Looking at the drop of emerald-colored liquid suspended in the palm of Yao Lao's hand, Xiao Yan rubbed his hands, and his soul perception was so good that he could clearly sense how abundant the energy of this liquid was.

"Teacher, will you just take it?" Xiao Yan blinked, a little impatient.

"If you want to die, just take it, with your vein, you will soon become a real waste." With a blank glance at Xiao Yan, Yao Lao flicked his fingers, and the jade liquid fell into the basin of clear water in the room, and suddenly, a basin of clear water turned cyan.

"In the future, you will cultivate here, and with your cultivation talent, it will not be difficult to reach the seventh stage within a year." Yao Lao clapped his hands and smiled.

Xiao Yan was full of joy and nodded hurriedly.

"Oh, I almost forgot, this potion only lasts for two months, which means that you have to buy these things for today every two months." Yao Lao said with a smile.

Xiao Yan's face stiffened, and he nodded a little sadly. "It's really something that only the rich can afford."

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

Xiao Yan's chest was slightly slight, and between breaths, there was a great sense of rhythm, with the delay of cultivation time, the cyan water in the wooden basin gradually emitted a faint airflow, the airflow was slightly cyan, slowly climbing, and finally followed Xiao Yan's breath and drilled into the body.

Qi flowed into the body, and Xiao Yan's immature little face seemed to suddenly exude a luster like warm jade. As if sensing the increasingly abundant fighting spirit in his body, Xiao Yan's little face raised a shallow smile of relief.

Tasting the sweetness, Xiao Yan did not stop there, his eyes were still closed, the handprints on his fingertips did not move at all, he was condensed and condensed, maintaining the best cultivation state, and continued to greedily absorb the gentle energy in the cyan liquid.

The cyan water liquid stained Xiao Yan's skin, slipped into Xiao Yan's body along the pores of the skin, warmed the bones, washed the veins, and under the endless demand, more and more airflow drifted out of the water basin, and in the end, it faintly covered Xiao Yan's **** body.

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.

In the wooden basin, Xiao Yan, whose eyes were 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, Xiao Yan blinked his eyes brightly, then stood up violently, let the cold water splash from his body, stretched lazily and lazily, felt the fullness of Dou Qi in his body after three years, and muttered to himself in a little intoxication: "At this pace, I'm afraid that in two more months, I will be able to impact the fifth stage of Dou Qi." ”

Since the last time he had prepared everything, Xiao Yan had shrunk in his room for more than half a month, and in half a month, except for eating, drinking, and other things, he had 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 Yan, who had experienced three years of white-eyed ridicule. The ridicule he has endured for three years has made him clearly understand how important strength is on this continent.

It was also Chen Lin who warned Xiao Lei not to come to Xiao Yan's trouble, Xiao Yan could be so relaxed at this time, but Xiao Lei had been paying attention to Xiao Yan for a while, and was ready to find an opportunity to clean up Xiao Yan, but unfortunately, he never found a chance, because if he came directly to find trouble, Chen Lin would definitely be angry.

During this time, although Xiao Yan's life was hard, the results achieved by his cultivation were full of joy.

The spiritual liquid refined by Yao Lao was far stronger than Xiao Yan and even Yao Lao himself expected, originally thinking that even with the help of the medicinal power of the spiritual liquid, Xiao Yan would need at least a month to reach the fourth stage of Dou Qi, but he didn't expect that he would cut the time by half.

In this regard, even Yao Lao couldn't help but be a little surprised by Xiao Yan's cultivation efficiency, although this had something to do with Xiao Yan having walked this road, but this speed was 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 your cultivation speed 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 Yan's performance in the past half month was indeed a little terrifying.

Xiao Yan crawled out of the wooden basin without any scruples, looked back at the cyan water liquid that had become lighter in color, this was due to the energy contained in it being absorbed by him, 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 Yan casually put on a neat dress, then climbed onto the soft bed, and from under the pillow, he felt out the black piece of iron that had been picked up before.

The rust spots on the iron sheet have been carefully washed by Xiao Yan, and the whole is a little bright, exuding a faint luster, quite a bit of mysterious.

After half a month, in addition to cultivating with his head bored, Xiao Yan put the rest of his mind on the Xuan-level low-level fighting skills in this iron piece.

In the past half month, under the guidance of Yao Lao, Xiao Yan has gradually mastered the trick of sucking palms, but due to the thinness of the fighting qi in his body, he has never seen any substantive effect, which makes Xiao Yan a little regretful.

Holding the iron piece in his hand with both palms, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly closed, and his soul sensed, along his arm, he probed into the black iron piece with ease. As Xiao Yan's breathing became steady, the room calmed down again.

There was another long period of silence, and at a certain moment, Xiao Yan on the bed, his eyes opened violently, his right palm curled slightly, forming a claw-shaped shape, and the faint fighting qi in his body followed the control of consciousness, quickly passing through several specific veins and acupuncture points in the palm, and finally the suction erupted. (To be continued.) )