Walking into the room with slender and sexy long legs, Xiao Yu looked around the room, and then looked at Xiao Ling, who was frightened, and froze. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info continued...............

"Ah.................h

A piercing scream came from Xiao Ling's room. Obviously, Xiao Yu was frightened by Xiao Ling, who was full of ****.

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"What are you doing in your room, you bastard? It's all scared of other little girls, and besides, why are you alone in your room? What about some of the other things? ”

At this time, Xiao Ling honestly knelt on the tatami mat-like floor and listened to his father's lecture, and he kept nodding his head in response, saying that it was his fault. And this has been a long time. It was the first time that Xiao Ling knew that his father was also such a chicken woman, and he could train for so long.

"All in all, you kid go and apologize to the girl first."

"Oh! Got it, Dad, I'll do it. “

Xiao Ling didn't wait for his father to speak, and quickly got up and left the room, he didn't want to be here after staying here for a second.

"For Mao Laozi, I'm going to apologize to that girl, stupid or not! Besides, it's not all caused by the other party, entering someone else's room without permission! Xiao Ling walked out of the room and walked on the road of the Xiao family's mansion in the night, talking to himself.

When I returned to my room, it was already refurbished, with a brand new bed and other daily necessities.

"Yikes! The feeling of being a young master is really not covered, it is cool! Lying comfortably on the brand-new bed, Xiao Ling sighed.

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Warm sunlight filters through the cracks in the windows, and tiny frecks of light dot the neat room.

In the room, the young **** was wearing his body, sitting cross-legged in the wooden basin, his hands were crossed, and a strange seal knot was placed in front of him, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady and powerful.

The wooden basin is filled with cyan water, and when it is slightly shaken, it even reflects a little strange light, which is quite magical.

The young man's chest was slightly slight, and between his breaths, there was a great sense of rhythm, and with the delay of the cultivation time, the cyan water in the wooden basin gradually emitted a faint air current, and the air flow was slightly cyan, slowly climbing, and finally following the young man's breathing, it drilled into the body.

Qi flowed into the body, and the young man's immature little face seemed to suddenly exude a luster like warm jade.

As if sensing the increasingly abundant fighting spirit in his body, a shallow smile of relief appeared on the young man's face.

Tasting the sweetness, the young man did not stop there, his eyes were still closed, the handprints on his fingertips, not moving at all, concentrating on his energy, maintaining the best cultivation state, and continuing to greedily absorb the gentle energy in the cyan liquid.

The cyan water contaminated the boy's skin, slipped into the boy's body along the pores of the skin, warmed the bones, and washed the veins...

Under the boy's never-ending demand, more and more air currents drifted out of the basin, and in the end, it faintly covered the body of the young ****.

Cultivation, in the penance of forgetting to sleep and eating slowly, the sunlight shining through the window gradually weakened, and the hot temperature also slowly decreased.

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In the wooden basin, the young man with his eyes closed sucked the last wisp of air into his body, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened.

Among the black pupils, the white light flashed as usual, but this time it was slightly tinged with a light blue color.

Slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, the young man blinked his eyes brightly, and then stood up suddenly, letting the cold water splash from his body, stretched his waist lazily, felt the full Dou Qi in his body, and muttered to himself in some intoxication: "At this progress, I'm afraid that in another month, I will be able to impact the sixth stage of Dou Qi..."

This young man is Xiao Ling, it has been more than half a month since the last accident, and during this time, Xiao Ling's cheap master Chu Jinghui's injury has also improved significantly, and he is no longer as lifeless as when he first came, and he already has the ability to help Xiao Ling refine medicine, and now the cyan liquid that Xiao Ling uses to cultivate is refined by Chu Jinghui, which is a medicine used to speed up the cultivation of monks' fighting qi, called the body quenching spirit liquid, which can be ranked at the level of the third-grade pill.

Xiao Ling has been shrunk in his room for more than half a month, and in half a month, except for eating, drinking, and other things, he has almost lived a simple life of cultivation.

However, although the days of cultivation were a bit boring, it was just a trivial matter for Xiao Ling, who was eager to improve his cultivation.

However, although the days are hard, the results achieved by cultivation are full of joy.

Chu Jinghui casually refined the spiritual liquid, its medicinal power is far stronger than Xiao Ling and even Chu Jinghui himself expected, originally thought that even with the help of the medicinal power of the spiritual liquid, Xiao Ling would need at least a month to reach the fifth stage of the fighting qi, but unexpectedly, he forcibly shortened the time by half...

In this regard, even Chu Jinghui couldn't help but be a little surprised by Xiao Ling's cultivation efficiency, this cultivation speed is really too fast, right?

You must know that the cultivation of Dou Qi is particularly difficult to cultivate, and there are not a few people who spend ten or even twenty years on the cultivation of Dou Qi at the beginning of the tenth stage... Of course, once you become a real fighter, then its cultivation will be greatly accelerated, before you become a fighter, a year may only be able to increase the fighting qi for a while, but after entering the fighter, maybe you can soar a few stars in a year...

Under the extremely incongruous comparison of cultivation before and after, Xiao Ling's performance in the past half month was indeed a little terrifying.

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Crawling out of the wooden basin without any scruples, Xiao Ling looked back at the cyan water that had become lighter in color, which was due to the fact that the energy contained in it was absorbed by himself, he shook his head helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "Can this still support a month and a half of cultivation?" ”

Wiped the water stains off his body, Xiao Ling casually put on a neat dress, and then climbed onto the soft bed, and took out a jade slip from under the pillow.

The jade slip is pure white, the whole is a little bright, with a faint luster, quite a bit of mysterious.

After half a month, in addition to cultivating with his head bored, Xiao Ling put the rest of his mind on the Xuan-level intermediate fighting skills in this jade slip. This was given to him by Chu Jingxi, and it was said that it was the most suitable fighting skill for him at this stage - power fist!

Power Fist: Refining to the fullest, it can smash thousands of pounds of boulders, if it encounters the enemy, the fierce force can instantly blast the human body into meat sauce! ”

And in the half month, under the guidance of Chu Jinghui from time to time, Xiao Ling gradually mastered a little bit of the trick of this power fist, but due to the thinness of the fighting qi in his body, he has never seen any substantive effect, which makes Xiao Ling a little regretful.

Sticking the jade slip to the center of his eyebrows, Xiao Ling's eyes slowly closed, and his soul perceived, along the center of his eyebrows, and he explored the jade slip with ease.

As Xiao Ling's breathing became steady, the room calmed down again.

There was another long period of silence, and at a certain moment, Xiao Ling on the bed, his eyes opened violently, his left hand was clenched, forming a fist, and the faint fighting qi in his body followed the control of consciousness, quickly passing through several specific veins and acupuncture points at the arm, and finally the momentum erupted.

"Click........... Bang ......."

Wherever the fist pointed, a ceramic teapot cracked in response to the sound, and was finally brought to the ground by the strength of the fist, slammed to pieces.

"Alas, although the fighting skill is a Xuan level, the fighting qi is too weak, and it can't wield much power at all." Looking at the damage he had caused, Xiao Ling pursed his lips and whispered to himself helplessly: "According to this effect, if you use Dou Qi alone, if you want to create a power that can break a tree the thickness of an arm, you need at least eight Dou Qi to do it. ”

"Forget it, go to the family fighting skill hall to see if there are any low-level fighting skills, this power fist, in a short period of time, is of little use, now that you can cultivate the fighting qi, you can't still cultivate as stupidly as before..."

Squinted his eyes slightly, and after slightly adapting to the blazing sunlight, Xiao Ling carefully closed the door and walked leisurely along the gravel path, slowly towards the Douji Hall located in the backyard of the Xiao family.

The gravel path is lined with verdant willow trees, and the lush green color is refreshing.

Turning one way, there was a burst of girlish laughter, but it came from another path.

was disturbed the quiet atmosphere, Xiao Ling frowned slightly, his eyes moved along the voice, and he looked at the group of smiling girls.

Surrounded by several beautiful girls, a girl with a somewhat charming appearance was pursing her lips and smiling, and the charming style on her little face made several young girls beside her feel inferior.

This girl is Xiao Mei, who was in the limelight in the test square that day.

Glancing indifferently at this beautiful girl who had shined in the family test for a few months, Xiao Ling's immature little face flashed a touch of sarcasm, shook his head gently, and retracted his gaze without hesitation.

Walking to the end of the road, Xiao Mei's seductive laughter suddenly weakened, and she saw the young man not far on the left...

The sunset sprinkled from the sky, shining on the young man with his hands in his pockets, his little face indifferent, and walking slowly, which was extremely charming.

A pair of eyes that were a little seductive, staring at the young man who was getting closer and closer, looking at the shallow arc on his little face that couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a smile, Xiao Mei's spirit, suddenly a little inexplicable trance..........

Three years ago, a certain teenager in the family was like this, and the corners of his mouth often hung this somewhat intoxicating arc.

Looking at the young man who was walking slowly, Xiao Mei and the others all stopped, and the sound of laughter gradually weakened.

Several handsome girls beside Xiao Mei looked at this young man who was considered a family shame with wide eyes, and the expressions on their little faces were indescribably tangled or other.

Xiao Mei froze in place, a little entangled in her heart, in her opinion, the gap between the two is huge, one is waste and the other is the hope of the family's future, the gap between the two can be imagined.

The crooked Ye Mei frowned slightly, and immediately stretched out, Xiao Mei said helplessly in her heart: "Say hello, no matter what, he can be regarded as his cousin." ”

didn't know what Xiao Mei was thinking, Xiao Ling put his hands in his pockets, and walked over lazily.

Looking at Xiao Ling, who was close at hand, Xiao Mei's pretty little face was just about to smile, but the young man's actions made the smile that had not yet fully emerged freeze on his little face, which looked a little funny.

With his hands in his pockets, Xiao Ling walked straight past several girls without squinting, without showing the slightest nostalgia.

Looking at the young man's back with a ruddy mouth slightly open, Xiao Mei was a little stunned, with her appearance, when did she receive this kind of treatment? An inexplicable anger swelled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but shout: "Cousin Xiao Ling." ”

After a slight pause, Xiao Ling did not turn around, and his tone was faint, like a conversation between strangers: "Oh! Xiao Mei! Something? ”

The flat and unfamiliar tone made Xiao Mei stagnate, and shook her head najestically: "No... Nothing ......."

Xiao Ling raised his eyebrows lightly, didn't bother to pay attention to it, shook his head, and continued to move forward.

Looking at the back that disappeared at the end of the path, Xiao Mei stomped her little feet with some anger, and then followed the same road.

Turning a corner, Xiao Ling looked up at the spacious room in front of him, and on the plaque in the room, there were three blood-red characters of the Douji Hall.