Shen Luo hurriedly straightened his body from the water and looked around. He stuck his head into the boat and looked around for a long time. Then he slowly submerged his body back into the water. His face was a little gloomy.
He seemed to have accidentally caused trouble. He had released something that shouldn't have been released.
Shen Luo frowned. He raised his hand and gently touched the teeth mark on his right shoulder. He found that there was no pain and the skin there didn't bleed. It was as if the teeth mark was drawn on.
But he clearly remembered that before he lost consciousness, his right shoulder was indeed bitten by the skull formed by the ghost head. He even clearly remembered the coldness of the teeth when they touched his skin.
Shen Luo thought for a moment. He lifted up some river water and sprinkled it on the teeth mark. He rubbed it with a little strength. The result was that the surrounding skin was a little red. Other than that, there were no other changes.
The dark red color of the teeth mark seemed to be caused by blood stasis. He didn't know if it could be eliminated after a period of time.
Shen Luo thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out. He had to give up for the time being.
He waited until the hot feeling on his body gradually faded by more than half. His hands grabbed the edge of the stern and his arms suddenly exerted force. He wanted to use the force to climb back onto the boat.
Who would have thought that as soon as he exerted force, the whole stern of the boat seemed to be hit by a huge rock. It sank down and buried directly under the water. The bow of the boat and half of the hull were raised high, pointing to the sky.
Inside the cabin, there was a "clanking" sound. The miscellaneous things inside slid down one after another.
Fortunately, Shen Luo's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He hurriedly lifted the stern of the boat up. The raised bow of the boat fell back into the water, splashing the water and causing it to fluctuate.
"What's going on?"
Shen Luo gently supported the swaying hull. His eyes stared at his hands. His eyes were full of disbelief.
Then, he turned around and faced the rapidly-flowing river on the other side. He raised one of his palms and exerted a little strength before slapping the water surface.
A muffled sound rang out from the surface of the river. It was as if a boulder weighing several hundred kilograms had been smashed into the river. Suddenly, the water surged violently, and the waves rose up one after another. Unexpectedly, it went against the flow of the river, and pushed out a wave that was about ten feet high.
The waves surged several feet away before they weakened and fell back into the river. Surprisingly, there was still a deep whirlpool at the place where his palm struck, which gradually disappeared after several breaths.
"My strength … How did it become so strong?" Shen Luo stared at his palm, still in disbelief.
He went around the boat and climbed up the rocky beach. He saw that the rope that was used to fix the boat to the bow had been broken when the boat was pressed up. In order to prevent the boat from being washed away, he quickly tied it up again.
Shen Luo turned around and looked around the rocky beach for a while. He saw a stone the size of a human head on the ground. Its surface was quite flat, so he squatted down beside it.
He stretched out his palm and made a gesture on the stone. Suddenly, he shouted and slapped it down.
"Pa!" A crisp sound rang out!
Shen Luo frowned. His palm hurt a little, so he immediately withdrew it.
He looked down at the stone. A layer of dust had been patted off, leaving a clear palm print. The stone itself had not changed at all.
Shen Luo rubbed his palm and slowly stood up. There was an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Ka!"
But when he was about to turn around and return to the boat, there was a slight sound at his feet.
He frowned slightly. He bent down and touched the stone gently with his hand. On the seemingly intact stone, a cobweb-like crack appeared, and it shattered into pieces.
Shen Luo's eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the pieces of stone on the ground and gently rubbed them. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
At the beginning of the year, Tian Tiesheng had shown him the "Clear Sun Hand" in front of him. The scene of his palm hitting the stone table was still deeply engraved in his memory. The strength that he had just used was definitely not below that.
"What the hell is going on? When I fainted, what happened? "Shen Luo was even more confused.
"Could it be …"
In Shen Luo's mind, a guess that he had never dared to think about before suddenly appeared.
In order to verify this guess, he quickly sat down cross-legged. His hands were in front of him. He silently recited the chant of the Small Yang Transforming Skill. The Yang Qi in his body was also mobilized and began to move on its own.
The moment he activated the skill, the red light between his two hands suddenly burst out. From the red light, three inch long condensed red threads appeared. They were densely intertwined with each other, like dragons shuttling back and forth, forming a huge ball.
The red ball emitted bursts of warmth, and even a little hot air. In just a few breaths, the water vapor on Shen Luo's body was evaporated, and his clothes were also dried by the heat.
After ten breaths, Shen Luo suddenly took a deep breath. The red threads in his arms surged back into his mouth and nose, reflecting a bright red color on his entire face.
When the red light on his face disappeared, Shen Luo put down his arms and slowly opened his eyes.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile that was difficult to suppress. His figure suddenly leaped, and he actually jumped ten feet high. When he landed, his foot stepped on a pebble, and a muffled "peng" sound was heard.
"Full strength, light tendons and bones, Yang Qi condensed like a red sun on the outside, and Gang Qi converged like a rosy glow on the inside. This is the state of perfection." Shen Luo clenched his fists and muttered the contents of the Minor Yang Conversion Skill.
At this moment, all the changes in his body proved one thing. His Small Yang Transforming Skill had reached perfection!
"Perfection, perfection … Haha, it's actually perfection!" He couldn't help but jump up again, waving his arms and shouting.
However, as soon as he moved, he felt that all the meridians in his body started to hurt again.
This pain forced him to suppress the excitement in his heart. He lowered his head and began to think about how he could suddenly reach perfection from the beginner's state of Small Yang Transforming Skill overnight.
"Could it be because of the ghost's head?" Shen Luo subconsciously looked at the bite mark on his shoulder.
He had fainted after being bitten by the ghost's head. When he woke up, he became like this. This was the most likely reason he could think of.
However, he didn't have a clue as to why this happened.
However, no matter what, the perfection of the Small Yang Transforming Skill was a very good thing.
According to Master Feng Yang's deduction, this meant that he had a few more years to live.
As long as he was able to obtain the qualifications to cultivate the "Pure Yang Sword Technique" during this period of time, or learn something from the "Nameless Heavenly Book", it was very likely that he would be able to extend his lifespan once more, and even have the hope of truly stepping onto the path of cultivation!
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