"Whew, whew!"

Above the wilderness. A young man in a green shirt was half-kneeling on the ground, his mouth was constantly wheezing, and a drop of sweat the size of a soybean kept rolling from his cheeks.

His robe was torn, and his left arm was obviously three or four times the size of his right, and from his arm, pieces of dragon scales covered the entire arm, one by one, as if he was breathing.

He trembled, his brow furrowed, as if he was enduring something, his face twitched, as if he was smiling, he looked very strange, but there was not the slightest hint of pain.

After using the unicorn arm again, for some reason, there were some abnormalities in the body.

And these anomalies come from the bones in the body.

Feng Hao's bones are already in the Black Tower, tempered to the peak of martial arts with the power of thunder and lightning, and there is no doubt about the strength.

And Feng Hao's realm is also at the peak of the Great Martial Master, and he has not been able to take half a step.

One step further, it is the martial spirit.

No one can say what is in the realm, if Wu Yuan is full and his physique has reached the demand, then what is needed is just an opportunity.

In order to find this opportunity, Feng Hao also spent a lot of energy, but he never had a clue, but just now, after a battle with Eagle Hook Nose Ba**, the bones on his left arm were a little strange.

Itchy!

It's itchy, from the bone, like 10,000 ants crawling on it.

Just crawling, without the slightest pain, but, itchy!

This thing doesn't seem to hurt, it hurts, and it can be tolerated, but it's itchy, but no one knows how to endure it.

The corners of Feng Hao's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face kept changing.

Itching, itching into the soul, boundless, will not stop, moreover, this itch seems to be contagious, originally the first section of the bone has this abnormality, but now, it has spread to the second section, and then, one to two, two to four, wireless spread, it is only half an hour, the whole left arm, is all dyed.

"How so? Is it a side effect of the unicorn arm?"

The look on Feng Hao's face was very strange, and his heart twitched, and he couldn't help but think.

He remembered that the last time he used the unicorn arm, there was no such abnormality, and it seemed that this itching would not stop, and it spread endlessly.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he was slightly stunned, the expression on his face also froze, and he muttered in a low voice, "Is it about to break through?"

From the first bone, the itching slowly retreated, and a warmth replaced the itching.

That's a martial artist!

That's right, it's Wu Yuan!

Moreover, the purity of this martial yuan is even higher than that of the martial yuan within the martial yuan vortex.

It seems that it is already the existence of another realm!

After probing, Feng Hao's heart swelled with an ecstasy that he couldn't be depressed.

The opportunity to break through the martial spirit was found within the Qilin arm!

"Ha Lu Ha!"

"Ah!!h

His laughter was indistinguishable whether it was pain or joy, and it was very strange, like a ghostly howl.

The itch spreads, the warmth rises, and Feng Hao is in pain and happy.

Slowly, it was originally just a trace of heat flow, but it gradually grew, converging into a small stream, and then expanding into a river, and finally changed to a long river, flowing into the big ocean of Wuyuan Whirlpool.

The itchiness is gone, Feng Hao's whole person is like soaking in a hot spring, he is lying on his back on the ground, his delicate face is full of comfort.

"Buzz!"

As the Wu Yuan whirlpool erupted with a long groan, the entire whirlpool underwent earth-shaking changes, and at the same time, it also announced that Feng Hao had stepped into the realm of martial spirits!

The improvement of the realm, so that Feng Hao's whole body is sublimated again.

When the craze subsided, Feng Hao jumped up.

"That's it?"

Feng Hao had an unrealistic illusion, but Wu Yuan, who was flowing in the Wu Yuan Vortex, told him that he was no longer a great martial artist, but a genuine martial spirit.

"Is it finally a martial spirit?"

He clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and felt the flow of Wu Yuan in his body, and the corners of his mouth showed a smug arc.

"Ha Lu Ha!"

The depression of most of the past six months, in a burst of laughter, was finally swept away, and a sense of happiness came to mind.

Glancing at the eight corpses around him, Feng Hao frowned slightly, scraped it, and came up with more than a dozen pieces of Wu Jing, blasted out a big pit at random, and after burying a few people, he walked away

In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, a howl of beasts came from all around, adding to the desolation and horror of the wilderness.

A bunch of bonfires, on which a piece of about a dozen catties of terrain dragon meat is strung on it, and under the baking of the bonfire, it slowly exudes a tempting aroma of meat.

On the side, a young man in a green shirt kept smearing various spices on the barbecue, making the barbecue even more fragrant and fragrant.

"Babble!

Opposite the young man, sat a ball of white hair, round, a small round head popped up, big eyes were watery, boundless clear, staring straight at the barbecue, the small mouth was open, the pink little tongue was constantly curling the lips, babbling out of the mouth, as if urging.

"What's the hurry?"

Feng Hao scolded angrily.

Since this girl has eaten a barbecue, she seems to be obsessed, every time Feng Hao barbecues, it will run out to beg for food, and, don't look at its small body, when it eats, it is not ambiguous, the amount of food is much larger than Feng Hao's.

More than a dozen catties of barbecue, in the blink of an eye, it entered the belly of a man and a beast, and the two guys were very satisfied and lay on the ground, looking comfortable.

After the heat energy slowly settled, Feng Hao opened his eyes and sat up.

"Whew!"

He exhaled a long breath of turbid gas in his body, "The martial spirit realm can condense the wings of Wu Yuan and fly in the sky." ”

Gravitational pull off the ground is the dream of every human being, and at the same time, flying in the sky is also the dividing line between the strong and the weak.

Thinking about the pleasure of flying, Feng Hao's breathing became a little short.

"Try it!"

He stood up, then closed his eyes, and according to the method he had asked the old man before, he went to find the two special meridians on his back, and after a while, Feng Hao found the existence of those two meridians.

Then, he tentatively mobilized Wu Yuan and approached these two meridians.

"Whew!"

Two white Wu Yuan wings erupted from his back, very thin, but real.

"It's that simple?"

Originally, I thought it was very complicated, but now it was beyond Feng Hao's expectations, and it was directly a matter of course, but Wu Yuan's consumption was too great, and the two thin wings, as if Feng Hao had been using the Thunder Slash, Wu Yuan was losing rapidly like flowing water.