Ou Yangming's hand was like electricity, although he hadn't really touched Bai Shixue's skin. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but the little heat released by the munitions can still be felt.

Just like Bai Shixue, she feels like she is just right, as if there is a hot current rolling through her body, up and down, left and right, before and after, and there is no place to let go. Even if she vaguely felt that Ou Yangming hadn't really touched herself, the scorching feeling of the arms passing through her body made her more and more addicted to it.

If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have let out that bone-eating moan.

At that moment, she had a feeling that she couldn't help it. Fortunately, Ou Yangming's speed was fast enough, otherwise, she would really collapse because of this.

However, when she opened her eyes, she saw Ou Yangming fleeing in a hurry like a defeated general. At this time, her heart was complicated and unspeakable, and it was definitely the strongest in her life.

Ou Yangming, what does that kid want to do?

Does he really have that kind of mind for himself...... Even Bai Shixue is not sure.

However, although she suffered from gains and losses here, Ou Yangming, who fled in the wilderness, was not having a good time.

He took everything on the list and ran all the way out of the yard, running directly through more than a dozen streets before slowing down. He searched for it, found a dark and deserted street, and sat down desperately.

At this moment, his heart is still pounding, and his mind is full of the plump and graceful beautiful carcass.

This munitions...... This munition is too bad!

If he had known that arms had such strange powers, he would never have done the kind of thing he had done before.

Although he stroked through the air, there was no real physical contact between the two people. However, Ou Yangming knew that the feeling given by this munition would definitely not be inferior to his own hands.

That is to say, when Ou Yangming used the arms to touch Bai Shixue's body, he was almost not much different from doing it himself.

At least, personally, it is.

Although Ou Yangming and Ni Yinghong did not say it explicitly, both sides knew that they had a white-headed covenant with each other.

So, now that he has inadvertently done such a thing, what is it?

Looking at his hands, Ou Yangming let out a long sigh of helplessness.

Previously, he was full of jealousy of the witch Bai Shixue, and even had a trace of resentment. But he knew that from this moment on, there was another sense of guilt.

Shaking his head, Ou Yangming tried his best to restrain his mind and no longer think about this matter.

However, Shicai's abrupt behavior also brought him great benefits. Just like at this time, the purple storm that was flooding in the sea of consciousness was his harvest.

Endless spiritual power was thrown into the storm, and at the heart of the storm was a small figure condensed by purple munitions. At this time, the figure was slowly condensing and forming at the center of the storm.

Baishi Xue.

If someone who is familiar with Baishi Snow sees the center of the storm, they will definitely not hesitate to call out these three words.

Because after the figure gradually became clear, her figure really appeared.

Ou Yangming, who was mobilizing his spiritual power, observed this scene even more clearly, and in the next moment, his spiritual mind almost collapsed because of this.

On the body of this figure, there was not the slightest cover, the beautiful woman who seemed to be born in the storm actually showed a perfect carcass, and the exquisite body almost made Ou Yangming spurt blood on the spot.

Clothes, clothes, clothes!

Ou Yangming is a normal man, and he also has the mood to appreciate beautiful things.

However, he knew that this was a rare opportunity, and if he missed it, the figure at the center of the storm would collapse and disappear, and he would not be able to gain any benefit from the Spirit Fist.

Once this thought came to mind, Ou Yangming's mind suddenly became firm.

As if sensing his will, the figure at the center of the storm changed again, and Bai Shixue had an extra set of clothes on her body, which was the same as what she was wearing.

Only then did Ou Yangming breathe a sigh of relief, he was able to put aside his worries at this time and comprehend the magical changes in the storm.

More and more powerful spiritual power was put into it, and when the arms touched Bai Shixue, they had obtained all the data of her body, including the enchanting body and the mysterious and pleasant aroma.

However, it is not easy to evolve this data into the content of Simulation Fist.

Moreover, Ou Yangming also had a trace of selfishness in his heart, he was not willing to simulate Bai Shixue's body in boxing.

What he wants is to take the essence of it and completely transform this power into his own ability.

Slowly closing his eyes, Ou Yangming sat down in the middle of the street and began his cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, the storm in the sea of consciousness slowly stopped, and at this time, in the unknown depths of the sea of consciousness, the enchanting figure born from the storm did not disappear, but existed in a magical way.

Just like those special attributes, the rune secret method, its body is surrounded by magical purple circles, floating here in an incomprehensible form.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ou Yangming's mouth, he was still thinking about how to improve and increase the Spirit Fist last night. And at this moment, he has found a way to progress and stepped on the threshold.

Between the turns of his mind, Ou Yangming did not get up, and his spiritual power was still surging.

And when the huge spiritual power converged in the sea of consciousness, a purple aura was born from it.

In this purple aura, a nine-ring broadsword unexpectedly appeared.

This is the magic weapon forged by Ou Yangming, he naturally remembers it clearly, and the simulated forging of the Nine Ring Broadsword is even easier.

A moment later, next to Bai Shixue's body, there was this simulated nine-ring broadsword.

Ou Yangming's heart became more and more excited, and even the whole person seemed to become excited.

When he was close to Bai Shixue before, he had an idea and used munitions and spiritual power to simulate it, just like absorbing attributes and carving runes, based on spiritual power, to shape Bai Shixue.

Before that, he was not sure of success, but after trying, he achieved unexpectedly great gains.

Sensing the two purple auras that suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness, Ou Yangming's face showed a look of joy. He had a feeling that if he could add these two powers to the Spirit Fist, its power would become extremely terrifying.

Without thinking, he mobilized his spiritual power, sat on his horse with his waist down, and turned his qi into a dantian, so that he wanted to fuse his true qi, spiritual power, and purple aura into one.

However, in the next moment, when these powers with different characteristics were about to merge, Ou Yangming stopped abruptly.

A trace of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

An inexplicable, huge sense of crisis suddenly emerged, making him tremble from the bottom of his heart.

In the dark, there seemed to be an extremely mysterious feeling telling him that this was not appropriate, and if he forcibly tried to fuse these powers into one, then his body would definitely not be able to withstand such a huge amount of energy.

The light ones are broken in the meridians, and they will become a waste person from then on, and the heavy ones may even explode and die.

This premonition was so strong and real that Ou Yangming couldn't raise the slightest suspicion at all.

Taking a deep breath, Ou Yangming closed his eyes, his mood slowly calmed down, and then everything in the sea of consciousness gradually returned to normal.

His fists clenched unconsciously.

Not enough, your strength is not strong enough!

If he was not a Yang powerhouse at the moment, but had an ancestor-level physique, then perhaps he could use the power of his physical body to fuse and enhance the power of the Spirit Fist.

At this time, he is like a kettle, and the capacity of water that can hold is not much.

However, after the Spirit Fist was combined with the two powers in the purple aura, its water capacity was already equivalent to about a basin.

If you have to pour a basin of water into the kettle and it doesn't leak out, the kettle will definitely burst.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Ou Yangming's heart began to irritable inexplicably. He finally found a way to buff the Spirit Fist, but he was stuck in this level.

It's like Valentine's Day, after eating, jumping past Di, entering the room, touching out round items, and feeling a hand of blood when everything is ready, it is definitely a desire to die, and there is a deep unwillingness.

Ouyang Ming's mind was instantly swirling with countless thoughts, but no matter how much he longed, it was impossible for him to take the risk to try at this time.

Looking up at the sky, Ou Yangming's heart suddenly moved.

Ammunition.

That's right, he used the purple aura of the munitions to solve the magical power of absorbing the enchanting body and the nine-ring broadsword, so can he also use the power of the munitions to gain them into the fist?

His physical quality is not up to the mark, but he can make up for it with equipment.

With the help of munitions, he can even forge magic weapons. So, what about attaching these two special powers to equipment?

Once this thought came out, it was like a weed in the spring breeze, swishing upward, and it couldn't be suppressed.

Ou Yangming touched the space bag on his body, there were many rare ores in it, and the purpose of asking for these ores from the IKEA Pavilion was to prepare materials for gifts for the twenty-five new Extreme Dao Ancestors.

However, it now seems that these materials are going to be used by themselves first.

Turning his gaze around, Ou Yangming recognized the direction, his figure flashed, and he left the street like a ghost, and galloped away into the distance.