Ten Thousand Medicine Island, in the pavilion, Wang Yi sniffed the faint medicinal fragrance emitted by the Ganoderma lucidum, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, the hot tea mixed with the elegant tea fragrance spread on the tip of his tongue, making him squint.

At this moment, Wang Yi seemed extraordinarily quiet, like a wise man who had experienced the world, without a trace of the edge that a young man should have.

Of course, Wang Yi's edge has not been extinguished, but it has become more restrained, just like a sheathed sword.

For Wang Yi, these two years have been a busy two years, and they are also two years of obscurity. However, just when Wang Yitao was in obscurity, the outside world was already surging.

After a year of savings, the new disciples of Zhenhai Sect began to show their edge in the two years that Wang Yi Taoguang raised obscurity, whether it was to kill demons or eliminate evil spirits, they have won a lot of fame, of course, the annual disciple Xiaobi is also an important stage for them to show their strength and become famous, it can be said that every Xiaobi is a dragon fight.

However, all this has nothing to do with Wang Yi, because the annual disciple Xiaobi of Zhenhai Sect does not force disciples to participate, everything is voluntary, and Wang Yi has not participated once.

Whew, taking another sip of hot tea, Wang Yi put down the teacup and let out a sigh of relief, and a fine light flashed in his eyes, he knew that his time for taoguang was coming to an end.

Although the Zhenhai Sect does not force its disciples to participate in the annual competition, all disciples must participate in the annual sect competition.

In fact, even if there are no mandatory requirements, Wang Yi will go to participate in the disciple Dabi, because it is different from the nature of the communication of Xiaobi, he is never stingy with the Dabi sect, and the rewards given are very rich, so rich that Wang Yi's heart is excited.

What's more, his current strength has increased greatly, and he just needs to test it through some actual combat, such a good opportunity naturally cannot be missed.

But before that, he still had some things to do, thinking of this, Wang Yi no longer hesitated, and got up and left the pavilion directly.

In front of the thatched house, the scenery is still the same, as if there is no change, it is still a tree, a chair, and a hut.

"Qingnu, is Master Gu here?"

Standing in the shade of the tree, Wang Yi asked at the trunk of the tree, and before his words fell, the figure of the green slave emerged from the trunk.

Appearing in shape, Qingnu glanced at Wang Yi, bowed and saluted:

"Hui Gongzi, the master is not here, he has already left Wanyao Island because of something, but before he left, he instructed me, saying that if Gongzi comes, let you cultivate under this thousand-year-old spirit camphor tree by yourself. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yi nodded lightly, and the gratitude to Pharmacist Gu couldn't help but increase by another point in his heart.

At the beginning, after learning that Wang Yi was not going to use the power of the pill to advance to the True Yuan Realm, Pharmacist Gu asked Wang Yi to come to him before he advanced.

Wang Yi naturally kept this in mind, what he didn't expect was that although Gu Yaoshi was not on the island, he still made arrangements for him.

After following Gu Yaoshi for so long, Wang Yi is no longer Wuxia Ameng, and he knows a lot about this camphor tree.

This camphor tree was originally a thousand-year-old spirit camphor tree, but it was subjected to thunder and thunder, although it was not immediately cut off, but it didn't live long, it was Gu Yaoshi who transplanted it back, used the means of creation, regained its vitality, and used the alchemist's technique to refine it again, so that it became a spirit camphor wood.

As the name suggests, the biggest role of the camphor wood is the spirit, and the aura bred by the camphor wood is not only pure but also gentle, which can make the monk very easy to collect for his own use. In addition, this spirit camphor wood because of the thunder tribulation did not die, so it stole a trace of the power of the thunder tribulation, although this thunder tribulation of the power of creation is only a trace, but it is the greatest value of this spirit camphor wood, it can be said that it is because of this silk of the power of creation, this spirit camphor wood has become precious.

Thinking back on the information about this spirit camphor wood, Wang Yi exhaled lightly and calmed down his mood.

Calm and calm, Wang Yi no longer hesitated, and directly took out the earth stone obtained from the crack in the ground of Jiuling Island, in fact, after finding out the information about the earth stone, Wang Yi's first idea was to refine this earth stone into a futon-like magic weapon to assist in cultivation, but unfortunately this idea has not been realized, but even so, this earth stone has also helped his current cultivation a lot.

Sitting cross-legged on the dark stone on the ground, Wang Yicun pondered and began to breathe silently.

Seeing that Wang Yi had entered the state of cultivation, the Qing Nu quietly withdrew for a distance, but she did not withdraw far, after all, although it was said that basically no one would come to disturb here, she was not afraid of 10,000 in case, she still decided to stay and protect Wang Yi.

Hiss~exhal~, between inhaling and exhaling, the surrounding aura began to slowly gather towards Wang Yi, and the aura cloud on the top of the Lingling camphor tree also hung down a trace of cloud, like a willow branch moving with the wind.

The sun rises and sets, and the starlight is sprinkled all over the sky, and Wang Yi has always maintained this state without the slightest wavering. The only change was that the aura around him became more and more intense, almost forming a faint spiritual mist.

When the sun rose again over the sea level, when the first rays of sunlight shone on Wang Yi's face, the situation changed.

I saw wind and thunder on the flat ground, sweeping away the aura around Wang Yi.

Absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy in one go, Wang Yi began to frantically run the Great Dry Rong Sutra, and at the same time, the divine consciousness in his sea of consciousness was like mercury pouring into the ground, and began to compress the true qi in his dantian.

In fact, ordinary monks can only advance to the True Yuan Stage with the assistance of pills, little by little, slowly compressing the true qi, few people will be as crazy as Wang Yi, after all, it is really too dangerous to do so, one is not good, the true qi will be devoured, and the monk will not die or be disabled.

Of course, Wang Yi is not crazy, on the contrary, he is very sober, the reason why he does this is because he has a strong sense of God, he is sure to suppress the true qi, and he is not afraid of the backlash of the true qi at all.

Under the suppression of Wang Yiqiang's divine sense, the true qi in his spiritual pool began to condense continuously, but his nine-inch true qi did not drop by a bit, because the endless stream of spiritual qi from the outside world swarmed in, transforming into a large amount of true qi and converging into his spiritual pool.

Whew, the wind was louder, and the spiritual mist around Wang Yi was quickly swallowed up, revealing his figure, but this was not the end, but just the beginning.

As the wind became louder, the aura cloud on the top of the head of the Lingzhang wood was suddenly torn off by an invisible hand, and it became a flaw, but with the surging of the spirit cloud, this deficiency was quickly made up, but the size of the spirit cloud was smaller.

As for the corner of the spirit cloud that was torn off, it was swallowed into Wang Yi's body. (To be continued.) )