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Wang Lin looked at Zhang Huz back, afta a long-ass sigh, he felt fucked up holdin tha yellow paper up in his hand, Zhang Hu was his wild lil’ first playa up in Heng Yue Sect yo yo, but now, such a thang has happened.
“This is tha curse of Immortal Talismans!” Wang Lin looked all up in tha yellow paper up in his hands, immediately found it ta be different, dis yellow paper although is similar up in appearizzle ta tha Immortal Talismans used ta bust secret disciplez back home yo yo, but it gotz nuff far mo’ Lingqi than is present up in a ordinary talisman, up in addizzle ta that, it exudes a gangbangin’ fucked up aura, Wang Lin was startled, although didn’t give a gangbangin’ fuck what tha fuck tha fuck dat shiznit was but knew dat shiznit was definitely a treasure.
Slightly hesistant, Wang Lin put away tha yellow paper, lookin all up in tha corpse da perved-out muthafucka sighed, if tha body aint disposed of, then Zhang Hu thankin bout his speed, would find it hard as fuck ta escape Heng Yue Sect.
Da storage bag has enough space ta stow tha corpse up in it, Wang Lin tidied up tha room n’ removed tha bloodstains before on tha fuckin’ down-lowly leavin tha scene, n’ findin a mountain stream deep up in tha mountains, threw tha corpse up in it n’ moonwalked back ta tha room.
Lettin up a sigh, da ruffneck didn’t wanna be thinkin of Zhang Hu yo yo, but he nevertheless pulled up tha Immortal Talisman n’ tried ta examine dat shit.
This Immortal Talisman on preliminary observation seems ta be like just another talisman used by secret disciplez ta bounce back ta tha doggy den yo yo, but Wang Lin observed closely, n’ found dat wit regard ta its material as well as tha red strokes on it, both far exceed tha qualitizzle of a aiiight talisman.
Wang Lin holdin tha Immortal talisman, pondered a lil, da ruffneck didn’t give a gangbangin’ fuck tha specific utilitizzle of dis talisman, n’ since tha dizzle he nearly took a gangbangin’ finger-lickin’ dirt nap afta consumin too much dew, dat schmoooove muthafucka had been extra cautious wit regard ta immortal thangs, n’ didn’t dare act rashly.
In addizzle ta that, tha fucked up aura dat was bein emanated from tha talisman, made his thugged-out ass extra cautious, thus carefully, he put tha tha Immortal Talisman back up in tha storage bag, leavin it aside fo’ examinin on some other day.
With dat done, tha pimpin’ muthafucka took up tha mysterious bead, n’ entered tha trip space.
This time, da ruffneck didn’t focus his wild lil’ fuckin juice on breathing, instead took some time ta practice Force technique.
Afta tha matta wit Liu Xing, dis Force technique felt like useful ta Wang Lin, n’ thus wit pimped up determination, da perved-out muthafucka started practisin it non-stop.
Dude first used tha Gourd as a target fo’ tha technique, rockin tha force technique grabbed tha gourd which was straight-up light, da thug was able ta lift it up afta nuff muthafuckin attempts, was able ta succeed once fo’ a gangbangin’ finger-lickin’ dirty-ass short while, afta succeeding, Wang Lin stopped tha technique immediately n’ started over from tha beginnin once more.
Wang Linz scam was simple, tha pimpin’ muthafucka thought dat he must be able ta use Force technique freely, if attempt ten times then must succeed ten times, afta all, even if it has big-ass potential what tha fuck tha fuck use if it cannot help up in a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil critical moment.
Dude calculated dat as thangs stood, his schmoooove ass could only succeed 3-4 times up in 10 possible attempts, n’ is far from his wild lil’ fuckin lil’ desired mastery of tha technique.
Time flew by up in tha trip space, Wang Lin wasn’t aware of it, n’ tha body tearin pain arrived brangin his thugged-out ass back ta reality, da ruffneck didn’t waste time but opened his wild lil’ fuckin eyes immediately, drank all dem grillfulz of bead-soaked sprang wata n’ started bustin breathang practice n’ afta reachin a sufficient level of Lingqi, tha pimpin’ muthafucka took a thugged-out deep breath, his wild lil’ fuckin eyes flashed, n’ up in his crazy-ass mind echoed tha contentz of tha Concentratin Qi three segments book.
Concentratin Qi three segments, up in addizzle ta describin tha method of reachin each layer, also raps bout legit crucial chants.
These chants, is tha real key ta Concentratin Qi, there be a total of fifteen layers up in Concentratin Qi, although one can pass all up in tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta layer just by practicing, tha remainin fourteen layers need they own chants ta unlock.
For example, da thug was all up in tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta layer of Concentratin Qi, if da ruffneck don’t use tha second layerz chant, then even if he manages ta masta tha method of practisin ta tha second layer, will forever languish up in only tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta layer.
Wang Lin started silently recitin tha chants, tha Lingqi present up in tha body immediately started changing, tha chizzle was minor at first yo yo, but tha longer it went on, tha mo’ intense tha chizzlez gots n’ soon it became like boilin water, scatterin up in all partz of tha body.
Gradually, tha LingQi bein obviously insufficient, intermittently dispersed all up in tha body, various typez of vibe started emergin up in his body like pin pricks, itching, aches, pain, his cold-ass thugged-out lil’ punk-ass briefly felt as if his whole body had been riddled wit gapin wounds, he realized dat his LingLi is tha root cause behind all all dis bullshit. [TLNote: LingLi means Spiritual Force/Power/Strength, Yes, a gangbangin’ freshly smoked up term, you all betta git used ta it, actually, Is it just me or is tha lyricist goin all Jedi on us?]
Concentratin Qi three segments book, placed special emphasis on one particular fact.
Success is by no means guaranteed up in tha use of chants ta unlock layers, talent, lingqi, destiny, all play a key role. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some playas may succeed up in one attempt, some may need ten, while some may take hundreds…..
Afta a long-ass time, tha multitude of vibe slowly dissipated, Wang Lin was soaked wit sweat, Lingqi had straight-up dissipated from his body yo yo, but Wang Lin had understood from tha book, dat tha loss is only temporary n’ can be recovered by meditation. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Although he failed ta open tha second layer, Wang Lin didn’t lose ass, dis time he only tried it out, turns up dat tha current level of Lingqi up in his body is insufficient ta open tha second layer.
Afta all, dat schmoooove muthafucka had only recently passed all up in tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta layer, da thug was up in no big-ass hurry, since dat schmoooove muthafucka had tha bead-soaked sprang wata at hand, dat schmoooove muthafucka has been practicin tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta layer so far, once he reaches tha limit of Lingqi fo’ tha straight-up original gangsta gangsta layer, his schmoooove ass could try again n’ again n’ again n’ again n’ again n’ again n’ again n’ again n’ again fo’ tha second layer, n’ consequently, tha success rate would improve by all muthafuckin day.
With dis intent, Wang Lin fuckin started practisin dizzle n’ night. Da LingLi within his body gradually accumulated, even tha success rate of tha Force technique improved.
Dude tried rockin tha chant ta open tha second layer nuff times durin dis period yo yo, but unfortunately he failed every last muthafuckin last muthafuckin time.
Afta half a month up in real time, straight-up three months up in trip space later, Wang Lin bustin breathang practice while waitin up tha interval between trip space access, seein dat there is still time before his next access, dat schmoooove muthafucka hesistated a lil’ bit before immediately recitin tha chant ta open tha second layer, locked n loaded ta try again.
Dude had lost count of how tha fuck tha fuck nuff times dat schmoooove muthafucka had tried, each time up in tha end tha LingQi up in tha body had dissipated without success.
An minute later, Wang Lin looked tired, his body emptied of LingQi, da perved-out muthafucka smiled wryly ta his fuckin lil’ dirty ass: “Failed again, openin tha second layer is straight-up too hard!” Suddenly he felt something, his wild lil’ fuckin eyes flashing, da perved-out muthafucka stared all up in tha door.
“Junior Wang, come up ta peep me!” A cold voice called up from outside tha door.
It sounded somewhat familiar, Wang Lin gots up n’ opened tha door ta peep a gangbangin’ funky-ass black-clad youth of twenty seven-eight muthafuckin yearz of age, bearin a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil cold demeanor.
“Black Clothes!” Wang Lin recognized tha Youth, da thug was tha one whoz ass had brought him, Wang Zhuo n’ Wang Hao ta Heng Yue Sect all up in tha time of admission test, n’ was also tha one whoz ass along wit his wild lil’ daddy had found his thugged-out ass all up in tha bottom of tha cliff.
But Wang Lin remembered dat at dat time da thug was still dressed up in white, so afta only all dem months, da perved-out muthafucka straight-up gots promoted ta black! Dude suddenly remembered tha dizzle of tha tests, when dat schmoooove muthafucka had brought him, n’ his cold-ass two brothers ta Heng Yue, a Middle-aged playa whoz ass had holla’d at his thugged-out ass dat tha Head of tha Sect was concerned bout his thugged-out ass since his cold-ass thugged-out lil’ practice was at a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil crucial stage, n’ thus, da thug was replaced by dat middle-aged playa whoz ass took tha test.