Chapter 367: Condensing the Soul Again

An Jing has been practicing the Sun Shooting Art recently. Although he has made great progress, he has never been able to understand the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Art, so he has been promoted to the epic level.

Originally, with her talent, it should not be difficult to advance to the epic level, but because of her hidden disease, she has never been able to perceive the true mystery of the Sun Shooting Technique.

Quiet is not afraid of enduring hardships, and she can endure the inhuman pain caused by her old illness every time she cultivates the Sun Shooting Art.

But comprehension of this kind of thing is not something that can be solved by enduring hardships. Those with poor talent, even if they practice for ten years, may not be able to achieve the epiphany that some people have overnight.

Quiet, talented, perceptive, and hard-working enough, can be said to be a rare genius in the world, but her body is not suitable for practicing the Sun Shooting Technique, which makes her feel like she is separated from something and has no way to comprehend the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Technique. .

After comprehending the failure again, she huddled in a corner of the room quietly and painfully. Every time she practiced the Sun Shooting Art, she had to endure this kind of pain.

The phone rang, Quiet barely stood up, walked to the table, picked up the phone and connected the call.

"My little Jingjing, I haven't seen you for a long time. Mom wants to have dinner with you. Are you free tonight?" Ouyang Lan's voice came from the phone.

"Today..." An Jing had just practiced the Sun Shooting Art, and the pain in her body did not disappear so quickly. Now, she really doesn't want to move a step.

"Mom is only you and Tian Zuo. Tian Zuo is busy with military affairs. I haven't seen him for many days. You go to school and live in the school. Every day, the house is empty and I am alone... "Ouyang Lan said as she spoke, she felt like she was about to cry.

"I see, I will go back tonight." An Jing said helplessly.

Ouyang Lan immediately turned cloudy and sunny, and said happily: "Then I'll wait for you at Migao Restaurant, by the way, remember to call Xiaowen and ask him to accompany me for dinner, I haven't seen him for a long time. , I will ask Ah Sheng to pick you up at the gate of the academy."

"You can't..." Before the quiet words were finished, a beeping sound came from the handset, and Ouyang Lan had already hung up the call.

An Jing frowned slightly. Although she took the initiative to let Zhou Wen go to the Holy Land instead of her, she had already put aside the matter of the quota, but even so, she was still reluctant to face Zhou Wen. When she saw Zhou Wen, there was always a lump in her heart.

She always felt that if it wasn't for her physical problems, she was the most suitable candidate.

He was determined not to call Zhou Wen, but Ouyang Lan had already said it, and he hesitated for a while. After washing and changing his clothes, he walked out of his small building and went outside Zhou Wen's small building.

The doorbell rang, but after waiting for a while, Zhou Wen didn't come out.

"It's not that I don't call, it's that he's not there." Quiet pressed three times, but no one responded, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

Bang!

At this moment, An Jing suddenly heard a sound that seemed to come from Zhou Wen's small building. It sounded like something was wrong, as if something had been broken.

"It won't happen, right?" Jing Jing glanced at Zhou Wen's small building, but then thought: "If he doesn't have an accident, what does it have to do with me."

He turned around and walked a few steps. When he was about to return to his yard, An Jing turned around and walked to the gate of Zhou Wen's small building. He rang the doorbell again, and muttered to himself while ringing the doorbell, as if to convince himself. : "He lives next to me, just separated by a wall. If something happens to him and affects me, I have to figure it out."

But after ringing the doorbell a few times, there was still no response, and the sound of things shattering came from the small building again.

Quietly looked up and saw that the glass door of the balcony on the second floor of Zhou Wen was not locked, so he jumped up and landed on the balcony, pushed open the balcony door and walked in.

"Zhou Wen, what are you doing?" Jing Jing walked inside while talking.

No one answered her, and then there was another bang, and Jing Jing heard it clearly this time.

The sound came from the practice room.

"There is a soundproof design in the practice room. Even if you are practicing boxing and punching sandbags, there will be no such sound. What is he doing? It won't really happen, right?" Jing Jing thought to himself, and looked around again. , I suddenly saw that there was a floor that was burned and twisted, as if it had melted and then solidified. I felt a little bad in my heart, and I felt that something must have happened.

An Jing naturally didn't know that the floor was burned when Zhou Wen summoned the goldfish, and thought it was Zhou Wen who was attacked.

"It won't be the Federal Inspectorate that attacked him, right?" An Jing walked quickly to the front of the practice room and pushed the door. The door was locked and could not be pushed.

Quietly knocked on the door a few times, and called Zhou Wen's name a few times, but no one answered, making it even more certain that something had happened to Zhou Wen.

Without hesitation, he summoned a sword, cut off the steel door of the training room, and rushed into the training room.

The scene the entry saw made Jing Jing slightly startled.

There was no picture in the practice room as she imagined, no people from the Supervision Bureau, no signs of fighting, and nothing was broken.

The only thing that can be seen is that Zhou Wen is suspended in the air, and his whole body seems to be exuding light and heat, like a sun.

Although the light is a bit harsh, it is not harmful. Although the temperature makes people feel hot, it is not unbearable. On the contrary, it has a comfortable feeling, as if it is basking in the sun.

"He's condensing his life soul..." Quietly stared at Zhou Wen, his pupils contracted slightly.

When she defeated Zhou Wen with one move before, Zhou Wen was only a mortal rank. In less than a year, Zhou Wen had already gathered his life soul to advance to the epic rank. This speed was too fast. It was almost to the point of making An Jing feel a little jealous.

"If it wasn't for my old illness, I would have been promoted to epic level long ago. If it wasn't for me not being able to go to the Holy Land, the Sun God bloodline on his body should belong to me." Jing Jing looked at Zhou Wen and thought to himself.

But soon, An Jing discovered that something was wrong with Zhou Wen's situation.

Zhou Wen's power looks a lot like the result of the Sun Shooting Art being suitable for the blood of the Sun God, but if you look closely, you will find that this is not the case, it seems to be a little different.

"What's the matter? Didn't he practice the Sun Shooting Art? Then what did he practice? How did he get the blood of the Sun God?" An Jing was full of doubts, staring at Zhou Wen who was condensing his life and soul, and looked carefully.

Bang! Bang!

An Jing heard the voice again, and now she found that the voice came from within Zhou Wen's body, the position of his chest, and the voice seemed to be his heartbeat.