"Yes, Master, don't worry, I have the fruits of my skills to guarantee you a complete victory!"
Amiao puffed up her small chest.
On the night of the eleventh day, Amiao absorbed 90 drops of Silver Moon Spring from the Silver Moon Spring.
Jun Mohuang followed the procedure and first gave A Miao a drop of her blood essence.
In the Huangyu space, the ninth floor of the nine-story tower.
Since Amiao grew up, Jun Mohuang moved all the second-level Mulian trees planted on the same layer to the eighth layer, leaving one layer of space for it.
"Master, if I want to bear the fruit of your technique, I need to retreat for a day."
After Amiao absorbed her essence and blood in her grown-up form, the largest leaf on the tree immediately turned blood red.
After Amiao finished speaking, the green leaves on the branches immediately closed close to the trunk, leaving only the largest blood-colored leaf, still maintaining its original state.
Jun Mohuang saw it quickly enter a state of seclusion and did not disturb it anymore. He immediately left the phoenix and the space and returned to the training room to continue practicing.
There are only three and a half days left before her competition with Su Zhiyun.
Amiao needed one day to build the Kung Fu tree, and the remaining two and a half days she had to use to understand the Kung Fu and help Feng Yunqi and the others.
Therefore, the time left for Jun Mohuang to practice was actually only one day.
On this day, she must go all out to break through to the late third level of the Spirit Casting Realm and the early fourth level.
Not long after Jun Mohuang entered a deep state of cultivation, thousands of strands of spiritual energy gathered together again to form a white silk cocoon to wrap her up.
Time passed by, and one day later, Jun Mohuang woke up from a deep state.
But what makes her rather regretful is that she is still stuck in the late third level of the Casting Spirit Realm and has not successfully advanced.
The so-called house leak coincided with the continuous rain. At this moment, a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy came from the practice room belonging to Su Zhiyun in the blessed land of practice.
Jun Mohuang immediately took out the Black Black Iron Bracelet and checked the combat power list. Su Zhiyun's strength had advanced to the early stage of the fifth level of the Spirit Casting Realm!
"What a speed!"
In the later stages of spiritual cultivation, it becomes more difficult to advance, and each time you advance to a higher level, it takes longer.
Even Jun Mohuang couldn't help but sigh when he saw Su Zhiyun's speed.
Sure enough, Yuan Kun and Ying Chen were right before. Su Zhiyun's Xuan-level Ziman technique was not a vegetarian. The speed of this practice was really staggering.
On the other hand, she herself was only at the late third level of the Spirit Casting Realm, and there were still two and a half days before the competition between the two of them, so Jun Mohuang felt a lot of pressure.
At this moment, Huang and Amiao in the space woke up from the state of seclusion and immediately transmitted messages to her consciousness.
"Master, my technique has finally come to fruition!"
Jun Mohuang's eyes flashed slightly, and the only plan now was to place all his hopes on her skills.
She entered the Huangyu space and came to Amiao's tree.
The leaves on Amiao's branches that were originally clinging to the trunk returned to normal. The blood-red leaves disappeared, replaced by a red fruit the size of a fist.
It seems that this fruit was transformed from that leaf.
Jun Mohuang followed Amiao's instructions, picked off the red fruit, and ate it like an ordinary fruit.
The taste of gongfa fruit is sweet and sour, similar to the taste of apples.
As each mouthful of fruit pulp entered her throat, a stream of strange energy rose up from her body and merged into the sea of qi along her meridians.
This energy floated on the three-story spiritual platform of Qihai, intertwining and intertwining, gradually forming the shape of a book.
(End of chapter)