Genes could be inherited. Then, could a martial artist's activity be inherited? Countless scientists were still doing endless research on how a martial artist's strength outbreak period was formed.
Asura had already begun to study this deeper topic, and she had done a lot of in-depth research.
Fenghua Danyun curled up in the pink quilt on the bed, quietly watching the floating virtual projection in front of her as the values changed.
According to years of research, it was clearly found that genes and martial artists' activity were very different. On the surface, they seemed to have no connection at all.
But was this really the case? No! Activity was still related to genes. Their relationship was at a deeper level. If one couldn't thoroughly study activity, it would be impossible to find the connection between the two.
Genes could be inherited easily, but the inheritance of activity was very difficult.
First of all, there were two factors that determined activity. First, the martial artist's activity must be more than three thousand! If all the martial arts masters were included, there were still many people who had passed the second growth outbreak period with an activity of more than three thousand.
However, in Asura's eyes, the second growth spurt period or the maturation period was a useless value.
The second factor was that when a martial artist's activity reached three thousand, it must be during the first growth outbreak period.
If the first growth outbreak period was over, then it would be useless even if the activity was more than ten thousand. They must be full of youthful energy, and they must also be in the promotion period.
The Martial Madman was a choice, and so was Qin Fen.
The Martial Madman who had completed the first special training had an activity value of more than three thousand five hundred.
Asura calculated that the child born should be above the Asura Fetus and could reach the level of the Asura Devil Fetus, but not qualified to reach the Asura Holy Fetus.
To give birth to the Asura Holy Fetus, the child's father must have an activity value of more than ten thousand!
When Asura first came to this conclusion, she thought it was hopeless for her entire life, but she never thought that God would really send her such a monster, and it just so happened that it was the person she liked.
The Asura Holy Fetus didn't have an activity value of ten thousand after birth, but when it entered the strength outbreak period, the activity value would be quickly activated and doubled at an extremely fast speed, leaving the martial artists of the same generation far behind in a short period of time.
Of course, the conditions for the birth of the Shura Holy Fetus were even harsher. In addition to the basic requirements for the father, it also required the combination of various medicines to be effective.
At the same time, the mother that gave birth to the Asura Holy Fetus also had extremely high requirements.
Asura curled up in the pink quilt, her cheeks sometimes blushing, sometimes melancholy, sometimes falling into a daze, sometimes smiling faintly, and occasionally giggling.
Qin Fen leaned his back against the headboard. He seemed to be sitting, but he wasn't sitting. He seemed to be lying, but he wasn't lying. He was facing the white wall.
What happened last night was like a dream, but it was incomparably real. It wasn't just the reality of his mind. Even the burn marks on his back from the nails were reminding him that it was definitely not a dream.
Asura Fenghua Danyun … Qin Fen had never had such a headache. She didn't look like she was here for a one-night stand, but why did she leave without a word after waking up?
He did not ask for any responsibility, nor did he say anything else. It was as if he had never been here.
Was he fooled? Qin Fen shook his head gently, denying this speculation.
Asura's behavior at that time was definitely not a joke.
What was she thinking? Qin Fen got up to take a shower and put on his clothes. He jumped out of the window and went straight to Asura's residence. He wanted to figure out what Fenghua Danyun was thinking.
After half a year of special training, Qin Fen's martial dao was successful. He kept changing himself, and his character was becoming more and more active than before. This time, he also didn't want to continue being passive.
A huge projection screen floated in front of Fenghua Danyun's room. There was a line of characters written on it that seemed very dangerous to others.
I'm in a bad mood today. Whoever wants to be beaten can come and disturb me.
It was a simple sentence, but its power was far more powerful than the scribbles of the Mao Mountain Taoist priests. Almost all the martial artists who passed by took a detour, for fear of trampling on the grass and trees here, provoking the head of the Sacred Martial Hall's Department of Martial Arts and being beaten up for no reason.
He knocked on the door … no one responded.
He knocked on the door again, and still no one responded.
Qin Fen looked around, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was transferred to his legs. He kicked the door directly.
There were all kinds of doors in the world, but there were not many doors that could block the strength of the fifteen-star level. Asura's room also didn't have such a door.
With one kick, the door fell to the ground. There was no anger from Asura in the room. It was still as quiet as it was at the beginning.
Qin Fen walked into the room and was slightly stunned. There was no one here. Asura Fenghua Danyun wasn't in the room. There was only a note on the table.
With his excellent eyesight, Qin Fen could clearly see the words on the note. It was left for him.
Hehe … Qin Fen, I knew you would come. However, I have already left. Of course, I have to hide after doing something bad, so don't look for me. Remember, if you don't want to force me to hide, don't look for me. It won't take a year for me to appear again. Now give me some space and time.
Danyun.
Looking at the last signature, Qin Fen carefully put the note away. A head of department level martial artist wanted to make others unable to find her. I'm afraid it's really not easy to find her.
The short words revealed Fenghua Danyun's freedom, willfulness, and autonomy. Qin Fen made a "call" to the Sacred Martial Hall maintenance department and informed them that the door was damaged and needed to be repaired. Then, he turned and walked out of the room.
After calming his mood, Qin Fen walked out of the room. I can't be worse than Fenghua Danyun. If she can do this, how can I be sloppy?
A year's time was not long. Qin Fen could afford to wait. At that time, he would see how to deal with this matter thoroughly.
Putting everything aside for the time being, Qin Fen went straight to the Sacred Martial Hall Secret Art Pavilion.
As a personal disciple of the two heads of department, Qin Fen had enough qualifications to enter the Secret Art Pavilion. The badge had already stored his identity privileges in it through the system.
Once again coming to the Sacred Martial Hall Secret Art Pavilion, Qin Fen's heart was filled with a long-lost feeling. Half a year ago, he had benefited a lot from this place. What would he gain from revisiting this place?
The guards here obviously knew Qin Fen's identity and did not stop his appearance.
Entering the Secret Art Pavilion, Qin Fen slowly wandered through each floor.
This time was different from the last time he was impatient. He needed to read the introduction of each room carefully and then make a choice in order.
Looking at the rooms one by one, Qin Fen did not rush into the rooms of the Dragon Fists.
The Martial Emperor Dragon Fists was not a simple Dragon Fists! When Qin Fen created this set of fist techniques, his goal was to absorb the best fist techniques in the world and form a set of Dragon Fists used by Emperor Wu Zhong.
At that time, Qin Fen's martial dao route was more similar to the shadow of the Emperor and Dragon Fists. However, with the growth of strength and the exploration of martial dao, his divine dao martial dao was no longer a hundred percent compatible with the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists.
It could be said that this set of Martial Emperor Dragon Fists could bear many of Qin Fen's martial dao concepts and spiritual imprints, but it could not bear all of Qin Fen's martial dao and spiritual imprints.
After all, Emperor Wu Zhong was not a god. He was just closer to the path of the divine dao. Otherwise, when fighting with the Martial Madman, the aura of martial dao might be able to rise to a higher level, and the fist technique he used would be truly invincible.
I must create a set of fist techniques that belongs to me, that is suitable for me, and that can completely bear the divine dao.
Then, just the Dragon Fists or several fist techniques are not enough!
Qin Fen did not think that it would be enough to fight against the Qilin Sect with just the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists.
I must amaze the world with a single brilliant feat! Qin Fen calmed his mind and once again chose the most basic fist technique room and walked in.
A tall building also needed a solid foundation.
A towering tree was also born from the roots of a tree. It only existed when it spread its branches and leaves.
The more eye-catching it was, the more solid its foundation would be!
And people would often only pay attention to the high and mighty magnificence, but ignore their source!
Only by truly mastering the source could one spread its branches and leaves.
The same was true for martial dao. Any martial dao master who established a sect would choose a seed from the source of these martial dao to develop.
What Qin Fen did today was nothing more than what many martial dao masters who had founded their own sects had done.
If there was anything different, it would be that Qin Fen's ambition was greater than many founding martial dao masters!
Others only needed a seed in the sea of martial dao and used it to create a towering tree, but Qin Fen needed a lot of seeds.
Or in other words, Qin Fen wanted to find the most original seed that produced all kinds of martial dao seeds.
There are a lot of seeds, so what is the existence that produced these seeds? A huge seed? Qin Fen's ultimate goal was to find this. Even if he couldn't find this, he wanted to get a few more seeds and fuse them together to form a new seed.
Qin Fen had already thought of the name of this seed: Godly Fists!
Godly fists, reaching the extreme realm of martial dao!
Such a summary could not be done in a day and a half. Qin Fen ate, drank, and slept in the Secret Art Pavilion. Occasionally, he would meet Caesar and the others in other rooms.
Every time they met, they would look at each other and smile. Then, they would look for the secret books that they needed.
In the half a year of special training, Qin Fen was not the only one who had made great progress. Caesar and the others were also growing at a shocking speed.
If the previously determined martial dao wanted to continue to move forward, in addition to self-understanding in battle, a lot of supplements were also needed. The Secret Art Pavilion was this huge supplement of martial dao nutrition.
After turning around a room, Qin Fen met Solomon in it.
The quietest martial artist in the team saw Qin Fen and raised his chest slightly.
Three!
A metal badge the size of a baby's fist hung on the left chest. Qin Fen had seen it on Caesar and the others. There were numbers four and five on it.
Three, this number represented the strength of the third person in Qin Fen's team! In the ranking battle of Mount Blade that day, the strength ranking of the third place was taken by Solomon, which also meant that he was the most qualified person to challenge Qin Fen besides Xue Tian.
Because Xue Tian took the initiative to avoid the battle, or rather, refuse to fight, Solomon became the first person in Qin Fen's team to challenge Qin Fen.
Brooks, who had the number four on his chest, happened to walk into this room. The moment he saw the number three metal badge hanging on Solomon's chest, two sword-like rays of light burst out of his pupils.
In this world, the only thing that could make Brooks so interested was probably the badge on Solomon's chest.
After Qin Fen's team went through the battle of Mount Blade, they agreed to hold this kind of internal battle once every six months to determine the whereabouts of this number badge.
Half a year of special training had deepened the friendship of everyone, but at the same time, it had also increased the competition between them.
Solomon felt Brooks' sword-like gaze and puffed out his chest. His handsome face revealed an indescribable pride.
Number three! The number that made Qin Fen's team jealous was enough to make Solomon proud.
"Wear it, wear it well. Cherish the six months that you have worn it." Brooks took a book from the bookshelf and said with a smile, "After six months, you won't have the chance to wear it. At that time, you can only watch it hanging on my chest."
Solomon shook his index finger gently, and the smile on his face seemed to say that Brooks was bragging.
"Number three is mine."
Yang Lie's cold voice came from outside the door.
Qin Fen picked a book from the bookshelf, turned around and walked out of the room quickly. Every time these people talked about the ownership of number three, even if they were far away in other rooms, it was as if they had ears of the wind. Caesar should also appear here later.
There was no sun or moon in the Secret Art Pavilion. Qin Fen did not expect to stay here for a full two months. A large number of martial arts notes were crazily swallowed by him. Whether it was the simple Arhat Fist or the profound Indra Claw, they were all madly gathered into his martial dao.
The embryonic form of Godly Fists was gradually formed and perfected. It was no longer the initial fantasy of the past.
Qin Fen pushed the door of the Secret Art Pavilion and looked at the bright light. His eyes did not have the slightest discomfort as he walked down the stairs calmly.
The man guarding the Secret Art Pavilion rubbed his eyes again and again as he watched Qin Fen leave.
It's obviously the same person, but why does his back feel so strange in just two months?
It was not an illusion caused by the increase in martial dao star-class strength. The man guarded the Sacred Martial Hall Secret Art Pavilion and even saw the head of department level martial artists often, but no one could give him such a strange feeling.
Strong yet not strong, weak yet not weak, real yet not illusory, chaotic! The man felt that he could not see through Qin Fen's aura at all. This feeling was very strange. If he stared at Qin Fen carefully, he would feel a strange attraction. It was as if he would be attracted to Qin Fen and then be swallowed mercilessly.
Quiet, peaceful, calm! Yet, he could give people the feeling of a giant monster awakening from the prehistoric era … The man could not understand and shook his head repeatedly. He turned back to his work.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
