without sleep. Your natural supernatural power can only control the loss ratio of one for three in the first 48 hours. Can you beat me? "

What he didn't say was that as long as the frequency and intensity of Liang De's attacks were reduced, allowing him enough time to use the dream-returning technique, he would be able to recover his mental and physical strength at a rate of one thousandth per second, and it would be impossible to lose no matter how hard he thought.

"Hahahahahaha." Liang De looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Then who is better at cultivating immortality?

Even if you mess with dragons and tigers, you shouldn’t mess with me in this field. Liver Emperor is my nickname, Jinxian is my alias. Don’t be a coward today. Let’s see who is the real strongest fighting race in the universe. Who is the most powerful fighting race in the universe? He is a true immortal cultivator! "A man whose specialty is working overtime, but he will never admit defeat in this field!"

"Four times the hybrid power output of the Eater Kaio Fist, one hundred consecutive hits! Oola oola oala oala oola!"

Liang De operates four sets of internal air supply systems at the same time. Four times the power of the production supply can be used to fill fuel for Rendu's engine. All the power is poured into his fists, and he fires out a barrage of domineering copper-colored machine gun jabs, and at the same time, he shouts "selling fish". Howling as loudly as his upper body, three or four punches out of a hundred can always hit Mu Yigui's black oily skin.

"Poor, weak, weak, weak, poor, weak, weak, weak, weak!"

Wood Art Rules quickly picked up the thread and responded tit for tat.

"Oh la oh la oh la oh la oh!"

"Poor, weak, weak, weak, poor, weak, weak, weak, weak!"

1 hour later.

"Oh la oh la oh la oh la oh!"

"Poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty!"

5 hours later.

"Oh la oh la oh la oh la oh!"

"Poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty!"

10 hours later.

"Oh la oh la oh la oh la oh!"

"Poor and weak, poor and weak...poor and weak...poor and weak...poor and weak!"

15 hours later.

"Oh la oh la oh la oh la oh!"

"Poor and weak...poor and weak!"

20 hours later.

"Oh la oh la oh la oh la oh!"

"..."

Mu Yigui was swaying, his eyelids were half-opened and half-closed, and he said feebly: "Stop shouting, I heard it."

"How can you hear me if I don't shout, Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Oola!" Liang De is full of energy and his voice is still loud. He can even sing a cappella to accompany the dynamic square dance.

"I mean I hear the occasional drop of water in your stomach, once every 2 milliseconds. You don't have to shout loudly to cover it up."

Mu Yigui dodged and pushed Liang De away, sat down on the ground, and breathed feebly.

"What the hell is your own magical power?"

Liang De stopped the domineering copper-colored machine gun to jab and punch continuously, his exaggerated fish-selling expression dropped, and he calmly said:

"Drink coffee to designate the next time to fall asleep, and only sleep for 1 hour in 48 hours. 1 hour of sleep can restore the mental and physical strength required for 48 hours of activity.

Didn’t I tell the senior? "

Mu Yigui said angrily: "Nonsense, excluding the time you spent continuously staying up late in the Squirrel Tank Dungeon, you were awake for at least 51 hours just now, and you have already exceeded the limit of staying up late as you said!"

Liang De pushed up his non-existent glasses in tribute and sneered:

"When did you get the illusion that I wasn't sleeping?

The minimum effective dose of the Mortal Immortality Coffee I made with extraordinary power is 0.01 ml, and the effective condition is that it enters the digestive system.

I just generate coffee droplets above the gastric juice, like a timed drip system, making 0.01 ml of coffee into the stomach every 2 milliseconds.

The moment the coffee takes effect, designate the next time to fall asleep 1 millisecond later, then use the martial arts soul to wake up the sleeping body 1 millisecond after falling asleep, and use the new coffee that just dripped when waking up to designate the next time to fall asleep, and so on. Sleep for 1 millisecond every 2 milliseconds, leaving half awake and half asleep.

As long as the total amount of sleep does not exceed 1 hour per 48 hours, my ability will take effect.

Every millisecond of sleep that takes effect within 48 hours will restore mental and physical strength in equal proportions.

Thanks to my senior, I learned today that if there is an abnormal loss of mental and physical strength during this period, I can continue to activate the power of powerful sleep to continue to recover until the shortfall is replenished.

Senior Mu, you don't have any powerful attack methods. I don't have to worry about being killed instantly, and the martial arts soul remains awake when the body falls asleep. If there is really danger, I can wake up in time.

Then, I just need to control my eye muscles and keep my eyes open.

In the past 51 hours, I slept for 22 hours.

Of the 168 hours in the Squirrel Tank copy, I slept for 18 hours.

I kowtow in front of the devil for three thousand years, but when I look back on this mortal world, I will no longer be an immortal.

Do you have the strength to fight with me, the Demon Emperor Liang De? "

Mu Yiqi hesitated and said: "The ratio is 48 to 1. There is no need to sleep for 18 hours in 168 hours, right?"

"Sleeping is so comfortable, of course I have to sleep for a few more hours if I want to."

"That's true." Mu Yigui nodded in agreement, paused and said:

"I didn't expect that your sense of time has reached the 1 millisecond level."

"Senior, you have also finished the copy of Squirrel Tank, so you don't understand.

Under the attack of the rapidly rising pool noodles and the army of kitchen pests, it is impossible to take into account all aspects of the situation, whether it is using vision to judge distance, hearing and smelling sounds to identify locations, or using touch to sense wind pressure.

I escaped for three days and three nights before I discovered that although the movements of the rising pool surface and various kitchen pests in the dungeon were fast or slow, they were all at an absolutely uniform speed. If I wanted to dodge most of the attacks, I had to rely on time sense and coordination. Matching reaction speed. "

"Yes, those who pass through the squirrel tank alive will definitely have rapid improvement in their sense of time and reaction speed. But I didn't expect that you are not inferior to me... I have no regrets. You can do it."

The woodwork dissipated, and the black oil stains on his body and the black mud between his nails gradually disappeared, revealing his true wheat-colored skin color, and his slovenly appearance suddenly became refreshing and sunny.

His Oil Refining Mian Gang was the reward he got in the happy learning copy. It was a handwritten book full of oil stains. The author was signed as the owner of Fugui Villa, and he seemed to be a martial arts wizard in the other side of the world.

You Lian Mian Gang consumes nine roast ducks, fried chicken and one hundred kilograms of cold-pressed sesame oil every day, refining it with extraordinary power and applying it all over his body. This kind of black oil skin combined with the outer gang can not only reduce the force and deflect the enemy's penetrating inner force, but is also more effective in dealing with long-range physical attacks such as arrows and hidden weapons.

However, the Oil Refined Mian Gang is a consumable item and needs to be refined and accumulated in daily life. Unlike the ordinary Wai Gang, which can be restored only by its own internal strength.

He had just fought a protracted battle with Liang De for more than 50 hours, and the inventory was basically exhausted. The remaining oil refinement and Mian Gang could not defend against Liang De's attack, and there was no need to maintain it.

Liang De raised his left hand, his movements were slow and powerful, unshakable.