There was a cold and piercing feeling in the palm of his hand, and Ye Han looked at the scroll that manifested out of thin air from the void and fell into his hand, as if he had not come back to his senses.

No matter how well it manifests in the system, there is always an illusory feeling, but now, the illusory things in the light curtain really fell into his hands, which naturally made him a little distracted.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Ye Han's eyes couldn't help but heat up, and the moment this scroll fell into his hand, the information of this exercise that was systematically included in his sea of knowledge also appeared.

The stars fall in the sky, and the sky is cold, and the mountains and rivers are full of ice and snow!

"Ice Emperor Tongtianlu", compared with ordinary exercises, the difference between this exercise is not too big, it is a high-grade Xuangong for practicing the true element of the ice attribute.

The cultivation of ordinary exercises is to use the seven orifices of the mouth and nose to swallow the aura of heaven and earth, so that it can run around the heavens, penetrate the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and then return to the dantian, so as to practice.

And "Ice Emperor Tongtianlu" absorbs the aura of heaven and earth with 36,000 pores around his body. It does not pass through the meridians, does not enter the dantian, but refines it into the Xuanbing True Yuan and hides it in every corner of the body.

So that between the gestures of the practitioners, they all have the cold air with them.

For practitioners of this technique, the true yuan in the body is gathered within Zhou Tian, and it is not bound by the dantian, so it will inevitably affect the outside.

People who practice this technique generally have white hair and beards, and they are cold when they walk, sit and lie down, and they cannot be put away.

However, when this method is practiced to perfection, mortals can also turn into a cold holy body, and their hearts move, thousands of miles of ice, and the Tao and the law follow, which is extremely terrifying.

As long as it is a person who comes to this world, he naturally hopes that one day he can succeed in martial arts, and when the people around him are refining his qi and refining his true yuan, Ye Han is always envious, jealous and hateful.

Because he was unwilling to be a waste person from now on, he also forcibly practiced his martial arts countless times. But the price of doing so was nothing but to make him spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and eat a few pills that warmed the meridians.

Over time, he stopped making those useless attempts. But this does not mean that he has extinguished the heart of the Dao, on the contrary, he wants to refine Zhou Tian all the time.

For so many years, he has always paid attention to the treasures in the Treasure Pavilion. Even sending his guards to various counties on a regular basis to find some treasures that can dredge the meridians, it is enough to see how unwilling he is.

Now that his meridians have not been cured, he has exercises that he can practice, and he has no reason to give up. As for the so-called "cold air affecting the outside", this characteristic was selectively ignored by him.

Compared with cultivation, Mo said that it made his black hair turn white, even if it was to give him ten years of life, he was willing.

Having made up his mind in his heart, Ye Han no longer paid attention to Zhihai, who was still a little painful, and directly lifted the quilt, stood up, and shouted softly: "Han Ning!"

"The subordinates are here!"

In the shadow of the room, there was a sudden response, the door did not open at all, but the young man in black walked out of the shadows out of thin air like a ghost.

But Ye Han was no longer surprised by this, and said to him directly: "This king is going to the spirit gathering room, you go to the treasury first, go to the treasury first, go to get some ice attribute pills and spiritual materials, and send them to the spirit gathering room." ”

"Yes. ”

Han Ning also seemed to see the excitement in Ye Han's eyes, but he didn't ask anything. Instead, he nodded in response, and then directly blended his body into the shadows again.

It's obviously a rather weird magic power.

Ye Han directly pushed the door out and walked towards the spirit gathering room in the Han Palace.

Although the task of opening a sect is only a three-month period, but now that he has obtained the exercises, he can't wait to try the true yuan into the body and refine the feeling of Zhou Tian.

As for the rest, let's put it aside for now.

As Ye Han walked, it seemed that even the pain in his mind had been reduced a lot, and his whole spirit was extremely excited, and he couldn't wait to try to practice immediately.

The mood was so excited that Han Ning, who came to deliver things, was worried about whether his prince would go crazy directly when he was exercising.

However, although Ye Han was excited, he did not forget his business. After all, the consequences of failing the main quest will be directly erased by the system. His path of cultivation had just begun, and he didn't want to end there.

Before closing the door of the spirit gathering room, Ye Han specially instructed Han Ning. This retreat is three days at the latest, and if he doesn't leave the retreat after three days, let Han Ning touch the warning formation in front of the door of the quiet room and wake him up.

After doing this, Ye Han directly sealed the door of the meditation room, took out a bunch of spirit stones from the Qiankun bag on his waist, and embedded them in all corners of the meditation room.

The so-called Gathering Soul Room is the cultivation place in their Han King's Mansion.

As I said before, when Ye Han's Han Wangfu was opened, he had to build the mansion in the place where the aura of the inner city of the imperial capital was the thinnest because he was excluded by all parties.

Although the aura here is much richer than that of the outer city, it is much inferior to the rest of the imperial capital.

Ye Han was born with a desperate pulse and could not cultivate. But Han Ning and the other hidden guards under him were all talented martial artists, and he didn't want them to delay the progress of their cultivation.

Therefore, soon after Ye Han built the mansion, he asked Situ Yuan to engrave several spirit gathering arrays in the palace.

Although the aura in this area is relatively thin, if all the aura is gathered at one point with the Spirit Gathering Array, then the total amount of aura is also quite terrifying.

And where Ye Han is now is where the spiritual aura of the Han King's Mansion is located.

At this time, on the Spirit Gathering Array under his feet, all the places that could be inlaid with spirit stones had been stuffed with spirit stones by Ye Han. Although they are only low-grade, hundreds of spirit stones simultaneously urge the operation of the formation, and the aura gathered is also considerable.

With this kind of aura concentration, don't say that Ye Han is a martial artist realm great consummation, even if he comes to a martial arts realm great consummation, a martial artist who wants to impact the martial artist realm is enough to advance here.

Sensing the concentration of aura in the spirit gathering room, Ye Han nodded with satisfaction. He only has three days, and if he wants to make a breakthrough in these three days, he must be fully prepared.

Raising his hand, he took a few ice-attribute spiritual objects that Han Ning had taken from the treasury and put them beside him, Ye Han sat in the center of the formation, opened the scroll in his hand, and calmed down to read it carefully.

Between the reversal of his mind, he memorized all the methods of refining the true yuan and the method of Zhou Tian's qi acceptance in the sea of knowledge.

There was silence in the quiet room, and only some ice-attribute heaven and earth spiritual objects were constantly exuding a biting cold aura. In this silent room where the aura is becoming more and more abundant, it turns into a constantly diffused white gas, obscuring the vision.

In the hazy white mist, there was only a figure, sitting cross-legged in the center of the quiet room, like an eternal sculpture, unable to move.