Even though it was suicidal for ordinary people to be exposed to the sun in the desert, it was just a little harsh for Chen Mo and the other martial artists. There were people who practiced the Iron Palm, not to mention this. Of course, the prerequisite was that they had to have enough supplies. Chen Mo, who had the Star Ring (formerly known as the Star Falling Ring, was called the Star Ring because it was unlucky), fulfilled this requirement. Therefore, he could cultivate as he pleased.
The moment his feet touched the sand, Chen Mo could feel the earthstring energy that was as vast as a tsunami. He felt like he was standing on a pile of explosives, and he jumped up a meter in shock.
Chen Mo found out that the power was quite stable despite its immense power. He could not activate it, so it was not dangerous.
Fortunately, Chen Mo was glad that he did not know how to use it. Otherwise, he would have been torn into pieces by the powerful energy of the earth vein the moment he touched it.
Chen Mo felt relieved when he realized that he could not use the massive energy. He lifted the halberd and followed the four of them to the west.
Alright, Chen Mo did not care about the direction of the sun at all. He simply walked toward the direction of the setting sun and treated it as the west.
Step by step, the soles of his feet stepped on the yellow sand. He had slowly gotten used to the scorching temperature. A stronger body did not mean that his endurance would also become stronger. His endurance would also slowly strengthen.
Chen Mo's tolerance was ten streets lower than that of a martial artist of the same level. Chen Mo hoped to use the harsh environment of the desert to train himself.
Chen Mo did not see a single soul throughout the day. Due to the existence of the Star Ring, Chen Mo spent the night half-naked meditating after replenishing his energy.'I'll tell you that I forgot to prepare a tent.'
Chen Mo walked alone in the desert where he could not see any natives, oases, or merchants. He did not pick up his pace. He held the halberd with both hands and swung it without a hint of relaxation. He was sweating profusely.
Eight days. Chen Mo walked alone in the desert for eight whole days. He could go back anytime he wanted and there was no danger, but humans were social animals. The loneliness of being alone almost drove him crazy. Luckily, he had a purpose. Otherwise, he would not have lasted that long.
After being exposed to the sun for so long, Chen Mo's exposed skin had turned a bronze color. As his physical fitness was much better than that of an ordinary person, he did not suffer from sunburn or skin peeling. It was just that there were problems with his mind.
But now, there was no longer such worry. He finally saw a figure. From afar, it looked like a group of people riding horses and forming a caravan. Wait, shouldn't camels be rode in the desert? Forget it, transmigrators like us shouldn't use our common sense to comment on the other world. Now, we just need to try to integrate into this world.
Chen Mo was not worried about the language problem, though he looked a little too bold in his boxers.
After Chen Mo transmigrated, he somehow managed to steal the memories of the first person he met from the Otherworld. Since he had only stolen the memories of ordinary villagers, it was not difficult for him to communicate with them. The rest of the information was useless. Chen Mo did not even bother looking at it.
An ordinary farmer had no right to care about the affairs of the martial world. Chen Mo spent almost six hours gathering useful information before he was targeted by the hooligans. He felt like crying if he talked about it any longer!
When the figure approached, Chen Mo appeared from behind the sand dune. He was attracted by the muscular figure.
Immediately after, a torrent of information surged into his mind. The information this time was far more useful than the last time. The amount of information had also increased greatly. He could not help but stop in his tracks and rub his swollen temples. Fortunately, he did not feel like his mind was exploding.
Alex Louis Armstrong, a wealthy alchemist, a muscle-brained fool whose entire life experience had been stolen, including his family's alchemy.
Chen Mo had a rough understanding of this world after comparing it with his memories.
I've broken through the dimensional wall and entered the world of the Metal Alchemists. Alright, it was the same last time. The Thunderbolt Puppet Show is called puppet animation!
Based on the muscular man's memory, the recognition between anime characters and real people was still very high. When compared with the image in his memory, he found that there was at least a 70% similarity. Alright, there were no female pig feet in this world that could bring disaster to the country and the people. He didn't know how much a girl from the 2D world would change in the 3D world.
Chen Mo could not help but complain about the world he was in when he realized that the technology tree was seriously crooked. The world had advanced technology like robotic arms and neural connections, but it was still the era of radio. The train was still steam, and gray machines had yet to appear. It was as funny as the world of the Starship Fleet.
The plot had already developed to the point where Alex, the muscular man, was entrusted by Colonel Royalston to accompany Little Bean to the ruins of Kessel Xerxes. Mastheus, that miserable fellow, had already died in the hands of the cyborgs. The plot of the Flask Minion had also begun to show its malevolence. It seemed that I had to find a way to blend into Little Bean's team.
Although he had obtained the memories of the muscular Alex and had their family's alchemy knowledge, which saved him the time to re-learn, he still needed some time to practice if he wanted to use it like he did.
The only thing that was attractive to him in this world was the method to cultivate the Philosopher's Stone. However, he had to obtain it himself.
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