Sitting quietly with his eyes closed next to him, Fang Yi, who had comprehended the spiritual technique, didn't pay much attention at first. But as the Spiritless Cave became quieter and quieter, Fang Yi discovered the abnormality of the ink pupil's fist strength.

"This ......" Fang Yi no longer comprehended the spiritual technique, but stared at the ink pupil with wide eyes, but deep in his heart was already turbulent.

When Mo Tong's Quenching Bone Refining Fist reached the eighteenth time, Fang Yi couldn't hear anything at all except his own heartbeat. But the ink pupils that he saw with his eyes were still boxing. Whether it is the strength of the fist or the sound of footsteps, it is incredible that it can be so narrow.

Fang Yi once again shocked Mo Tong, it was just a simple set of quenching muscles and refining bone fists, and it was really exaggerated to let Mo Tong practice to such an extreme.

Boom, boom, boom......

From the silence to the sound, the power of the ink pupil's fist suddenly exploded again, this time the sound was much louder than any previous time, shaking the entire Spiritless Cave to begin to shake.

Fang Yi's eyes were about to bulge out, it was really perverted to be able to practice boxing to such an extent.

He quickly understood that Mo Tong's fist strength was not very large on the wall, but each fist was very skillfully condensed near the fist, and then the second fist force hit the first fist force, and the two fists instantly exploded and produced a thunderous loud sound.

It was unbelievable that the control of the power had reached such a terrifying level, and Fang Yi looked horrified. How delicate control does it take to throw such a punch?

Extremely loud to extremely quiet, and then from extremely quiet to extremely loud, and so on, dozens of times.

"Senior Brother Mo, your ability to control power is simply admirable, I really don't know what you practice. However, I don't understand one thing, quenching the muscles and refining the bone fist is not very useful to the people of our Xuan Spirit Realm. I think Senior Brother Mo, you might as well spend more time on spiritual skills, which will be more beneficial to the battle. Finally waiting for Mo Tong to stop, Fang Yi couldn't help but ask out loud.

After half a year of observation, it seems that Fang Yi is actually quite a good person, and besides, Mo Tong has no grudge against him. Sensing the kindness in Fang Yi's words, Mo Tong also replied with a smile: "Senior Brother Fang, you are indeed right, quenching the muscles and refining the bone fist has little effect on the Xuan Ling. However, every set of boxing techniques, every spiritual technique, even if you are familiar with it and use it once, you will have a new understanding and new understanding. Senior Brother Fang, you might as well give it a try, spend a little more time on a spiritual skill, maybe there will be unexpected results. ”

"Spend a little more time on a spiritual technique?Senior Brother Mo, how do you say this?" Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling that Mo Tong's statement sounded quite simple, but when he thought about it, it seemed to make sense.

"Swallowing dates is a taboo for spiritual cultivators, and many people think that they will stop practicing after mastering a spiritual technique, but in fact, it is wrong to think this way. Take the Cloud Turning Palm as an example, Senior Brother Fang should also have experienced. If you can practice your palms to the two extremes of light and heavy, then the spiritual power value exerted by your Cloud Turning Palm will be increased by at least 30%. Although Mo Tong said this simply, it was based on the experience of his previous life.

In the previous life, the Ink Pupil Society did not have many spiritual skills, but each spiritual skill was by no means as simple as mastery. Through thousands of exercises, I will comprehend it little by little, and finally improve and perfect it little by little. The same kind of spiritual skill, the spiritual power value used in the ink pupil is a few points stronger.

The only drawback of this method is that it takes a lot of time to pile up, which is a stupid method, but it is also a very effective method.

"Huh?" After Fang Yi listened to Mo Tong's words, he suddenly had a feeling of epiphany, as if he had seen a new path. Fang Yi was pleasantly surprised, and bowed deeply to Mo Tong: "Thank you Senior Brother Mo for your guidance, this kindness, my righteous heart has received it!"

Shocked by the few Xuanling disciples beside him, Fang Yi hurriedly left the Spiritless Cave, because he was pleasantly surprised and faintly felt that he was about to break through, and he had to find a place to rush through the level.

Mo Tong didn't expect Fang Yi to break through because of this, this was definitely a pure accident, he shook his head and quickly put this matter behind him and continued to practice boxing.

In fact, there was a little bit of concealment of Fang Yi just now, Mo Tong's cultivation is still a nine-star Xuanling, and practicing quenching muscles and refining bone fists is very beneficial to opening up the spiritual veins. Every time I fight, the last one that is almost open to the spiritual vein will vibrate once.

Syllable!

Mo Tong didn't rest all night, and frantically played the Bone Refining Fist over and over again, and when it reached the one thousand three hundred and fifty-eighth times, he was shocked, and the last spiritual vein was opened.

The thirty-six spiritual veins were all opened, and the ink pupil extracted the spiritual energy from the spiritual mansion, and quickly walked around the thirty-six spiritual veins, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim: Happy!

Now there is really only one spirit tribulation left, and I really don't know what it will look like when there are two spirit mansions in the body after reaching the one-star Xuan Ling.

Mo Tong was a little looking forward to it, but he didn't plan to cross the catastrophe immediately, because he was going to Luanfeng today to celebrate his birthday, and the master had specially explained to him.

When Mo Tong came out of the Spiritless Cave, Ah Niu, Li Ran, and He Yifan all changed into new clothes, just waiting for Mo Tong to be alone. Mo Tong naturally suffered from Li Ran's reproach, and quickly changed his clothes.

There are few disciples in Ziyuan, counting Ziyun, there are only five people, and the lineup is pitifully small. The people Luan Peak and Jian Feng are hundreds of disciples, and Ziyuan has only four disciples, and this one sits together, which is really shabby.

Dongmen Fan's birthday, thousands of banquets, divided into upper, middle and lower three. The upper class is the main sect master and the elders, the medium is the core disciples and some disciples who are particularly favored by the sect, and the lower class is the ordinary inner sect disciples.

Zi Yun was naturally seated at the upper seat, and the remaining four disciples of Ziyuan were all arranged in the inferior seats.

"What kind of bullshit birthday banquet, I think it's more like a final banquet! Why, that birdman can sit in a medium seat, and we all sit in Ziyuan and wait for a seat? Look, that birdman is so proud!" As soon as he sat down, Li Ran muttered dissatisfiedly.

Mo Tong looked at the place pointed by Li Ran, and at the middle seat thirty zhang away, Ma Xingkong greeted the many core disciples of the Qingzong who were sitting at the same table in a high spirit, and climbed the relationship.

When Mo Tong looked over, he also saw Gong Yue, who was sitting in the middle seat, smiling mischievously at him, and Mo Tong also smiled. Although Gong Yue's cultivation is not high, her talent for alchemy has begun to show its edges and corners, and the upper echelons of Qingzong have begun to attach importance to her, which can be seen in the middle seat.

"Senior Brother Li, Ma Xingkong is a closed disciple of Elder Fan of the East Gate, so it's not strange to sit in a medium seat. I heard that Senior Brother Ma became a one-star Xuanling in only one year, and this talent is really too powerful. I heard that each person in the middle seat was allocated ten times as much Linglu wine as in our lower seat. If one day I He Yifan can also sit in the middle seat, I will have no regrets in this life. He Yifan said, looking enviously at the wine jug in front of each seat in the middle seat in the distance.

"A one-star Xuanling is a fart, our Ah Tong was able to abuse it half a year ago. Compared with our A-Hitomi, Ma Xingkong is really not a fart. Why wasn't our Hitomi placed in the middle seat? I think they are clearly discriminating against us Ziyuan. Oh, by the way, what is the fairy spirit dew? Have you ever heard of the flower dew?" Li Ran raised his middle finger at Ma Xingkong, and then turned around and asked He Yifan curiously.

I think I can be regarded as half of the Qingzong, but there is still something I don't know.