Lingxiao, who rushed all the way back to the backyard hut, panted, opened the door and kicked it with one foot, the door closed, and he sat down at the table in a hurry, lifted the kettle, poured a cup of tea, and poured it down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A cup of tea went down to his stomach, and the slightly cold tea stimulated Lingxiao's tense nerves, because there was nothing to do along the way, and his heart of being vigilant about whether the black beads would be in danger was also slowly relaxed.

The tense nerves eased, and Lingxiao also subconsciously raised his right arm holding the black bead, and at the same time as Lingxiao spread out his palm, he found that the strange power between the black bead and the palm disappeared, and seeing this, Lingxiao immediately fell ill and threw the bead directly on the table, for fear that it would be bizarrely adhered to his hand after a while.

Lingxiao sat on a bench, his arms propped up on the table, his chin in his hands, and a black bead lay quietly in the center of the wooden table in front of him.

After a few breaths, Lingxiao saw that the beads were normal, so he stretched out a finger, tentatively clicked the black beads, and asked with a puzzled face, "Are you Futu?" ”

No one answered, there was no sound, let alone the quaint vicissitudes of life.

Lingxiao's outstretched finger tentatively touched the black bead again, and then asked, "Are you the eighteenth son?" ”

It was still deathly silent, and there was still no noise in the hut except for the sound of Lingxiao's breathing and heartbeat.

Lingxiao was stunned, if this scene was seen by others, I am afraid that the sun and moon would laugh at him, no matter how stupid and boring a person is, I am afraid that he will not go to talk to a bead that can't speak.

Lingxiao saw that the black beads did not react, and he also felt embarrassed, thinking that such a bizarre thing would only happen in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it seemed that it would be better not to go to such a place in the future.

But when he thought that what he had obtained in the Scripture Pavilion was just an extremely ordinary stone, Lingxiao only felt heartache, and in the end, it was a pity that he had a high-level exercise, and once again thought that he only had a textbook-like 'Splitting Mountain Fist' method, Lingxiao shook his head with a helpless wry smile.

It's hard to recover, some things are chosen or chosen, now that there is an ending, then don't complain about anything anymore.

He threw the beads casually on the wooden table at the head of the bed and let them roll aside, while he himself climbed onto the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and sat cross-legged.

Since he couldn't study the reason for it on the beads, he had to care about himself, in front of the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he clearly remembered that the middle-aged man said seriously that he would come to him soon, so the top priority at the moment was to quickly repair his injuries and wait for the examination of the middle-aged man who might come at any time.

Lingxiao sat cross-legged on the bed quietly, his hands formed a strange handprint, and then restrained his mind, breathing and breathing very evenly, mobilizing the full internal force in the dantian, showing a very regular posture operation, wisps of internal force wandered among the limbs and hundreds of bones in his body, and where the meridians flowed through the internal force, the meridian information there was quickly fed back to Lingxiao's mind.

Wisps of internal force flowed, and Lingxiao was also unhurriedly investigating his injuries, and time passed slowly in Lingxiao's investigation of injuries.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, Ling Xiao came back to his senses from closing his eyes and pranayama, and looked at the white moonlight on the ground that came in through the window, Ling Xiao exhaled a long breath, the gas faintly reflected the cloudy color in the bright moonlight, and now he could clearly feel that his injuries had improved a little again, and he thought that it was much better than the kind of injuries he felt this morning, and the serious bruises left by the excessive squeezing of the internal force in his body during the meeting that day must have healed in the next few days.

Lingxiao stood up from meditation, stretched his legs, feet and arms and began to untie his clothes, at present, as a strength only at the level of forging body, he is too ordinary, he still needs to sleep.

The night is like a curtain, there are a few stars in the night sky, there are night insects chirping in the woods, and Lingxiao in the room is already sleeping on the wooden bed, but the strange thing is that he has fallen asleep is obviously no longer able to operate the internal force, but his body surface is actually a familiar faint golden light.

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But on the day, a ray of bright morning glow passed through the shutters in front of Lingxiao's bed, and the morning glow beat on his face, bringing a feeling of warmth, Lingxiao's eyelids moved, and then opened his slightly worried eyes dimly.

After Ling Xiao sat up and dressed, he went down to the bed, and was just about to wash, but he casually shook his palm, and he was shocked to find that the injury in his body that would take at least a day or two to recover was magically healed after one night.

Suppressing the extreme surprise in his heart, after Lingxiao hurriedly washed up, he sat cross-legged on the wooden bed as usual, his hands were sealed, and he restrained his mind, and sure enough, he found that the situation in his body was exactly the same as what he felt - all the bruises in his body were miraculously healed overnight.

The excitement was also difficult to calm down in a short period of time, Ling Xiao glanced at the black beads on the wooden table, and the corners of his mouth glanced slightly, obviously he didn't think that everything that happened in his body was caused by this bead.

"It seems that you can try to see if you can break through to the six-fold forging body" Ling Xiao muttered to himself in his heart, and then his hands hung in front of his abdomen, and quickly formed several strange handprints, and at the moment when the handprints were formed, his dantian had been compressed several times, and now it was full of internal force, and it was slowly compressed downward again at a certain speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, Lingxiao's originally full dantian was actually compressed into a small space.

As soon as the dantian compressed out a piece of space, the top of the dantian in Lingxiao's body, the connection of the meridians, actually began to slowly drift down a few wisps of strange power that seemed to be soft but not soft, and seemed to be rigid but not rigid.

That was the internal strength that Lingxiao and all the martial cultivators on the entire Lingxiao Continent cultivated in their basic strength.

Wisps of internal force drifted down, and the internal force slowly fell, falling on top of the suppressed internal force, and then accumulated little by little, like snowflakes falling to the ground, layer by layer in the dantian, and the dantian that Lingxiao had compressed out of a space was also slowly filled at the same time.

Before a quarter of an hour had passed, Lingxiao's compressed dantian was once again filled and reached a state of extreme fullness.

When the internal force in the dantian reached its fullest state, his hands maintained a strange momentum, Lingxiao calmed his mind for a long time, and it seemed that he still did not feel any signs of a breakthrough in the dantian, and Lingxiao's brows were also slightly wrinkled.

In the Lingxiao Continent, strength is king, so the improvement of strength is the top priority.

Of course, the Lingxiao Continent, there are countless dynasties, and there are countless capable people, and there are countless examples of borrowing external forces to improve strength, but borrowing external forces to forcibly refresh the strength is really endless for me, and the so-called speed is nothing more than that.

Now, Lingxiao has compressed the internal force in his body five times, and the degree of internal force in the dantian is naturally needless to say, and this is also the reason why Lingxiao was able to borrow the internal force with the strength of the five-fold forging body and beat Wang Lin with the strength of the five-fold forging body, according to Lingxiao's character, the cultivation way, and the improvement of strength needs to be steady and steady, and there is naturally no mistake in accumulating thick and thin, but now the degree of internal force in his body is much higher than that of ordinary six-fold forging body strength, but he has not realized that there are signs of breaking through the six-fold forging body in his body.

"Is it not enough to compress the internal force" Ling Xiao muttered in a low voice, and at the same time, his hands quickly sealed again, and at the same time, the internal force in the dantian, which was already extremely full, was slowly compressed downwards again, and a space only the size of a finger cover was compressed again.

As usual, above the compressed space, wisps of internal force derived from musculoskeletal activities slowly fluttered and fell, accumulating little by little.

The internal force is compressed again and again, and the dantian is filled again and again, and then the internal force is compressed, and at the same time, the space released by the internal force compression in the dantian is also slowly becoming smaller......

And time is also slowly passing in the alternation of compression and filling of this internal force, and at noon, Lingxiao's face, which is still maintained in meditation and cultivation, seems to gradually appear a little tired, obviously the non-stop compression of internal force is also a challenge to his physical strength.

At this moment, a few prostrative sweat droplets had slipped off Lingxiao's tired face, and the fullness of the internal force in the dantian in his body had reached an extremely saturated state, and Lingxiao had compressed the internal force so that there was no room to release it.

The internal force in the dantian has reached the slightest possibility that it can be filled, but... The premonition of a breakthrough has not yet fallen.

The embankment is high, the river is surging, and the internal force in Lingxiao's current dantian is like this state, and if you want the river to burst the embankment, you must borrow external force.

At this thought, Ling Xiao also gently opened his slightly heavy eyes, and then a line of sight containing attempts was projected onto a delicate box on the wooden table next to the bed.

It was the box where the dragon's blood fruit was stored.

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