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Steamed?

Red fever?

That's a problem!

How about a barbecue?

All in all, it looked very tasty!

Meng Kang went over to the stream and scooped up a spoonful of clean water, cleaning off the blood on the rabbit's body. Then, he disinfected the part of its body where he had been scratched by the eagle claws.

Fortunately, the Black Prison Forest was rich in materials and herbs.

Meng Kang very easily harvested a few herbs with raw flesh and fresh blood. He mixed them into a paste and applied it to the wound of the little rabbit.

Using Meng Kang's family's teachings of the way of medicine, treating a little rabbit was extremely easy, and did not require much effort.

His dream was to become a medical saint hand that could help the world, and to spend many years of hard work on the medical path. If not for the drastic changes in the Meng Residence, Meng Kang would most likely become a famous doctor of his generation, but unfortunately, good fortune made people mad.

Although he had always been practicing martial arts since he was young, and had taken in numerous instructors, it was all Meng Dafu's own idea. Meng Kang only thought that martial arts could strengthen the body, and could also help in the research of medicine, but he did not care too much about his own martial arts realm, and whether or not he could win against others.

It was only until that night when the Meng Residence was killed that Meng Kang finally realized what was happening. All good wishes were built on the basis of one's strength, otherwise, it would be akin to being pushed around by a knife.

After he had treated this Withering Bloom Rabbit, Meng Kang faintly sighed with emotion that his medical skills were still this outstanding. On the other hand, he was also a bit worried.

It was clear that the rabbit could no longer run, but he had not caught up to it yet. Now that he had picked it up, could it be considered as having completed the task his teacher had given him?

Or had he failed midway?

In the morning of the second day, Meng Kang brought the injured rabbit to the bottom of the old tree root. He first gave it a lick of the so-called antidote on the old tree root, then placed it on the grass.

B.Rabbit stared at Meng Kang at first, then carefully took two steps back. His long ears perked up as he listened to the sounds coming from all directions.

When it realized that the young man had not chased after it, it lifted its ears and took a small step back in front of Meng Kang.

The rabbit held a clump of grass in its little paws and lowered its head to nibble on it, no longer paying any attention to the boy.

Meng Kang looked at the rabbit's actions and laughed inwardly. The little guy clearly felt that it was not a threat and could protect it, so it decided to stay and not leave.

Since it stopped running, there was no point in chasing after it. The key point was that it couldn't increase its training speed.

Meng Kang could only sigh and recall the scene when B.Rabbit ran for his life yesterday.

There were two details that left a deep impression on Meng Kang. One of them was that the rabbit's entire body suddenly spat out blood and its speed had increased, which was clearly a type of innate ability. It could burst forth with extreme speed in a short period of time, and if he could learn this technique, no matter if it was escaping or assassination, it would be extremely impressive.

As a result, Meng Kang attempted to use his will to channel the power of his blood. He sat cross-legged under the old tree and entered into a semi-meditative state.

To use one's will to move blood, this was an ability that only the spiritual force level could use. This ability could unleash power that was several times stronger than normal in an instant, allowing the user's attack power to reach its peak.

This was also why spiritual force level was the first and most important threshold for cultivation. Warriors who crossed this threshold would have the ability to explosively attack, and would also have the qualification to fight a strong opponent with their life, not daring to provoke them.

Although Meng Kang's physical strength had increased greatly, his martial arts realm was still stuck in front of his armor-breaking. His innate meridians were blocked, and his strength and Qi could not link through his entire body.

However, this did not mean that he did not know the trick to spiritual force level.

Last time, under the Old Pear Tree outside the City Lord's Palace, Meng Kang had already used seven days and seven nights to prove that he could cultivate, but the amount of strength he could use was several tens or even a hundred times weaker than his spiritual force level.

Similarly, using one's will to move the blood to every part of the body was something that a Spirit Accumulation Realm practitioner could do in the time of one breath, but Meng Kang would need a total of six hours.

However, the effect of these six hours, was only barely able to cause three times the blood to flow to his calves. Meng Kang stood up fiercely, and before he could use any strength in his calves, he fell heavily onto the grass as if he had lost consciousness.

Although the blood had been moved to his calf and his muscles were strong enough to support it, Meng Kang's body was still not used to such a violent change.

However, he had never been one to be easily discouraged. He rubbed his calf and continued to try out Withering Bloom Rabbit's unique skill.

Once again falling heavily onto the ground, half of Meng Kang's body became slightly hot. That was the internal heat generated by the rapid flow of his blood, which frightened him so much that he immediately held his breath to prevent his blood from rushing out uncontrollably, because it was very easy to suddenly die.

Time and time again, Meng Kang tried with all his might, trying to realize all of the ideas that he could think of. However, he still failed, failed, and failed again.

"Could it be that my meridians are not working?" Unable to complete it? "

"Or could it be that this is the natural ability of a withering rabbit, something that humans cannot fathom?"

Meng Kang used the untiring energy that came from studying the way of medicine and immersed himself completely in it. He practiced tenaciously again and again, and when he failed, he would repeat it again.

In that entire day, Meng Kang had failed hundreds of times, he used up all of his energy until there was not a single drop left, and even his head was buzzing. His head was aching so hard that it felt like it was about to burst, and his mental energy was being depleted greatly, but he was still unable to find the right method.

He knew that once he found this method and successfully used it on his body, it would greatly increase his strength.

In this world, 99% of martial artists learned the martial arts of their predecessors. They would never be able to finish learning it in their entire lifetime. Those who could innovate in martial arts were all great masters and masters of their own sects.

It could be said that there was only one person like Meng Kang, who could keep studying and believing in himself. The so called "the ignorant is fearless", his courage was commendable, but his success rate was extremely low.

On the other hand, Beard had come a few times and threw some prey towards Meng Kang. He saw that this brat had been sitting on the grass motionlessly all day, and was bored, so he turned around a few times and left.

It would eat some grass when it was hungry, and sleep inside the tree cave when it was tired. It seemed that the human youth who saved it was no longer on guard.

It was once again early in the morning. The Ku Rong Rabbit hopped to the side of the tree root, licked it a few times, and then suddenly ran in front of Meng Kang while hopping.

The rabbit suddenly puckered its teeth and pretended to be fierce. Its white fur quickly became a light red color.

Meng Kang was shocked and immediately observed the rabbit's every move.

Countless tiny droplets of blood seeped out of the rabbit's fur, turning it into a blood rabbit.

After that, the blood rabbit did not run, but carefully turned three rounds on the ground. With a flick of its fur, the bead of blood turned into a ball of blood mist and dissipated into nothingness.

Meng Kang stared intently at the changes in the withering rabbit's body, as though something was flowing through his heart, as though he was only missing a layer of paper. He would understand once it was broken, but before it could, he could not think of an explanation.

The rabbit transformed again, forcing out countless tiny blood droplets. It turned back into a blood rabbit and jumped up to the top of the tree with a speed much faster than before.

Meng Kang frowned, he could not understand no matter how much he thought about it. Although he could barely move the blood, his body was still unable to synchronize. Not to mention jumping up the tree like a blood rabbit, it was even harder to walk!

What was the problem and difference?

"Blood!" It must be blood! There was no mistake! Why can't its blood work, but not mine? "

"You can't do this!"

Meng Kang turned his head to look and saw that the old assassin had appeared behind him without a sound.

"Teacher, your arm?"

Meng Kang took a step forward, wanting to see old assassin's injury.

old assassin raised the cloth bag to stop his footsteps, and said indifferently: "It's alright, it's only half an arm. I've already treated the wound."

"What's the matter with this rabbit? Why didn't it run? What did you do to it? "

old assassin's face stiffened as she suddenly asked with a stern voice.

Meng Kang immediately explained: "Teacher, I didn't do anything, I just chased after it everyday. It was just that yesterday an accident happened and it was caught by a giant iron-backed eagle and it almost lost its life, so I saved it."

"Really?" What a good story you've made up! Then why did you save it? If you save it and it gets intimate with you, how are you going to cultivate? This old man loathes opportunistic people the most. Forget it, I don't have the patience to teach you! This is the cultivation technique essence of the . You can take it to practice on your own! "

With that, old assassin took out a small booklet and threw it in front of Meng Kang.

Meng Kang was struck a little dumb by this sudden blow. He stood rooted to the ground, not daring to extend his hand to pick up the that he had yearned for in his dreams.

"What are you still standing there for?" Our Master and disciple fate has ended! The beast blood in my pocket was meant to be yours, but now that I've changed my mind, I'll keep it for myself to enjoy! "

"Go! Go now, head north and you can leave the Black Prison Forest. "Remember, you are not allowed to turn back. You are not allowed to mention me to anyone!"

"If you can't do it, I'll kill you!"

The more old assassin spoke, the louder her voice became, and the expression on her face became more sinister.

Meng Kang felt as if his chest was being hammered by a huge hammer, his heart ached for Mo Ming. He knew that his teacher had a bad temper, but he never expected it to happen so suddenly.

What had he done wrong?

Shouldn't he save the rabbit?

Or could it be that his talent was too weak, and even after spending almost a month, he still wasn't able to catch up to it, and his teacher had already lost her patience?

"Go! I don't want to see you! Just looking at you makes me upset! "Scram!"

old assassin's tone of voice became a few notches higher.