Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 44: I am a Breeder in the Martial Temple (Don’t forget to read)

"It's delicious... er, I mean... it's spectacular."

Lu Ming pushed the trailer and returned to the front of the meat mountain. He looked up at this life with such a huge body and was still shocked.

The largest creature on Earth in his previous life, the blue whale, was only twenty or thirty meters long.

"You go and rest, it's my turn now."

Lu Ming shouted to a disciple who was feeding the food. The man nodded and jumped down from the platform.

I have to say that Wu Miao is willing to spend a lot of money to feed the meat mountain.

The best rice was mixed with soybeans, which probably contained a lot of medicinal herbs. After Lu Ming poured out the feed in the bag, he could smell the scent of medicinal herbs.

For some unknown reason, Lu Ming grabbed a handful of feed and stuffed it into his mouth.

He chewed it for a few times. The energy contained in this feed was much higher than that in ordinary meals, but it was completely incomparable to monster meat. The intake efficiency was too low.

"Come on, open your mouth!"

Lu Ming picked up the shovel and scooped it full. The monster meat mountain seemed to have instinctively opened its mouth when it saw the shovel raised.

With a slight flip of the shovel, the feed fell accurately into the mouth of the meat mountain.

The meat mountain chewed a few times with a grunt, and the fat on its body trembled slightly, looking like it was eating with relish.

Lu Ming couldn't help but feel a little envious. If only he could replace the meat mountain and put himself here, someone would feed him all the time every day so that he could store up enough energy.

Of course, if anyone wants to cut his own flesh, that is absolutely not allowed.

While he was daydreaming, the meat mountain had already swallowed the food and its mouth quickly opened.

“It’s a really peaceful job.”

Lu Ming scooped another shovelful of meat and put it into the meat mountain's mouth.

Song Xinyuan, who was standing far away, saw this scene and nodded slightly. Although this boy was not that talented, had a bad temper, and was often out of touch with reality, he was still very down-to-earth in doing things.

After seeing that Lu Ming did not cause any more trouble, Song Xinyuan left.

After all, the [Beast Breeding Department] raises a lot of monsters, and the smell here is really not very pleasant.

"Eh, gone?"

The hairs all over Lu Ming's body trembled slightly. After swallowing the special demon core with wind attribute last time, his sensitivity to the outside world increased a lot.

He just felt that someone was staring at him from a distance.

"Open your mouth again."

Lu Ming quickly finished feeding the remaining feed. He flipped over and jumped to the ground lightly and silently.

The hairs all over his body trembled slightly, and his ears stood up sharply. He was aware of every move within a radius of dozens of feet. He used the massive body of the Flesh Mountain as a shield, preventing the disciples in the distance from seeing his movements.

"bass!"

He swung his hand and sharp nails grew out, each one as sharp as a dagger.

"Brother Roushan, I've been feeding you for so long, it's time for you to feed me."

Lu Ming smiled brightly at the meat mountain, but the meat mountain obviously didn't know what was going on. It still opened its mouth wide, waiting for the breeder to bring the feed to its mouth.

"puff."

The flesh of the meat mountain was surprisingly tender, like jelly. Lu Ming just poked it lightly with his finger and it pierced into it.

But he did not rush to dig out the flesh and blood, and then pulled out the nail again.

The mountain of flesh recovered faster than he had imagined. As soon as he pulled out his nail, the flesh had already healed.

Lu Ming nodded, and now I feel relieved.

His five fingers were like knives, easily slicing through the flesh mountain's body. With a slight force, a piece of flesh weighing about ten pounds fell off. This piece of meat looked very greasy, and it looked exactly like a big piece of fat.

But Lu Ming didn't care about that. He just held it in his arms and swallowed it whole.

The digestive system works frantically, converting it into abundant energy and storing it in the blink of an eye.

The wounds on his body healed in the blink of an eye, leaving no visible traces. After all, for such a massive mountain of flesh, this little bit of blood and flesh was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

Seeing that there was no one around, Lu Ming quietly dug another piece.

"Hululu."

When he ate the fifth piece, the meat mountain's body began to tremble and a rough roar came from its mouth.

The feeding interval of the meat mountain cannot exceed one cup of tea, otherwise the meat mountain will become depressed.

This is the other party expressing protest.

"Well, since you've fed me several times, I'll feed you now."

Lu Ming smiled a little embarrassedly. He was so busy plucking the wool that he almost forgot to feed the sheep.

……

"call."

In a courtyard somewhere in the Jin family's mansion, a young man with his upper body naked took a deep breath.

The air from the outside world poured back into his body, and in an instant, his chest began to swell up, as exaggerated as a balloon. His chest swelled even more, making people wonder if it would explode at any moment.

"Humph."

Lu Ming knelt down on his knees and let out a soft cry, like a thunderclap that resounded through the courtyard. His anger then spread outward, even causing the leaves in the courtyard to sway.

The air he had just inhaled was now exhaled by him, and his chest went from being as bulging as a ball to being shriveled, as if even his skin and flesh were tightly attached to his bones. He wanted to squeeze out all the breath in his body.

He was quietly visualizing in his mind, as if a breath was rising in his dantian.

What he was practicing at this moment was the [Condensed Gang Jin] that Song Xinyuan asked him to learn when he first entered the Wujing Hall.

For a true martial arts genius, one hour is enough to learn this skill. After all, this is only the entry-level level in the Wujingtang.

But this was a bit difficult for Lu Ming.

At that time, he had just begun to understand some of the tricks, and it was not until today, half a month after he entered the Wujingtang, that he truly got into it.

"boom."

Deep in his mind, he seemed to sense a qi rising from his dantian, as if the universe was exploding, a leap from nothing to something.

In the blink of an eye, the energy rose up like a storm and quickly swept across the whole body.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Although he was still holding his breath, his originally deflated chest strangely began to fill up with gas again.

The gas slowly stretched his body back to normal.

"I've finally mastered it. The core of [Condensing Gangjin] is to cultivate a breath internally. Although it's just empty energy, it can assist in the flow of energy. It's not only a top-notch method for laying a solid foundation, but it can also support the subsequent practice of cleansing the internal organs and concentrating the true energy..."

"But I think there's one thing that's different from what's said in the book. The textbook says that [Condensed Gang Jin] cultivates the energy of nothingness and visualization, but why..."

Lu Ming's muscles suddenly contracted and he punched forward.

On the surface of his fist, there was a layer of invisible and fierce energy. Although it was only lightly covered on the surface of the skin,...

It’s true!

(End of this chapter)