Without the blessing of the life fire, the sound of the elixir crashing immediately dispersed.

Feng Yi was so anxious that he hurriedly placed the black tripod on top of the candle flame.

Shake the body, use the alchemy method of 'Lingshu Sanyan' with its unique fire control technique, and continue to condense the pill.

The difference between the life flame and the candle flame is too great, although the black tripod is special, and although the 'three words of the soul' are mysterious, it is difficult to make up for the difference between these two flames after all.

"Click......

It was the sound of the destruction of the pill, Feng Yi's heart tightened, and he secretly exclaimed pity.

The sound of "click" sounded three times in a row, and Feng Yi knew that the pill in the black ding had been destroyed three pills.

But fortunately, after these three sounds, a pleasant "dripping" sound sounded in the black ding.

Dan was damaged, but not all of them were damaged.

The sound stopped, the medicine dissipated, Feng Yi removed the black tripod, and after it cooled down, he opened the lid of the tripod.

Inside the black ding, the residue is stacked.

In the dregs, three pale yellow pills the size of thumbnails lay quietly.

Dan has two silver lines on his body, one real and one virtual.

The real one represents that these three Qi Replenishing Pills are a first-grade Xuan Pill.

The void means that these three Qi Replenishing Pills could have the qualifications to become second-grade Xuandan, but they fell short in the end.

The reason for this is only because of the lack of strength in the follow-up of the life fire.

didn't have time to take a closer look at the pill, Feng Yi hurriedly inspected his body, but saw that the fire had already followed the meridian of the hand and yin heart and returned to the palace.

The fire of life is decaying to the extreme, languishing to the extreme, and it seems that it may be extinguished at any time.

Feng Yi didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would be careless and extinguish the fire of his life.

If the fire of life is extinguished, he doesn't know what damage it will do to himself, he only knows that if there is no fire of life, his path of metaphysical cultivation will enter the black fog again, and his eternal life will be bleak.

Fortunately, God finally got his wish.

The fire of life has not been extinguished, but as soon as he entered the palace, he frantically devoured the fire of his heart to make up for his loss.

Feng Yi watched and suddenly understood something.

He had always thought that when cultivating the Great Compassion Fu and incinerating the Yuan Qi Evil Dragon, he would use the life fire as the main thing, supplemented by the heart fire qi, and the two phases would be incinerated together.

Now I suddenly saw the fire devouring the fire of my heart to make up for my own shortcomings, and my heart suddenly sank.

It is only the life fire that incinerates the vitality of the evil dragon, why is the fire of the heart so badly depleted?

It is because after the fire of life has emitted the fire qi, if there is a slight loss, it will devour the fire qi of the heart to make up for the loss.

Everything in the world is relative.

The opposite of the loss is the surplus.

Life will lose money, will it also make a surplus, grow, grow?

The answer is obvious, yes.

It's just how to strengthen the fire of life? Devour the fire of the heart?

Feng Yi observed deeply, the qi of the heart fire was exhausted, and the life fire finally recovered as before, floating quietly in the empty palace. Underneath it was the tormented dragon of vitality, moaning silently in despair.

Hurriedly swallowed a pill of the freshly baked Qi Replenishing Pill, adjusted the Yuan Force aura emitted by the Yuan Qi Evil Dragon, and digested the medicinal power.

The breath of the heart fire recovered a little, and the fire of life was still quietly suspended, indifferent.

Feng Yi communicated with his mind about life, but what he got was a thought that he was full and didn't want to eat anymore.

"The breath of the heart fire is just food that can fill the stomach for the fire of life, and it will not grow because it consumes the fire of the heart. ”

The speculation is correct, but the problem arises again.

In this case, how should Lifefire grow and grow?

If you can use life fire to refine the entry-and-exit Xuandan, you will inevitably be able to refine the entry-and-exit Xuanbing.

The power of life and fire can be seen. If it has always been such a tiny state, it would be too regrettable to not even be able to refine a furnace of elixir.

It is imperative to strengthen the fire of life.

However, Feng Yi's knowledge is limited, and he can't think of any good way to think about it.

"The Gongsun family's collection of books should be very rich, so I will find an opportunity to go to the library tomorrow. ”

Although the essence of life fire and heart fire are different, they also have many things in common.

What kind of fire is the fire of life, Feng Yi doesn't know. But if you find a way to strengthen your heart, you may also be able to use it to strengthen your life.

Let's put this matter aside for the time being, and then look at the Qi Replenishing Pill.

It is round and shiny, and the silver lines are rotten, so it is not dazzling.

The fragrance of medicine spreads and is intoxicating. It's just a pity that three grains were damaged.

"Ahem......"

Xuanqing's cough sounded outside the door.

Feng Yi retracted his thoughts, frowned and asked, "Xuanqing, is there something wrong?"

"I didn't ...... Nothing. It's late at night, isn't Childe still sleeping?" The girl's voice was a little weak, very nasal, and seemed to be infected with the wind cold.

It was fine just now, how could it suddenly catch a cold?

Feng Yi put away the pills, black dings, medicine mills and other things, got up and opened the door.

There is no moon tonight, and the autumn wind is cold.

Under the cover of night, Xuan Qingqiao stood in front of the bedroom door, and her concave and seductive delicate body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"How long have you been standing?" Feng Yi leaned sideways and motioned for her to enter the room.

The little girl turned pale and shook her head, "It didn't take long." ”

At this time, the third watch has passed, and the frost on the autumn night is heavy, and Xuanqing's long hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes are dyed with a thin layer of white frost.

In this case, she stood outside the door for at least an hour and a half.

"Why don't you go to sleep, what are you doing standing in front of my door?"

Feng Yi poured tea and was about to serve it to her, but found that the tea was cold.

took a towel at the moment, handed it to Xuanqing, and motioned for her to wipe off the hoarfrost on her head and face.

"Xuanqing is the maid of the son, and his duty is to serve the son. If Gongzi still has instructions and no one is around, wouldn't it be a dereliction of duty?"

She said it carefully, and Feng Yi listened to it with a lot of heartache.

I don't know if it's because of the similarity in appearance to Qing'er, or because the name is similar to Qing'er, Feng Yi always has an indescribable closeness to Xuanqing.

I was like this when I first met, but now that I've been in contact for a few hours, I'm getting closer and closer.

Unconsciously, he seemed to treat the other party as a clear child.

Seeing her so injured and haggard, if she saw Qing'er insisting on serving herself when she was sick, her heart suddenly felt like a knife, and she didn't blame herself.

"I don't have anything to command, just go to bed after you are done. You don't have to deliberately serve me, I'm not a son, and you're not a maid. ”

Feng Yi suddenly wanted to reach out and touch Xuanqing's hair, as if he had touched Qing'er.

But from the beginning of this thought, he forced himself to put it down.

After all, the other party is not Qing'er, a lonely man and a widow, and he is the same age, so he needs to be cautious.

Seeing that Xuanqing's pale face showed a look of panic again, Feng Yi said with a straight face: "At least in this small courtyard, I don't treat you as a maid, and you don't have to treat me as a son." ”

Xuanqing's eyes were red, and tears were well.

Feng Yi couldn't bear to see the woman crying, so he took out an antidote pill from Xuanqing, handed it to Xuanqing, and then waved his hand and said, "Take it with warm water, and you'll be fine after a night's rest." Go to sleep in the bedroom. ”

The detoxification pill can detoxify, and the disease of wind and cold is also called cold poison into the body.

Cold poison is also poison, and the detoxification pill can naturally be solved. It's just that no one should be generous enough to use an extremely precious antidote pill to treat the common wind and cold.

Or maybe only Feng Yi will be like this.

Xuan Qing looked at the pill in his hand in a daze, and his eyebrows were filled with all kinds of indescribable and inexplicable meanings.

She looked up at Feng Yi, ready to pay it back.

However, Feng Yi's right hand waved continuously, she had no choice but to give up, carefully holding this non-entry antidote pill that was enough to redeem herself after being sold, and carefully returned to the second bedroom.

The door was closed, and he stood still, tears falling and shattering into a crystal all over the ground.

How could anyone have ever given her this lowly maid as a human being? Human life is not as good as a small pill.

Now that there is a Lord like this, is it not a blessing obtained from penance in the previous life?

But said that Feng Yi, after sending Xuanqing away, blew out the candle to the bed, and lay down in his clothes.

The Silent Luck Yuan Force urged the effect of the Qi Replenishing Pill, and it was not until dawn that the exhausted Heart Fire Qi finally recovered.

Looking inside the stomach, there is still a small amount of Qi Replenishing Pill left, which is not enough to fill the heart with fire again.

The effect of the medicine is very good, and Feng Yi is very satisfied.

The heart is full of energy, the energy is hundredfold, and there is no need for sleep and no tiredness.

Feng Yi crossed his knees beside the bed and continued to incinerate the Vitality Evil Dragon.

This time, he didn't practice as desperately as before, until his heart fire qi was exhausted.

After half of the heart fire qi was consumed, he stopped cultivating.

The impurities contained in the Yuan Qi Evil Dragon are five out of ten, and its purity is comparable to the previous bit of Yuan Force Essence.

Feng Yi opened his eyes, closed his work, and got out of bed with his shoes on.

smashed a punch in the air, and the strength of flesh and blood was about 900 catties.

This is the state when the Yuan Force Breath is not used, and it is the power of pure flesh and blood.

If the divergent Yuan Force aura clings to the flesh and bones, the qi will be doubled.

The power of nearly two thousand catties of flesh and blood has surpassed the fifth-layer martial artist of the quenching body, and is infinitely close to the sixth-layer quenching body.

It can be said that he has now regained his previous combat strength.

With such combat power before, the Great Compassion Fu has already entered, and there is already a little Yuan Force Essence in the Jiang Palace.

Now I have this skill before I get started, the real great compassion, the real otherworldly mystery, the real mystery and mystery.

At the same time as Feng Yi's joy, his comprehension of the scriptures of great compassion was a little deeper.

"If the Great Compassion Fu is introduced, my physical strength alone will be enough to harden the body of a sixth-layer martial artist. If it is to generate Yuan Power, it can be equivalent to the combat power when using the Blood Burning Secret Technique before. What if you use the Blood Burning Secret Technique again to double your combat power?"

When he was fighting against Wang Er, who was in the early stage of internal rest, Feng Yi felt that his strength was not enough.

When fighting against the Purple Flame Porcupine, which is equivalent to a mid-stage martial artist of internal rest, even if the opponent is seriously injured, Feng Yi also feels the same.

At that time, Feng Yi, even if he urged the Blood Burning Secret Technique, his combat power would at most surpass the ninth layer of the quenching body, and he was infinitely close to the Inner Breath Realm.

Infinitely close to the inner breath realm, after all, it is not the real inner breath realm, it is still a physical mortal. The difference between the mysteries is like a moat, and you can step through it casually.

Inner Breath Xuan Xiu can easily kill the Quenching Nine-Layer Martial Artist, just like Wang Er that night, if it weren't for the fact that he was first frightened by the fat man and the five elders, and then he was found a flaw by Feng Yi and seriously injured in a sneak attack, how could he be defeated so simply?

But that's no longer the case.

Feng Yi has now cultivated the real Great Compassion Fu, if he gets started, and then urges the Blood Burning Secret Technique, he has the confidence that even if he encounters an early stage Xuan Xiu like Wang Er, he can definitely fight alone and fight a real battle.

There is no need for a sneak attack, no need for stratagem, just rely on strength and battle, defeat and kill.

Self-confidence arises spontaneously, Feng Yi bursts with pride, drunk like drinking elixir, and dares to laugh at Tong Xuan's husband.

Outside the window, the morning is bright, the magpie is chirping, chirping pleasantly, and with the pride of Feng Yi, the autumn breeze is more and more intoxicating.

"Bang ......"

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door outside the courtyard door.