The warm sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the windows, and the fine and shredded light spots dotted the tidy room.
In the room, the young man was naked, sitting cross-legged in the tub, with his hands crossed, a strange knot was placed in front of him, his eyes closed, his breathing was steady and strong.
In the tub, it was filled with blue water, and even when it shook slightly, it reflected a little bit of strange light, which was quite magical.
The young man’s chest was slightly faint, and his breathing felt a sense of rhythm. With the delay of the training time, the cyan water in the tub gradually emitted a faint air current, which was slightly blue, slowly rising, and finally followed The boy's breath got into the body.
The air flowed into the body, and the juvenile's immature little face seemed to suddenly emit a luster like warm jade.
As if perceiving the more and more fighting spirit in the body, the boy's little face was filled with a light smile of relief.
Tasting the sweetness, the boy didn't stop there, his eyes were still closed, and the fingerprints on his fingertips were motionless, calm and calm, maintaining the best state of cultivation, and continuing to greedily absorb the gentle energy in the cyan liquid.
The cyan water solution stained the young man’s skin, a trace of it followed the skin pores and slipped into the young man’s body, warming the bones and washing the veins...
Under the endless request of the young man, more and more air currents drifted out of the water basin, and in the end, it even concealed the naked body of the young man.
Cultivation, slowly passing through the painstaking practice of forgetting sleep and food, the sunlight from outside the window gradually weakened, and the hot temperature also slowly decreased.
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In the tub, the boy with closed eyes sucked the last ray of air into his body, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened.
Among the black pupils, Bai Mang flashed past as usual, but this time it was slightly blue.
Slowly exhaling a stale breath from his chest, the young man blinked his eyes with vigor, then stood up abruptly, letting the cold water drip from his body, stretched out lazily, and felt the body inside. After three years of filling the Qi of Fighting, I muttered a little fascinatedly: "According to this progress, I am afraid that in two months, it will be able to hit the fifth stage of Fighting Qi..."
Since the last time he prepared everything, Xiao Yan has been shrunk in his room for more than half a month. In half a month, apart from eating and drinking Lazard and other things, he has almost lived a life of pure cultivation.
However, although the days of cultivation were a bit boring, it was nothing more than a trivial matter to Xiao Yan, who had experienced three years of ridicule.
The ridicule he received in three years made him know clearly how important strength is on this continent...
However, although the days are hard, the results of the practice are full of joy.
The strength of the spiritual liquid refined by the old man Yao far exceeded Xiao Yan and even Yao himself. I originally thought that even with the power of the spiritual liquid, it would take Xiao Yan at least one month to reach the fourth stage. Unexpectedly, he cut the time in half abruptly...
In this regard, even Yao Lao couldn’t help being amazed at the efficiency of Xiao Yan’s cultivation. Although this has something to do with Xiao Yan’s journey, the speed is too fast, right?
You know, the foundation of fighting qi is particularly difficult to cultivate. There are not a few people who spend ten or even twenty years in the first ten stages of fighting qi...Of course, once you become a real fighter, your cultivation speed , Will be greatly accelerated. Before becoming a Fighter, one year may only increase the Qi of the Fight for a period, but after entering the Fighter, it may be able to soar a few stars within a year...
In comparison with the extremely inconsistent cultivation before and after, Xiao Yan's performance in the past half month was indeed a bit shocking.
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Climbing out of the tub without any scruples, Xiao Yan looked back at the cyan water liquid whose color had become a little lighter. This was because the energy contained in it was absorbed by him, he shook his head helplessly, and muttered in a low voice. Said: "Can this still support one and a half months of cultivation?"
After washing off the water stains on his body, Xiao Yan casually put on a neat dress, then climbed onto the soft bed and took out the dark iron piece from under the pillow.
The rust spots on the iron sheet have been carefully washed by Xiao Yan, and the whole is a bit bright, exuding a faint luster, and quite a bit mysterious.
After half a month, in addition to sullen head cultivation, Xiao Yan put all the rest of his mind on top of the low-level combat skills in this iron piece.
And in half a month, under Yao Lao’s guidance, Xiao Yan also gradually mastered some of the knack of sucking palms. However, due to the thinness of the fighting energy in his body, he had never seen any substantial effect. Yan is a little regretful.
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With both palms between the iron pieces in his hands, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly closed, his soul perceives, following his arms, he drove into the black iron pieces in a familiar way.
As Xiao Yan's breathing became steady, the room calmed down again.
There was another long period of silence. At a certain moment, Xiao Yan on the bed opened his eyes violently, his right palm curled slightly into the shape of a claw, and the thin fighting spirit in his body, following the control of consciousness, quickly Passing through a few specific veins and acupuncture points in the palm of the hand, the suction finally burst out.
"boom…"
A green vase on the table shook a few times where the palm of the hand pointed, and finally slammed to the ground. With a clear sound, it turned into fragments all over the floor.
"Hey, although the fighting skill is a mysterious stage, the fighting spirit is too weak, and it can't exert much power at all." Looking at the damage he caused, Xiao Yan curled his lips and whispered helplessly: "According to this effect, if you want to create a suction that can pull a person, I am afraid that it takes at least seven stages of fighting energy to do it."
"Forget it, go to the Family Fighting Skills Hall to see if there are any low-level fighting skills that are easy to use. This sucks the palms, and it is of no use in a short time. Now that you can cultivate fighting spirit, you can't be as stupid as before. Practice stupidly..." With a sigh, Xiao Yan climbed out of the bed, glanced at the unresponsive black ring in his hand, and walked out of the door, pushing the door.
After squinting his eyes slightly, Xiao Yan carefully closed the door back after he adjusted slightly to the hot sunlight, and walked leisurely along the gravel path towards the backyard.
There are emerald green willow trees planted on both sides of the gravel path, and the lush green is refreshing.
Turning a road, there was a burst of girl laughter, but it came from another path.
Disturbed by the quiet atmosphere, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his eyes moved along the voice, and looked at the group of young girls who came with a smile.
Surrounded by several beautiful girls, a girl with a somewhat charming appearance was pursing her lips and smiling. The charming amorous feelings on her small face made the few young girls beside her feel inferior.
This girl was Xiao Mei who was so popular in the test square that day.
He glanced lightly at this beautiful girl who used to call his cousin cousin by his side, a hint of sarcasm flashed across Xiao Yan's immature face, he shook his head gently, and withdrew his gaze without reluctance. .
At the end of the road, Xiao Mei’s seductive laugh suddenly weakened. She saw the young man not far to the left...
The setting sun shone from the sky, shining on the young man with his arm resting on the back of his head, and his small face, very charming.
A pair of fascinating eyes, staring at the young man who is getting closer and closer, looking at the shallow arc on his little face that can't tell whether it is a mockery or a smile, Xiao Mei's spirit, suddenly a little inexplicable trance...
Three years ago, the corner of the boy's mouth was often with this fascinating arc.