Time flies like a white horse, rushing to and fro.

In late autumn, it was cold, the cold wind swept the earth, everything was silent, Muyun Village was covered with dead leaves, and only a few roads that were often walked were cleaned by the villagers.

This year's Muyun Village seems to be much colder than before, and Muyun Village is also busier than ever, and the strongest uncles in the village are carrying hunting tools on their backs to look for prey in the depths of Muyun Mountain. In order to provide food and supplies for the villagers of Muyun Village in winter.

At the foot of Muyun Mountain, Tong Ling'er was bare-chested, sitting cross-legged on a pile of rocks in the lake, and from time to time there were icy splashes of water on his body, but he ignored it, and it seemed that he didn't feel half a bit cold.

Half a month has passed, under Mu Hongchen's careful teaching, Tong Ling'er is no longer a cultivation novice who doesn't know anything, he is smart, he has mastered all the theoretical knowledge in a few days, and now he no longer needs Mu Hongchen's guidance from time to time, and he can practice alone.

Tong Ling'er opened her eyes and felt the strong spiritual power in her body, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. Half a month of cultivation not only consolidates the first spiritual realm of the psychic realm, but also cultivates this level to perfection, and only needs a slight opportunity to break through.

At this time, I saw Tong Ling'er standing up, staring at the water with her eyes like torches, her right fist clenched, and a colorless and invisible spiritual power appeared out of thin air.

Drink!

With a punch, the water suddenly rippled, exploding like a depth charge, and the fish that had been floating on the surface of the water were all turning their bellies and died.

Tong Ling'er was secretly surprised, this spiritual power was released, it was really extraordinary, no wonder cultivators were so powerful, just the first layer of the psychic realm could have such power, how powerful would the Hua Dan realm and the spirit infant realm be, not to mention the supreme heavenly soul realm!

Tong Linger no longer dares to think about it, the more she thinks about it, the more ambitious she will be, which is really bad for her state of mind. Put away your mind and prepare to continue cultivating on your knees.

"Old Yang!"

At this moment, a roar broke Tong Ling'er's cultivation, and the voice was very distant, but with his current ear power, he could naturally hear it clearly.

Tong Ling'er opened her eyes and looked into the depths of Muyun Mountain: "This voice seems to be Da Zhuang's father... Not good!"

Tong Ling'er stood up suddenly, jumped into the water, and swam quickly to the shore. He knew that Muyun Village had the habit of hunting in autumn, and the roar was so miserable that he didn't need to think about it to know that the villagers were in danger.

In a few breaths, Tong Ling'er had already come to the shore, ignoring her wet body, and quickly galloped away in the direction of the roar, the speed, like a wind, leaving an afterimage.

There are spirit beasts in the world, mostly hidden in the deep mountains and not born, the grade of the spirit beast is like a cloud, so it is divided into nine clouds, a cloud spirit beast is the secondary, the nine cloud beast is a legend, no one can hear it.

But after a while, Tong Ling'er saw several figures confronting a huge beast, and when she got closer, she couldn't help but be surprised, it was actually a cloud weevil.

The weevil beast is the descendant of the beast brown elephant and the spirit beast mountain carapace beast, the blood is mottled, there is rarely a cloud, most of them are powerful beasts, and they cannot enter the rank.

But even a cloud weevil beast is not something that ordinary villagers can fight against, ordinary weevils have rough skin and thick flesh, although they are herbivorous and warm, but they also need five or six villagers to catch, not to mention the spirit beasts that have entered the rank.

At this time, the weevil beast had already been angered by Uncle Gao's several villagers, and the villagers were caught off guard and were seriously injured several times, and one of the legs of one person was still trampled under the feet of the weevil beast at this time, dying and struggling.

"Uncle Gao, get out of the way, this is a spirit beast, it's not something you can deal with!" Gao Ling'er encountered such a tricky problem for the first time, but fortunately, he was calm and hurriedly shouted.

"Ling'er, why are you here, hurry, run! It's too dangerous here!" Uncle Gao saw that the villagers were seriously injured one by one, his eyes were already red, and he yelled when he saw Ling'er thinking about it.

Tong Ling'er saw that Uncle Gao had lost his mind, and knew that it was useless to say anything at the moment, so he observed the surroundings and quickly thought of countermeasures.

"The primary purpose is to lure the weevil away first, as long as the villagers escape, everything is easy to say!"

After thinking for a moment, Tong Ling'er didn't stop, picked up a few stones casually, and gave spiritual power, but his eyes were looking for the weakness of the weevil.

Weevils are known for their rough skin and thick flesh, and the skin on the top and bottom of the weevils that have entered the rank is extremely hard, and ordinary swords cannot pierce it at all.

"Eyes!" Tong Ling'er's eyes flashed, and with a flip of his wrist, a stone suddenly shot towards the weevil's eyes.

While!

How could the weevil beast sit still and wait for death, he had already spotted Tong Ling'er's figure, and when the other party threw his hand and threw stones, the weevil beast closed its eyes.

"Hmph, that's pretty smart. Tong Ling'er sneered, disapproving, because he found another weakness of the armored beast. "I don't believe it, you can close your eyelids, and you can hide your eggs!"

Whoosh!

A terrible roar came from the weevil's mouth, and the sound pierced the sky.

A stone hit the weevil's egg with great precision, the heart-rending pain that could not be expressed in words, in short, several villagers saw it, and they all immediately clamped their legs, drenched in cold sweat.

The weevil beast turned to face Tong Ling'er, its mouth snorting and spitting anger, its eyes were bloodshot, obviously, all the rage could only be vented by trampling Tong Ling'er into flesh.

Tong Ling'er saw that she had successfully attracted the attention of the weevil, so she turned around and ran, shouting as she ran: "Uncle Gao, you take the villagers back to the village quickly, it will be too late again!"

"Tong Ling'er! don't!" Uncle Gao roared heartbreakingly, he didn't know that Tong Ling'er had already stepped into the martial arts, thinking that Tong Ling'er would have to risk his life in order to save the villagers.

The weevil kept roaring, chasing the weak human in front of it, and it was going to crush him!

After running for a mile, Tong Ling'er finally stopped. With a slight innocent smile, he turned to face the armored beast.

The weevil stopped, furious but wondering why the human in front of him didn't run away, instinctively vigilant, and couldn't help but confront each other.

"Today, I'm going to use you to try the effect of my cultivation for half a month. Weevil beast brother, I'm sorry!" Tong Ling'er raised her fist and stroked it.

Where can the weevil beast understand, seeing that Tong Ling'er didn't make any moves, he didn't care about anything else, and his strong body slammed into Tong Ling'er savagely!

Seeing this, Tong Ling'er raised a ghostly smile at the corner of her mouth, and the spiritual power of her right fist was released, not retreating but advancing, and also rushed towards the weevil.

He's going to go toe-to-toe with the weevil!

The weevil beast roared, with a hint of disdain in his voice, laughing at Tong Ling'er's indiscretion. In its life, it has never seen a human dare to face it, although its knowledge is only in the area of Muyun Mountain.

Bang!

In just an instant, Tong Ling'er's fist and the head of the weevil beast confronted each other, colliding together, and the brutal force brought a ripple around it, and the dead leaves flew and the fallen leaves were colorful.

Boom!

Incredibly, the weevil's strong body fell, I am afraid that it will die, and I don't understand, it turns out that it is not self-sufficient!

Tong Ling'er put away her fists, watched the weevil's entire head collapse, kicked it with her foot, and after confirming that it was really dead, she couldn't help but sit on the ground with a thud, panting.

The blow just now drained all the spiritual power in Tong Ling'er's body, and he was not stupid, even if he knew that the weevil beast was only a cloud grade, but when he didn't figure out how strong his strength was, he still struck with all his strength, which was the safest!

Once again, I realized the power of the three soul psychics, three times the cultivation speed of ordinary people, and naturally three times the recovery speed of ordinary people, just for a moment of pranayama, the empty dantian was filled again.

Standing up, Tong Ling'er circled around the weevil, kicked again, and couldn't help muttering to herself: "This weevilbeast looks like it weighs five thousand pounds, I don't know if I can lift it?"

As he spoke, he used his spiritual power to penetrate his whole body, grabbed the weevil's backbone with both hands, riveted his strength, and slowly lifted the weevil's head overhead!

"Hmm, it's so easy, this power is too powerful, isn't it? This feeling, it's no problem to lift another weevil!" Tong Ling'er sighed at the same time, and finally knew what level the strength level of the first layer of the psychic realm was.

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine, after all, Tong Ling'er started from the first layer of the psychic realm, which is a whole big realm, if it is an ordinary person, just the traverse realm, it is enough to take a year or two or even longer to reach it.

However, even if the Tongmai Realm is not accessible to the Seven Spirits, the dantian is not opened, and it is impossible to store spiritual power in the dantian, it is still the existence of perceiving spiritual power, and it is also the existence of the chakra that is baptized by spiritual power every day, and the strength is already incomparable to ordinary people who cannot cultivate!

Even if it is a channeling realm, as long as there are four spirit chakras to deal with this weevil, it is more than enough! What's more, it is still the second largest realm of the psychic realm! The great realm, the difference between one realm, the difference between clouds and mud, the higher the realm, the more obvious it is.

"Alas... The master is lonely!"

Holding the weevil, Tong Ling'er left in a rage.