chapter 8 Soul Absorbing Art ===

"Boy, you have a chance, but if you face me, I will ask you to pick up soap and offer chrysanthemums."

The Big Beard next to him made a noise, thinking that Clement Vasquez was just lucky and succeeded in the sneak attack, and that his skills were better than Bald's.

Clement Vasquez's eyes narrowed, and there was a burst of cold light inside. He didn't know if this was the sequelae of signing a soul contract with that mysterious existence. It smelled like blood. The more enjoyable the fight, the more comfortable he felt, and in terms of his personality, he felt more comfortable. Who else's momentum is missing.

"No Bibi, I have to fight quickly. I happen to be in a bad mood. Let's see if you can help me get better."Clement Vasquez said calmly.

"What? You little bastard, you're just looking for death. You thought that if you succeeded in a sneak attack, you'd be in trouble. I'm going to cure you now and make you look for teeth all over the place!"The Big Beard started violently, very quickly, and he also used cunning methods. It was a false move.

But Clement Vasquez moved faster, and under his gaze, the slow-motion effect of his opponent's movements appeared again, and he felt like his eyes were in a state of wonder.

Regardless of whether he was using feints or real moves, he grabbed his arm and swung it hard.

The ferocious power acted on the Big Beard, immediately disintegrating his back moves, making him feel swallowed by the huge waves, and his whole body was thrown flying by a strong force. He screamed in horror, and was as heavy as a rag bag. Hit the wall.

Turning his face inward, he suddenly turned into a gecko, with his face blooming.

At this moment, he realized how ridiculous his words were. This fair-skinned boy was too powerful.

I thought I could bully the newcomer and become my little brother in the future, but I didn't expect that he was a little bully and I couldn't mess with him at all.

"How about it, do you want to do it again? Hey, you, don't you like people to pick up soap? Let him pick it up, you go up."Clement Vasquez stared at the bald head coldly and said.

The bald man's chin ached, but when he looked at Clement Vasquez, he felt terrified. This guy was young. He didn't expect him to be so strong and so ruthless. He hesitated for a while and finally gave in: "Boss, you will be our boss from now on."

His speech was slurred and it hurt when he spoke.

However, Clement Vasquez still understood and said: "It's useless to call the boss, hurry up, I'm still waiting to see!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Clement Vasquez took a shower by himself under the faucet. The black dirt that oozed out was indeed difficult to wash off and smelled very bad. No wonder the two prison guards looked like they smelled shit.

However, after washing it, he found that his skin had become whiter, thinner and smoother. He shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could now be considered a pretty boy.

Moreover, his height has also grown by almost five centimeters, reaching 1.8 meters, but he doesn't notice it now.

At this time, there was a strange noise next to him, and he had a bald head and a Big Beard. He turned his head and looked: "Damn, it's so smooth, can't you practice it often? This... is so fucking disgusting!"

After he took a shower, he didn't bother to pay attention to them and went back directly.

When passing a row of cells, he saw many people leaning on the small window of the cell door, looking at him with a strange smile: "Haha, boy, you just had your bald head and beard repaired. Seeing that you are not injured or in pain, it must be My anus is gone, tsk tsk tsk, a bite of fresh meat, it will satisfy those two perverted guys."

"Hahaha, that's not it..."

Clement Vasquez curled his lips and went straight back to the room, thinking to himself, they were really having fun at the moment!

He knew that in this Half-mountain Prison, unlike the outside world, people were always guilty of serious crimes and had no moral bottom line. The weak were the weak and the strong were the strong. In the situation just now, if he was still the same as before, the consequences would be imaginable. But knowing that having an anus is easy, and who knows if there is a more powerful guy in this prison, he must improve his strength as soon as possible.

Because no one will help him, no one will help him hire a lawyer, and no one will even come to visit him in prison.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Clement Vasquez carefully studied the cultivation techniques given to him by his senior——

"In the pneumatic stage, practice starts from scratch. The first step is to introduce Qi into the body. There are spiritual Qi floating between the sky and the earth, some are thick and some are thin..."

The above information is very detailed, what is spiritual energy, how to introduce energy into the body, how to quickly reach the stage of energy movement, and become one of the countless practitioners in the three thousand worlds. The first method that needs to be practiced is called The soul-absorbing art is divided into seven levels.

A few minutes later, Clement Vasquez started practicing.

"breathe……"

Communicate spiritual energy and introduce energy into the body.

He didn't have high hopes at first, because according to the data, to introduce Qi into the body, you need to achieve a sense of Qi, and the sense of Qi is not something that can be felt immediately, but depends on the body's natural qualifications and the ability to sense the aura. Regarding the degree of affinity, some people can feel Qi in one day, while others may never feel Qi in their whole life.

After about ten minutes, Clement Vasquez opened his eyes in surprise——

"Hey, you feel it so soon?

"Am I the so-called cultivation genius?"

Because at this moment, he felt a cool spiritual energy entering from his Baihui Point. It immediately flowed through his limbs and meridians, entered his Dantian, and coiled around him.

He didn't know that this was because he signed a soul contract with that existence and received feedback from the contract, which refined and penetrated the impurities in his body, making his body pure and his affinity with the spiritual energy reaching an almost natural level. That's why I sensed the presence of Qi so quickly.

Then, a ray of spiritual energy automatically entered his eyes, refreshing and cool, and then he saw an incredible scene: in the air, there were some free and floating green light groups, the size of fireflies, but the number was very small, and the first layer of the spirit-absorbing art , can only absorb the spiritual energy ten meters around the body.

He sadly discovered that in his cell, there were only three spiritual energies he could absorb.

"No way, there are only three? How do you practice this?"

"Others have to absorb thousands of spiritual energy to quickly enter the pneumatic stage. Here, it is impossible in a lifetime!"

From the information in his mind, he knew that the intensity of spiritual energy also depends on the environment. The most intense ones are usually found in inaccessible virgin forests, fairy mountains and fairy islands, and here is a prison with no sunlight all year round, so naturally there is not much spiritual energy.

To save my sister, I must go outside and practice in a place with strong spiritual energy.

While Clement Vasquez was depressed and troubled by this, a prison guard came over and knocked twice on his cell door: "309, someone is visiting the prison. Put on handcuffs and come out with me."

Clement Vasquez frowned and was surprised. He couldn't imagine who would come to visit the prison, but he still stood up.

When I arrived at the visiting room, I saw that it was the policewoman with childish face and ruthless face. This time she was wearing a police uniform.

Although the uniform was ordinary and tightly packed, her figure was really hot. The clothes on her chest seemed to burst open again, and the big bulging mass in the middle looked like there were two rabbits hidden inside. , is really eye-catching; in addition, the person is also beautiful and delicate, with bright eyes, pink lips, and long flowing hair, which is even more eye-catching.

Several prison guards looked at him in amazement from time to time, and some even swallowed their saliva. It looked like they wanted to pounce on him and fight for three hundred rounds.

However, because of his sister, Clement Vasquez didn't feel much, but was a little disgusted. If she hadn't taken him away and left his sister at home alone, his sister would not have died.

"What are you doing here? Are you here to gloat? Are you here to see if my dead sister is pitiful? Or are you here to see if I was bullied like a dog in prison?"Clement Vasquez said coldly.