The outside world is crowded, but Zhang Qingyuan, as one of the protagonists, is not very clear.

Even the news that the circulating dark list raised his ranking to the top twenty among the inner disciples caused almost countless people to pay attention to and shock.

With the ranking rising in a straight line, countless people are eager to try and prepare for the challenge.

It's not clear.

On the one hand, he can be regarded as a friend in the inner door, and there are not many fellow disciples.

In order to avoid the dissipation of this perception and waste this rare opportunity, after the battle, he hung up the free disturbance card and entered the practice of retreat and digestion.

"Is this the power of the mood of the wind?"

Inside the Cave,

Zhang Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the white jade futon, holding his palm slightly, and an invisible and qualitative force hovered above the palm, and the space was faintly distorted.

At the same time, wisps of breeze seemed to seep out of this force.

The qi that fused into the void seemed to have turned the surrounding cave space into its own domain field.

Zhang Qingyuan closed his eyes,

Feel it carefully.

Through the power of the artistic conception of the wind, Zhang Qingyuan was able to clearly sense the slightest bit of this cave through the breeze of the artistic conception of the wind without even any divine sense.

Not only that, Zhang Qingyuan also felt that he could use the power of this wind artistic conception to control the qi between heaven and earth and turn it into an invisible and qualitative attack.

"Not bad strength, just by just starting to dabble in spiritual objects, it can at least increase my strength by more than one percent......"

"However, there is still a lot of gap between it and the wind channel. ”

Carefully experience the power of the artistic conception of the wind.

Zhang Qingyuan secretly measured it in his heart and groaned.

In the course of the battle with Feng Daozi, Zhang Qingyuan was hit head-on by the opponent several times, and although he had the inner armor of the magic weapon level, he still suffered a certain amount of injuries.

To this day, I think back to the battle of that day.

Zhang Qingyuan will have a sense of grievance.

This feeling that the other party can hit you, but you can't hit the other party, is really a little uncomfortable.

But it's not without its benefits.

Bearing the bombardment of that kind of power head-on, the artistic conception power of the wind that swept between heaven and earth poured into Zhang Qingyuan's body, allowing him to face this force more meticulously.

made Zhang Qingyuan reach the extreme in the past because of his cultivation of body and martial arts, and he was about to touch the bottleneck of the artistic conception of the wind.

Thoroughly comprehend this power.

In addition to the power of the artistic conception of water, the second artistic conception power is controlled.

But it is precisely because of the comprehension of the artistic conception of the wind.

Zhang Qingyuan has a more impressive understanding of the power displayed by Feng Daozi that day.

"Liu Pengfei has definitely raised the artistic conception of wind to a higher level!"

"That kind of realm allows him to blend into the heavens and the earth, have a speed beyond his own limit, and at the same time, he can resist the power of Xunfeng and greatly increase his own power!"

Between the groans, Zhang Qingyuan's face was a little solemn.

Although this battle was won by Zhang Qingyuan.

But he knew that he was just using a trick to crack the other party's means from the side, which did not mean that the other party's methods were useless.

At least if in a life-and-death battle in the wild, once the situation is not good, the opponent's ability to escape is definitely on him.

And this,

It is really Zhang Qingyuan's envy.

If you can comprehend the mystery from the other party, then your escape ability will be greatly improved, and you will have more confidence to go out on adventures in the future!

"Not only that, but if I can use the artistic conception of wind as an analogy, then can my artistic conception of water also go to the next level and integrate the essence of water into the battle?"

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through my mind.

Zhang Qingyuan then closed his eyes again, and every scene in the battle that day appeared in front of him one by one, flashing from his mind one by one.

In order to be able to get a big improvement, Zhang Qingyuan can be regarded as fighting.

Time flies.

Another half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Cave,

Zhang Qingyuan opened his eyes, and a ray of cold light illuminated the entire space, with an indelible cold atmosphere.

"Whew!"

Take a long breath.

Zhang Qingyuan's face was a little disappointed.

After half a month of hard work, he recalled every scene of the battle with Feng Daozi that day, and realized the true yuan power attached to the other party, but he still didn't have much clue.

Although it was expected.

After all, this is the power that the other party has been cultivating in a harsh environment such as the Wind Evil Valley for more than 20 years, and he has the power to refine his comprehension, and he can learn it by casually fighting with others, which is too much.

But disappointment is inevitable.

"But it's not without its gains. ”

Feeling the harvest in the past half a month, Zhang Qingyuan's eyes flashed with a ray of essence.

I didn't see any movement from him.

No sound was heard, and there was no movement in the cave space.

But in the next moment,

Zhang Qingyuan's figure sitting on the white jade futon suddenly faded, like a wisp of green smoke slowly drifting between the voids.

And at the entrance of the cave more than ten zhang away,

A ghostly figure suddenly appeared.

Silently.

"It's done!"

Zhang Qingyuan's face showed unconcealed joy.

If there had been a monk below the middle stage of the True Yuan Realm here, I am afraid that he would not have been able to capture his own movements, just like the day when he faced the wind channel, there was no trace of his movements.

This is an unexpected gain from his cultivation in the past half a month!

Although he was not able to penetrate the artistic conception of the wind to a higher level, Zhang Qingyuan's understanding of the artistic conception of the wind was also deepened, and it was integrated with the artistic conception of water, and successfully integrated into the wind and clouds!

The power of the two artistic conceptions complements each other.

Even the most ordinary body method, after fusing the power of the two artistic conceptions, is enough to turn decay into magic, reaching an extremely terrifying point!

And this,

Let Fengyun Wuxiang be promoted to an incredible level.

Zhang Qingyuan's body method is also more than a step stronger than before.

"If I had this kind of body that day, I would barely be able to confront Feng Daozi head-on. ”

"And in this state, an ordinary True Yuan Realm sixfold cultivator is afraid that it will be difficult for me to capture my figure at all, and I am naturally invincible!"

After this battle, the strength has improved a lot.

Zhang Qingyuan also felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

When Feng Daozi came to the door, Zhang Qingyuan was extremely unhappy in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a flash of gratitude to him.

If there is no battle between the other party, he may not have such a breakthrough.