After arriving at the family, Qin Ming separated from his sister. He secretly hid in the training room and focused on his cultivation.
The Qin Family was currently holding a banquet. All the big and small families in Liu City were present. It was bustling with noise and excitement.
Qin Ming wasn't interested in this kind of lively atmosphere. He only wanted to improve his strength, so he didn't have the time to play along with the big and small families in Liu City.
Currently, Qin Ming's cultivation speed could be said to have increased by leaps and bounds. He felt that he was improving every day. This kind of joy of improvement was much more interesting than the banquet outside.
There were some elders in Qin Family. These elders usually wouldn't do anything big. They were very good at this kind of occasion. Qin Ming didn't need to worry about giving it to them.
Besides, in Qin Ming's heart, all the big and small families in Liu City were nothing.
If it wasn't for the fact that Qin Family needed their help to control the entire Liu City, Qin Ming wouldn't have bothered with them.
"It's the seventh time!"
After finishing his cultivation, Qin Ming stood up. When he felt his own improvement, a joyful expression emerged on his face.
"It's time to cultivate martial skills."
Qin Ming had been working hard for his family during this period of time. He didn't have the time to stop cultivating the Spirit Skills. Now, the matter of Liu City had come to an end.
He just had to wait for the ownership of the mine to be decided. At that time, the Liu City would truly calm down.
Currently, there was nothing that the Qin Family needed Qin Ming's help with. That was why he decided to start cultivating the Spirit Skills.
"My body is much stronger than an ordinary Martial Cultivator because I am cultivating the Mixed Yuan Exercise. In this life, I will cultivate the Spirit Skills in my hand.
What Spirit Skills should I choose? "
One by one, the books of Celestial Spirit Skills flashed in Qin Ming's mind. Finally, Qin Ming thought of a Spirit Skills that was very suitable for him.
"Dragon-extinction, Celestial High Grade Spirit Skills. It is a complete set of Spirit Skills. It contains leg techniques, fist techniques, and palm techniques.
The stronger your body is, the greater the power of the Dragon-extinction. "
The reason why Qin Ming chose the Dragon-extinction in his mind was because he had it all.
He had a whole system of usage that allowed Qin Ming to use it more efficiently.
Ordinary Spirit Skills could only be used in specific martial arts, but this Heavenly Level Dragon-extinction was different.
He mainly taught how to use his own body to defeat his enemies. Rather than calling it a Spirit Skills, it was more like he was teaching Qin Ming how to develop his body.
In the end, this Spirit Skills could allow the Martial Cultivator to cultivate into a human-shaped fierce dragon.
Although the name of the Dragon-extinction was rough, the content inside was quite profound. It was not something that an ordinary Martial Cultivator could cultivate.
If the strength of the Martial Cultivator that cultivated the Dragon-extinction was not enough, not only would it not be able to bring out the full potential of the Dragon-extinction, but it would also cause internal injuries to his body.
It could be said that this Dragon-extinction was not as useful as an Earth Grade Spirit Skills to ordinary Martial Cultivator.
Recalling the contents of the " Dragon-extinction ", qin Ming made a strange pose.
His hands were facing the sky, and his legs were crossed. He slowly squatted down and started to circulate the Spiritual Energy according to the skill. Qin Ming's muscles seemed to have become bigger and bigger, as if he was breathing.
Then, they slowly shrunk, became bigger, and then shrunk again and again. It repeated over and over again. After nine times, Qin Ming changed his movements again, and his muscles repeated the changes just now.
Drops of sweat dripped down from Qin Ming's forehead, drenching Qin Ming's training clothes and making the ground wet.
"Phew..." Qin Ming himself collapsed onto the hassock, panting heavily. It was too hard on him.