Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 210: You can’t kill all the thieves in your heart!
After returning to the mansion, Fang Can was immediately surrounded by concerned women.

"Acan, have you made a breakthrough? Is there any danger?" Ye Qingshi stepped forward and grabbed Fang Can's arm, looking at him carefully.

"It was a bit dangerous, the car almost flipped over." Fang Can was scared.

Looking back on it, it was fortunate that Liu Qingmeng was not seduced by him.

Otherwise, with the physical fitness of the fourth level, once he got on top, he could easily break his pelvis.

After waiting for two hours, Fang Can was not sure whether he could survive.

The most tragic thing is probably that Fang Can’s strength can’t even break through that layer of barrier.

Of course, he thought so, but since Liu Qingmeng's memory had already been deleted once, Fang Can decided to keep this matter deep in his heart and not tell anyone else.

"Of course there is no problem. What's the risk in breaking through the first level?" Fang Can waved his hand confidently and said, "But next I would like to ask you to help me experiment with another ability."

"Experimental ability?" The girls were curious about how a group of warriors who couldn't even reach the first level could help.

"Yes, experimental capability." Fang Can said without hesitation as he spread the force field throughout an area of three meters, then activated the shiver mode.

"Check if there are any accessible devices within the signal range, whether to connect the signal."

Then, the wrapped women only heard a series of sounds ringing in their ears.

"Accept this invitation and choose the low-end one." Fang Can said, and then he also noticed the difference.

For those who have not reached the first level, he seems to be able to force the signal to connect them without their consent.

The women chose to accept this idea in their hearts and chose the low gear, and then they felt a distinct feeling.

Those were two hands moving around, like a massage.

Fang Can's arm also sent out corresponding signals at the same frequency.

And because the electronic signal covers hundreds of devices at once, these feelings are superimposed.

No...it's not superposition!
Fang Can can clearly feel the difference in performance of each of these hundreds of devices.

The texture, feel, hardness of the device, the graininess of the volume button, the sharpness of the edge of the charging port...

"This feels like Ye Qingshi's volume button, and this feels like Li Qingyun's charging port..."

In just a moment, Fang Can's fingertips received the superposition of hundreds of different signals at the same time.

In front of him, the equipment was already scattered all over the place, and it looked extremely messy and needed to be cleaned up.

"So that's how it is. The feeling of low gear is to receive the signal with your hand, and super high gear is a three-way valve!"

Looking at the people lying on the ground in front of her, Ye Qingshi scolded: "A-chan, where did you learn this ability from?"

"Sir, I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to drive in mid-gear."

"Sir, please allow me to drive a high-end car?"

……

In just a moment, Fang Can felt that the mid-range was a cotter pin and the high-range was a one-way valve.

For a moment, Fang Can felt the continuous transmission of electronic signals, and something was wrong with him.

The feeling is very divisive.

I was standing there doing nothing, but I could feel that I had done everything.

Even the folds in the basin could be clearly felt, and Fang Can could even feel the accelerated heartbeats of these people.

But before he could continue to feel it, Ye Qingshi grabbed him.

... "Great, my talent has improved again." In the room, Jiang Ning'an, who was originally preparing to look for Fang Can, stopped and hurried back to the practice room.

Just now, her talent inexplicably increased by more than ten times again.

I should live up to my master's expectations and take advantage of this time to practice well. It won't be too late to find Fang Can after the time limit is over.

At the same time, in Jiejian Mountain, Liu Qingmeng, who had hurriedly returned, was determined to suppress the delusions that kept rising in his body.

Compared to drugs like ice, the effects of the delusions caused by Fang Can are more difficult to eradicate.

After all, eating Fang Can can really be a great tonic, and your body is telling you the road to success.

Which cultivator doesn't hope to break through the limitations? Fang Can's avenue is there, and if he uses pure reason, he should strike hard.

So at this moment, sitting cross-legged on the cushion, Liu Qingmeng's Taoist robe was a little messy, just like his mood.

Her reason told her that if she wanted to succeed, she should find Fang Can.

But her morals absolutely would not allow such words.

"Then just eat it secretly, knock him out, and then erase his memory!"

A voice surged in Liu Qingmeng's heart. Before it died down, another voice sounded:
"I am a level 4 expert. What's wrong with forcing Fang Can? He can't resist!"

"The baby should be locked in the basement. Don't worry about Ning An. Good things should be enjoyed by the strong."

"That's right, don't think you can cover up the feeling of the AT force field just now with the Cleansing Technique. You can fool others, but don't fool yourself."

With a snap, Liu Qingmeng immediately stripped away the trace of delusion in his mind.

As the false thoughts were stripped away, he transformed out of thin air into an incarnation with the same image as Liu Qingmeng.

The moment it was separated, the incarnation said viciously: "You bastard, I'm honest, you..."

Without giving the incarnation a chance to finish his words, Liu Qingmeng used his hand as a sword and directly killed the incarnation of delusion in front of him.

Feeling the delusions madly emerging in his mind, Liu Qingmeng expelled them all from his mind without hesitation.

As lightning flashed, more than a dozen incarnations appeared in front of him, each of which could suppress the conventional three-turn-one.

"How dare you, such evil heretics, disturb my mind!"

Liu Qingmeng snorted coldly, his blue hair flying, showing no mercy at all. With a wave of his hand, he directly killed all the incarnations of delusion in front of him.

Feeling the clarity of her mind, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, but then another thought came to her mind:
'But then again, don't I really want to have a taste of Fang Chan? Why can everyone else do it but not me?'

“You can never kill all the thieves in your heart.”

Feeling all kinds of thoughts madly rushing through my mind, it seemed like I could never stop cutting them off or killing them.

With a light sigh, Liu Qingmeng raised his hand and crushed another incarnation of delusion, thus eliminating a wisp of delusion.

Just sitting cross-legged on the cushion, Liu Qingmeng would cut and kill every false thought that arose from the bottom of his heart.

He killed thousands of dreamers from noon to dusk, and finally Liu Qingmeng's mind was temporarily at peace.

"What a horrible physique. After only a dozen breaths of contact, I was almost degraded."

A trace of fear flashed across Liu Qingmeng's eyes.

If we don't stop it in time, and it continues a little longer, it will really be too late.

He was afraid that even his own fourth-level foundation would be reversed and bear Fang Can's mark.

"I need to stabilize my mind for a few days. I must not see that little thief again during these days, otherwise I am afraid that I will have a demon in my heart again." Liu Qing dreamed and closed his eyes secretly.

(End of this chapter)