It was late at night, and the cool moonlight sprinkled in the spacious courtyard, Luo Chong was stepping on the ground with his feet relaxed, holding his breath and cultivating the power of divine consciousness.

Although his eyes were closed, Luo Chong was able to "see" the ants and insects walking around his body a hundred meters through his divine sense, and his accuracy was far beyond the naked eye.

Gradually, Luo Chong condensed his divine consciousness, concentrated his divine consciousness in his body, and looked inwardly at his blood flow, breathing rate, and soul qi flow...... As the divine consciousness continued to concentrate, Luo Chong noticed that there was an invisible connection between his divine consciousness and his body, and that feeling was extremely wonderful, as if he didn't need to move, as long as he could mobilize the activities of his physical body through his divine sense.

This seems to be a process of transforming consciousness from "invisible" to "tangible."

Luo Chong immersed himself in it tirelessly......

Since cultivating his divine consciousness in Ling Zixiao's way, this is the sixth day, although the time is not long, but the effect of cultivation is worth three or four months of cultivation in the past, and now Luo Chong's divine sense power has increased by at least two percent.

Of course, this kind of improvement tends to start quickly, and the later it gets, the more difficult it becomes.

Luo Chong slowly opened his eyes, quite excited in his heart.

"I didn't expect that only two percent of the power of divine consciousness was raised, and the effect was so great!"

Luo Chong had already initially felt the artistic conception of "meaning to punch", and he paced back and forth in the courtyard, thinking about it.

"When attacking the enemy, the first step is to generate thoughts! For example, if I want to attack the enemy's head, it must be the intention to reach the enemy's head first, and then control the body to swing the punch, the two are not synchronized, but there is a time difference!"

"And if it's a complex set of movements, because of the lag of the body, it will lead to a greater jet lag! There is often a common situation: you know that you should attack the opponent, but your body can't attack it in an instant!"

Generally speaking, the stronger the strength, the smaller the time difference, but no matter how small, the time difference will never be zero. Because no one can realize it at the same time, the fist is also reached, which is determined by the physiological structure of the person.

But the cultivation of divine consciousness seems to be able to break through this shackle and make the time difference infinitely close to zero!

It must be known that in master battles, especially those who have reached the holy level, even if they are delayed by one hundredth of a second, they may die because of this!

And when he was cultivating just now, Luo Chong spread his divine consciousness to every pore and every muscle fiber in his body, as if his physical body could follow his divine consciousness and attack out synchronously, this feeling was exactly the realm of "Consciousness to Fist"!

Of course, this kind of intentional punching is just a statement, but in this state, the jet lag is almost imperceptible.

"However, after the divine sense is strong, the one who helps me the most is the Nether Bone Claw!"

Luo Chong's mind moved, and in front of him, a white Sensen's bone claw appeared out of thin air.

It's just that the bone claw at this time is smaller than in the past, but it is more condensed, and the surface is not as rough as in the past, but has a crystal round luster, but the fingertips are as sharp as a knife, and the cold air is strong!

"Sure enough, the Nether Bone Claw is stronger and sharper than ever, and its ability to control the bone claw is more precise and free!"

As soon as his mind moved, the Netherworld Bone Claw instantly crossed an afterimage in the air, and with a poof, it was inserted into a boulder more than ten meters in front of him, and the Netherworld Bone Claw disappeared, leaving five smooth and neat holes on the boulder, and there was no crack on the edge of the hole, as if it were made into nature.

This Netherworld Bone Claw, out of nowhere, kills people invisibly, can be described as a superb weapon for sneak attack and assassination!

"This damn weather, why is it so stuffy!"

Outside the gate of the Black Dragon Guild, the guards in the black uniforms of the guild looked at the gloomy sky and complained.

"Well, it's a bit overwhelming. Another guard agreed, and looked into the guild, but at this time, the huge guild seemed deserted, and there were few people.

Since the news of Ling Zixiao's temporary residence in the Black Dragon Guild spread, almost overnight, a cultivation boom has been set off in the guild, and everyone has devoted themselves to cultivation with enthusiasm that is several times higher than before.

In everyone's opinion, Ling Zixiao's living in the guild is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if he performs outstandingly, he may be able to be favored and become Ling Zixiao's second disciple!

As for the first disciple Luo Chong, everyone can be said to be envious, jealous and hateful, and at the same time very wondering: What is the charm of this Luo Chong, so that Ling Zixiao took the initiative to accept him as an apprentice?

"Let's go to the cultivation room after our shifts! it's a waste of youth to stand here dryly!" said the guard from earlier.

"That's right, those teenagers are all working hard to cultivate now, just like little beasts!" the other guard smiled, "Although we are older, we can't lag behind, maybe Lord Ling Zixiao will take a fancy to us and soar into the sky from then on?"

"That's good, brother, we can't just talk about it, cultivate for a while, but we have to fight hard, we can't be looked down upon by those boys!"

......

While the two were talking, an old voice suddenly sounded:

"This is the Black Dragon Guild, known as the First Guild of the Empire?"

The tone was very flat, and there was a sense of disdain for the Black Dragon Guild.

"En?" The two guards couldn't help but be angry, in the imperial capital, who dared to underestimate the Black Dragon Guild?

Looking at the sound, the two were stunned.

It was an old man who spoke, dressed plainly, and looked very ordinary, but his fiery red hair was extremely conspicuous, his face was wrinkled like a stone carving, and his eyes were not shocked, as if he had seen through the world and would not be touched by anything.

And beside the old man, there stood a young girl, this girl looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with a good face and a graceful figure, but a face like a puppet, without a trace of expression, very similar to the expression of the red-haired old man, but there was more coldness in her eyes.

Although they just stood there, the two guards felt a faint coercion confined them, and their hands and feet were a little disobedient.

"May I ask who you are?......" The guards were also experienced, and they knew that the two people in front of them were not ordinary people, so they had a bit of respect in their tones.

This time, it was the girl who spoke: "I want to challenge the ten powerhouses of the Black Dragon Guild!"

Yes?

The girl's words were so sudden that the two guards didn't turn their minds for a while.

One of the guards frowned and asked, "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant, you mean ......"

Without waiting for the guard to finish speaking, the girl's eyes were cold, and she looked at him and said, "I, I want to challenge the ten powerhouses of the Black Dragon Guild, is it clear enough?"