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Chapter 137 Arriving in Kyoto

"Things that increase internal strength, within 1,000 Luck Points!"

As the thought came to his mind, Wang Pingan also began to look for his own store page.

Soon, Wang Ping'an had selected an item.

"Small Rejuvenating Pill, one hundred Qi points. Taking one pill can restore one hundred years of internal strength!"

As a small pill entered his mouth, Wang Ping'an finally felt what internal force was. Since he already had some skills, when the internal force entered his body, Wang Ping'an's whole body came alive in an instant.

The next moment, Wang Ping'an could no longer bear it and closed his eyes, concentrating his mind and began to practice according to the methods of the Taixuan Sutra.

This practice lasted a whole night, until the sun rose the next day. As the first ray of morning light entered his body, Wang Pingan slowly exhaled.

When he opened his eyes, Wang Ping'an suddenly smelled a foul odor.

At this time, a layer of black mud appeared on Wang Ping'an's body. Wang Ping'an knew that this black mud was the impurities in his body. It was not until this time that Wang Ping'an truly possessed the Taixuan Sutra.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping'an got up and rushed into the bathroom to start washing up.

It was not until everything was washed that Wang Ping'an noticed that his body and skin had actually improved a lot.

Wang Ping'an now has skin as delicate as a baby's, and all the wounds and scars on his body have completely disappeared. Since Wang Ping'an is not ugly, with this blessing, he even becomes more handsome.

"Brother Ping'an, are you okay?"

Just as Wang Ping'an was looking in the mirror, Lu Su suddenly appeared with dark circles under her eyes.

When Wang Ping'an saw Lu Su, he remembered what happened last night and couldn't help but speak with concern.

"I'm fine, sorry for making you worry!"

"Brother Ping An, you scared me!"

As Lu Su said this, she threw herself into Wang Ping'an's arms and began to sob softly.

Wang Ping'an could only comfort Lu Su.

Aning, on the other hand, was also sitting on the sofa at this time, looking tired.

It turned out that neither of them slept yesterday and almost watched over Wang Ping'an the entire night.

After that, Wang Ping'an also took the initiative to take on the responsibility of making breakfast. After the three of them had breakfast, Wang Ping'an gave some instructions for a long time before saying goodbye to the two girls and coming to Wang Meng's house.

Wang Meng had not gotten up yet, and Liu Kexin seemed to have temporarily left Wang Meng's home because the matter of Sakura Country was over, and was not here now.

'Why so early?'

Wang Meng, wearing pajamas and looking sleepy, let Wang Pingan into the house.

"Meng Jie, aren't we going to Kyoto today?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng's plan to go back for a nap was instantly shattered.

"Okay, I'll wash up and change my clothes, wait for me!"

As he spoke, Wang Meng had already gone to the bathroom.

Wang Ping'an had nothing to do, so he sat on the sofa and began to think about his body.

A small Huandan can obtain the internal force that an ordinary person has cultivated for a hundred years, but this kind of internal force is simply a drop in the bucket for Wang Ping'an who possesses the Taixuan Sutra. Now Wang Ping'an's dantian is like a pond, and the internal force of a hundred years only occupies one third of it.

But this one-third of internal strength became a seed in Wang Ping'an's body. This seed continued to take root and sprout. As the Taixuan Sutra operated on its own, his internal strength continued to increase.

However, this method of improvement is very slow. Wang Ping'an roughly calculated that it would take at least a year for him to completely recover to the peak of the Taixuan Sutra. Even if he practiced at the same level as last night, it would still take half a year.

'How about three more?'

Wang Ping'an looked at his few remaining luck points and felt a little distressed. In the end, he sighed and did not buy anything.

After all, Wang Ping'an today, with the enhancement of the Taixuan Sutra, his own strength has once again made great strides. If the combat power of Wang Ping'an in the past was 100, then the combat power of Wang Ping'an now is as high as 1,000. This is because his internal strength is not full.

Even if he faces Yamamoto Sho now, Wang Pingan is confident that he can fight against him.

. .

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"

Just as I was thinking about it, Wang Meng had already packed up and walked out of the bedroom.

Wang Pingan was also amazed by Wang Meng's appearance today.

Wang Meng's long hair, originally draped over her shoulders, was now casually tied into a ponytail, gently swaying with her steps, making her look particularly neat. She wore a beige jacket and tight leather pants, and black Martin boots added a touch of coolness to her. The tight leather pants perfectly outlined her figure, showing off her perfect figure.

"Nothing, Mengjie, are you ready?"

"Nonsense, let's go to the airport. The Eight-Faced Buddha is already waiting there!"

As he spoke, Wang Meng suddenly looked at Wang Ping'an, frowned and asked.

"Hiss, you look a little different today?"

Wang Ping'an was stunned by what Wang Meng said, but still asked curiously.

'What's wrong? ’

"Why do you look taller? Your skin is so good too. What skincare products do you use?"

As he spoke, Wang Meng moved closer to Wang Ping'an and took a closer look, and the distance between them was almost touching.

Wang Ping'an's height was originally 1.8 meters, and now it has reached 1.83 meters, while Wang Meng is only about 1.6 meters tall. She is not wearing high heels today, so the height difference between the two is unusually close at this time.

Smelling the body fragrance of Wang Meng, Wang Ping'an couldn't help but blush, and the next moment, he took two steps back.

"Mengjie, I'm useless!"

Wang Meng couldn't help but curl her lips when she saw Wang Ping'an's shy look.

"Tsk, you're still shy, alright, let's go!"

. .

Kyoto Airport.

Three figures filed out of the airport. They were none other than Wang Ping'an, Wang Meng and Eight-Faced Buddha who had just arrived in Kyoto.

Although these three people are traveling together, their outfits are very different.

The Eight-Faced Buddha is dressed in a suit and tie, and his big belly seems to be a badge of success, and he looks like a small boss; while Wang Meng is like an agile cheetah, wearing tight leather pants, showing the charm of a cool and beautiful woman.

As for Wang Pingan, he was wearing casual sportswear and sneakers, looking like a fresh-faced college student, radiating youthful energy. The three of them walking through the airport certainly attracted quite a few heads.

"Boss, didn't we notify them? Why hasn't anyone come to pick us up?"

Walking out of the airport, the Eight-Faced Buddha looked at the situation in front of him and said with a faint smile.

At this time, Wang Meng took out his mobile phone and checked it.

"If you don't come, it means you have a grudge. We are here to investigate the traitor, not to travel. Eight-Faced Buddha, it's time for you to contribute. Investigate the addresses and situations of the people on the list. Everything!"