Zhou Yuanyuan smiled sweetly at Wen Ziqing, and waved his hand to signal Wen Ziqing to leave quickly. Zhao Yunxiang and the others didn't notice Zhou Yuanyuan on the tree, nor did they notice these two small movements, and they had already walked out of the way.

Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what was wrong with him, as long as he thought of Wen Ziqing and the others leaving this morning last night, his heart was depressed. Zhou Yuanyuan tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, and then he simply stopped sleeping, and practiced cross-legged for most of the night. Early this morning, Zhou Yuanyuan heard Zhao Yunxiang and their movements getting up, and quickly sneaked out of the house and came to the entrance of the village one step earlier.

There is a big camphor tree at the entrance of the village, which is about 100 years old and grows luxuriantly. Zhou Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment and then flew up the tree, waiting for Wen Ziqing and them to pass by. When she was in Zhoujia Village, Zhou Yuanyuan also complained that Wen Ziqing often ran to the tree to pretend to be a big bird, and now she is considered to be black who is close to ink?

After Wen Ziqing and his party walked away, Zhou Yuanyuan jumped down from the tree. Seeing that it was still early, Zhou Yuanyuan decided to go to Daqingshan, first, to relax, and second, to come back by hunting two pheasants.

The aura on the Daqing Mountains is much richer than outside, and the more you go to the wooded place, the fresher the air becomes. If someone is picking up firewood on Daqing Mountain at this time, they will definitely see a bright yellow figure flying by like a bolt of lightning.

Zhou Yuanyuan ran all the way in and came to the vicinity of the cave.

The area near the cave is the belly of Daqing Mountain, and each of the pine trees here is as thick as two people embracing each other, and the height is full of twenty or thirty meters. Zhou Yuanyuan found a stout tree, sat cross-legged on the tree, and began to meditate and cultivate.

The rich aura gradually gathered around Zhou Yuanyuan, happily drilling into the Baihui acupoint above Zhou Yuanyuan's head, and running along the meridians in Zhou Yuanyuan's body. After two great weeks, the speed at which the aura penetrated into Zhou Yuanyuan's body became faster and faster, and finally a small whirlpool was formed, which continuously attracted the aura from the surrounding area to Zhou Yuanyuan's side.

Under a large pine tree less than 500 meters away from Zhou Yuanyuan, sat an old woman who was about sixty years old. The old woman closed her eyes tightly, breathing in the fresh air unique to the green mountains, and her face was serene.

Suddenly, a breeze blew in her face, soft, like the gentle fingers of her mother in an old woman's dream. The old woman was stunned for a moment, and slowly opened her eyes. The breeze mischievously circled the old woman and headed north.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the old woman's oily and slippery bun was blowing. The old woman's heart sank, and she quickly stood up, a hint of vigilance flashing in her eyes.

Is it him? Is he chasing after him? The one who killed a thousand knives! She's dying, and still won't let her go?

At this moment, the aura in Daqing Mountain seemed to have been touched by something, and it frantically surged towards the north.

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief, no! It wasn't him! The old woman knew very well that she couldn't make such a big move.

Is it a master who cultivates in the Great Qingshan? The old woman remembered the prophecy of "Zhang Banxian" half a year ago, and a trace of ecstasy flashed in her heart. Zhang Banxian said that her vitality is in this big green mountain.

As far as Hu Sanniang knew, although this Daqing Mountain was full of aura, there were no monks cultivating here. However, in order to try her luck, Hu Sanniang still came. After guarding Daqingshan for a few months, Hu Sanniang is about to give up, anyway, life and death are fate, if she Hu Sanniang is fated to die, burying her bones in this aura Daqingshan, it is not in vain for her to come.

However, the riot of aura in front of him made Hu Sanniang surge with infinite hope. If there are really high-ranking people passing by today, it will really be her Hu Sanniang's blessing! Originally, she was going to give up.

Thinking of this, Hu Sanniang reached out and dusted off the placket of the crisp blue cloth short-sleeved shirt on her body without a trace of wrinkles, and raised her hand to brush some messy hair that was blown by the wind, and then walked towards the north unhurriedly.

Just looking at Hu Sanniang's back, I really can't find out Hu Sanniang's real age. Although Hu Sanniang's face is furrowed and horizontal, from the back, the slightly shaved narrow shoulders and wide buttocks form a smooth curve, with the blue cardigan short sleeves on Hu Sanniang's body and a wide-legged cropped pants of the same color on the lower body, which perfectly outlines Hu Sanniang's Chu Chu style.

On the big pine tree, the aura that entered Zhou Yuanyuan's body ran for a few days and obediently entered the cyclone in the dantian. Zhou Yuanyuan's divine sense looked inward, and the cyclone, which was originally the size of a fist, had increased in diameter by about half a centimeter after a few Zhou Tian Spiritual Qi supplements. When Zhou Yuanyuan first started cultivating, the cyclone was only the size of a soybean, but after half a year of hard work, the cyclone had grown dozens of times, and Zhou Yuanyuan felt a little satisfied.

What made Zhou Yuanyuan even more satisfied was that the cyclone in the dantian had changed from a foggy shape at the beginning to a white cotton-like shape. Xiao Yu said that when the "cotton" in Zhou Yuanyuan's dantian becomes thicker and thicker, it will become a slimy glue. At that time, Zhou Yuanyuan could be regarded as officially building.

What does the foundation represent? This point does not need to be reminded by Xiaoyu, and Zhou Yuanyuan also knows. In ancient times, monks entered the foundation building period, and only then did they truly step into the road of cultivating immortals. Monks in the foundation building period can fly with swords, and they can also use magic weapons to fight enemies. The combat power is hundreds of times more powerful than that of the rookie in the Qi refining period.

Let's take an example! The wisp of soul attached to Zeng Mingming's body by the evil cultivator that Zhou Yuanyuan encountered before, Zhou Yuanyuan in the Qi refining period needed to release the "Exorcism Technique" and "Flame Technique" to find the right time to destroy it. Replaced with Zhou Yuanyuan in the foundation building period, he didn't need any spells, as long as he stretched out a little finger, he could annihilate the ashes of the remnant soul.

Huh? Who's that?

Twenty meters away, a figure with a probe probing his brain broke into Zhou Yuanyuan's divine sense monitoring range.

Hu Sanniang felt very strange, her intuition told her that the person she was looking for was nearby, but no matter whether Hu Sanniang looked at the ground or the sky, she didn't see the figure of that person.

When Zhou Yuanyuan was practicing, he released a small technique called "Painting the Ground as a Prison". "Painting the ground as a prison", as the name suggests, is to draw a small piece of place to become a "cage", and the person or object in the "cage" has the function of stealth, and the people around him cannot find it. And Zhou Yuanyuan is in the "cage", but he can see every grass and tree around him clearly.

This little magic Zhou Yuanyuan is the first time to perform today, when she was practicing on Daqing Mountain before, Wen Ziqing would accompany her silently on the side, Wen Ziqing's companionship was not a simple companionship, he would also guard the surrounding movements for Zhou Yuanyuan, so that Zhou Yuanyuan saved a lot of trouble.

Wen Ziqing was not here today, Zhou Yuanyuan was alone outside, for safety reasons, Zhou Yuanyuan used this little technique.