Could it be related to those bizarre visions yesterday? Zhan Feihong scratched his hair, thinking about it, there was only one possibility. Vaguely remembering the dragon-shaped fetus with a black light shining in his chest and abdomen, he couldn't help but feel excited, he checked it many times this morning, but he never saw the fetus again.

"Five stars, come out quickly, don't delay your cultivation!" Seeing that his natal spirit beast was nesting in the ant hole and refused to show his head, Zhan Feihong was a little anxious.

And the five-star let Zhan Feihong call him, but there was no movement. Seeing that the work of half a pillar of incense had passed, Zhan Feihong had to urge the vein mark in his body.

This vein seal is a means for the natal spirit beast and the spiritual cultivator to call each other when making a blood sacrifice, and Zhan Feihong has not used it a few times in the past four years, so it is inevitably rusty to use it.

The five fingers crossed into a strange shape, and the veins on the back of the hand began to gradually emerge on the leather surface, and Zhan Feihong silently guided the formation of the veins in his heart. In the blink of an eye, the chaotic blood lines on the backs of his two hands turned into a printed outline, and his arms couldn't help but tremble.

"Five stars, call!" Zhan Feihong opened his eyes, staring at the hole in the black soil, but found that the veins on the back of his hand were gradually glowing with black qi. He blinked his eyelids, this black qi still did not disappear, and he couldn't help but be afraid.

But at this moment, Wuxing suddenly jumped out of the hole and jumped onto the back of his hand where the pulse mark appeared. "You know?" Zhan Feihong slowly raised his arms to shoulder level, bent his arms, and took a closer look at the little guy.

The five-star changed its frightened appearance just now, and it seemed to climb onto the boy's shoulder very obediently, and let out some intimate sounds unique to gold-devouring ants. Zhan Feihong glanced at the back of his hand, and the black qi disappeared along with the Lianmai mark. He shook his hand, and there were no symptoms of discomfort, so he had to put his mind back on cultivation.

If it comes, it will be safe。。。。。。

For the visions of yesterday and today, the fear in his consciousness has been replaced by numbness, and the various experiences of the past four years have honed the young man's mind, and his adaptability is many times stronger than that of other children of the same age.

Silently closing his eyes, Zhan Feihong crossed his legs and held the five stars in the right position on his chest. With the internal operation of the exhibitor's "Jin Yuangong", one man and one beast gradually entered the situation of double modulation and harmony.

In the world where Zhan Feihong is located, heaven and earth are full of aura. In this endless spiritual land, all kinds of spirit beasts have been derived, some of which are good, some are evil, and the most intelligent is the head of all spirits: human beings.

What is helpless is that the most intelligent human beings have lost the ability to absorb the aura of heaven and earth during the period of evolution, as if God did it on purpose.

However, with the endless exploration and knowledge of human beings, they finally found an indirect way thousands of years ago to enjoy the irrigation and nourishment of the aura of heaven and earth again, so that they can be strong and prolong their lives.

This is the most extensive spiritual cultivation method in the world today, raising other spiritual beasts that are still low in spiritual wisdom but can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and using special cultivation methods to obtain their spiritual power. Although this method of indirectly absorbing the aura is not as fast as directly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, it is better than nothing.

As a result, many spirit animals have been developed and raised, and as for those varieties that are not raised, they have all been classified in a new term "fierce beast". Thousands of years have passed, the spiritual sects in the world, the families have bloomed, and the breeding of spirit animals has also emerged in an endless stream, and then the current situation has been formed.

Zhan Feihong's practice is a whole day. In order to make up for the wasted energy yesterday, he even saved two meals. It wasn't until late afternoon that he opened his eyes again.

"Alas, I thought I could hit the big luck, but I didn't expect the aura to still grow a little bit. After a day's hard work, the growth of aura was equivalent to pouring a small spoonful of water into the jar, and Zhan Feihong couldn't help but muttered to himself.

The spiritual energy absorption of the natal spirit beast is twice that of ordinary spirit beasts, and he, who is the five-star gold-devouring ant with the most abundant spiritual power in the family, is more than the four-star used by the two elders of the family, it is filled many times. But these two major advantages are attached to the body, and Zhan Feihong's cultivation speed is not as fast as the children who use two or three star spirit beasts in the same year, which is really frustrating enough.

Originally, Zhan Feihong had silently accepted this situation, but the difference between yesterday and today made his calm heart ripple again. As a result, the ghost dragon fetus that flashed with light, the five-colored light circle, and the black dragon claws that penetrated the chest really became Nan Ke's dream, and it didn't affect him at all.

"After all, you have to rely on your own efforts。。。。。。 Zhan Feihong patted his head, and the expectant heart sank again, replaced by a persistent belief.

Reiki Nabi, he stood up with his legs propped up. Five Stars obediently turned back into the fence, and the two glittering golden eyes stared at the boy tightly.

Today's spiritual cultivation is no longer just satisfied with the state of strengthening the body and prolonging life, since a spiritual cultivator created a set of combat techniques corresponding to his spirit beasts, the major spiritual sects have been developing spiritual martial arts skills one by one. "If you don't cultivate your skills, you will be bullied when you go out. It has become the mantra of today's spiritual practitioners.

Zhanjia Qianjun Fist is the signature combat technique created by the ancestor of Zhanjia when he took root in Qingshui. Every time Zhan Feihong finishes his soul, he has to practice Qianjun Fist for an hour or two to ensure that he will not fall behind other children of the same clan in terms of combat skills.

"Huh?" As soon as the aura reached the palm of his hand, Zhan Feihong noticed a hint of abnormality.

I saw that the layer of misty white light in his palms was mixed with a trace of imperceptible golden ripples. This ripple continued to spread with the agitation of the white light, and then retracted into the palm of the hand.

It's not unseen this kind of golden light Zhan Feihong, when the grandfather was alive, a set of Qianjun punches down, and there will be golden lights and shadows around.

But grandpa is a master of the spiritualization period, and among the three major families of Qingshui, only grandpa broke through the spiritualization period and was promoted to spiritualization. There are two whole spiritual periods behind him, and with nearly twenty lines, why can he wave this glimmer of golden light?

Zhan Feihong stared intently at his clenched fists, and the golden ripples had gathered in the center of the fist at this time, turning into a small dot.

He walked over to the soft vine stake where he used to practice, took a deep breath, and then used his most skillful punch to punch and hit it.

As the fist reached, the wounded part of the soft rattan pile was deeply dented, and it was not until Zhan Feihong's forearm was three-quarters of the way into it that it began to slow down.

Eventually, the boy's forearm was completely sunk inside, and only half of his elbow could be seen. "Jackboxing。。。。。。 Zhan Feihong vaguely remembered that his grandfather had said to himself that this soft vine was extremely tough, and it was specially used to test the strength of his fists.

Until tonight, his fist could only penetrate five or six inches deep, but he didn't expect that now this punch would stab about ten inches, and if calculated according to the strength of the fist, it would be nearly a thousand catties of strength.

He couldn't help but think of the punch that Zhan Mang used to test before yesterday's fight, which was only a little more than nine inches. Unexpectedly, with the level of the four-pattern Lingmeng, he actually hit a punch of nearly 1,000 catties, which is out of the scope of the common sense of the teenager.

Watching in disbelief as his arm bounced out of the rattan stake, he went limped and sat down on the ground. "This is what I called。。。。。。 Muttering to himself, Zhan Feihong stared blankly at his fist-beating right arm.

I saw that the golden dot had disappeared after the punch, and only a misty white light was left tightly wrapped around the fist.

He tried to punch again, this time less than a quarter of the way into his forearm. It seemed that this sudden force had been beaten back to its original shape with the disappearance of the golden dot.

Zhan Feihong settled down, turned his head and carefully observed the five stars on the side, but after looking at it for a long time, he still didn't find any difference from the past. He nodded silently, although he couldn't detect anything unusual in Na Ling, but what happened yesterday still affected him.

Whether this effect is good or bad is not yet to be judged. But as far as that punch is concerned, it was enough to make the boy so excited that he couldn't sleep. After four years of predicament, there is finally a hint of a turnaround, no matter how calm his mood is, he will be excited.

"Let's hope it's not a dream。。。。。。 Zhan Feihong clasped his trembling fingers, hurriedly opened the door, picked up the two rice bowls that others had placed at the door, quickly ate the only meal of the day, and continued to cultivate with the five stars in high spirits.

This practice passed all night, and the next morning, he slowly woke up from the situation of double modulation. Mind drive is a very laborious thing, and the all-night cultivation caused Zhan Feihong's brain to be dizzy, but he still endured sleepiness and came to the soft rattan pile, and once again operated the aura according to the routine of Qianjun Fist.

Accompanied by a misty white light, two golden ripples about twice as thick as the previous ones appeared, constantly floating around the palm.

Seeing this golden ripple, the young man let out a long breath, and then he couldn't wait to condense his fist, the golden light turned into a point, and then hit the soft vine pile.

It was still about ten inches deep, but this time the point of light did not disappear because of this punch, but only became a few points smaller.

Zhan Feihong couldn't help but rub his eyes with his other hand to make sure he was not mistaken. If it doesn't disappear, does it mean that you can punch again? The young man's brain turned, and he turned his hand according to the soft rattan pile, and sure enough, it was nearly a thousand catties of strength.

In this way, as long as you cultivate enough, you can also hit hundreds of punches, or even thousands of punches, that surpass your own spiritual strength。。。。。。

"Grandpa, grandson, I'm finally getting through!" he thought of this, and with a smile that hadn't appeared on his face for a long time, he took a few steps back and fell on the bed, falling asleep in a few breaths.

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