That being said, but if you don't use good resources, isn't it the same as guarding Baoshan to beg for food?

You know, he just released a little bit of the black true element, and he made Rong Baiqian, who had already stepped into the psychic realm with half a foot, helpless, if he made good use of it, wouldn't it be ......

Fang Zhen didn't dare to think about it anymore, only felt a little dry mouth.

As a martial artist, there is no one who does not crave power, and Fang Ji is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, and is even more fascinated than others.

Since the first day he entered the sect, he has shown a superior cultivation talent, and since then he has been cultivated as the future successor of the sect master.

He did not disappoint either, and before the age of sixteen, he successfully advanced to the realm of the Martial Artist Nine Heavens, leaving his peers far behind.

Just when everyone thought that he was about to break through to the psychic realm and create the history of the Qingshan Sect, things changed, and in the two years since, his cultivation has not improved at all.

Those two years were definitely the darkest two years in his life, he couldn't see hope, he couldn't see the other side, he could only cultivate day after day, and stand still day after day.

It was precisely because of this that Gu Yuan decided to let him go down the mountain to practice.

In the three-year test of life and death, although Fang Zhen's qualifications have increased greatly, he has never taken a step forward in cultivation, so that he was ambushed and calculated in the small secret realm, and he almost died.

Later, the ancestor of the Jin family came to provoke, and he could only watch from the sidelines, and that sense of powerlessness had been deeply immersed in his bone marrow.

"If I had broken through the barrier earlier, would I have wasted these five years?

Thinking of the aggressive posture of the Jin family ancestor when he came to the door, Fang Zhen was furious, and then gritted his teeth, took the ring off his finger, and sat cross-legged.

A few days ago, a few wisps of black true yuan from the ring entered his body, thus doubling the power of the Mountain Breaking Fist, but the sequelae were also obvious.

After waking up from his coma, Fang Zhen found that there was a wisp of black true yuan in his dantian.

You must know that the most important thing in cultivating the true yuan is purity, and there can be no impurities, otherwise even if you are at the same level, your combat effectiveness is far inferior to others.

Fang Zhen tried his best to drive it out of his body, but who knew that it stuck to Fang Zhen's dantian like maltose.

Whenever Fang Scar does something with someone, it doesn't need to be mobilized at all, it will spread on its own, and the power is great, but the price is not small.

Later, he slowly discovered that as long as he wore the ring, it would keep to himself, so from then on, he wore it even to sleep.

As soon as he took off the ring, the square mark dantian became hot when it was neutral, and it seemed that there was a scorching magma about to come out.

Although he was already mentally prepared, he was still made angry by the black true yuan that bumped into him at random in an instant.

After taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down, and then began to mobilize the natal true yuan in the dantian to fight against him.

If someone saw it at this time, they would definitely be startled by him, because he actually wanted to refine that wisp of black true yuan.

Refining the true yuan is not the same as alchemy and refining medicine, if the cultivation is not enough, it is easy to be counterattacked, and when the time comes, it must be impossible to survive or die.

Fang Scar's awakening is the dragon elephant spirit root, and the requirements for his body are extremely high, so his body is far stronger than his peers, but even so, he still can't stand the hard impact of the black true yuan, but he is already sweating in a moment.

"What the hell is this, I'm afraid that even the master's natal true yuan is far less powerful than it. ”

After entering the inner vision, Fang Zhen noticed the black true element at first glance, just like a lively little snake jumping around at will, setting off countless energy vortices.

Although this dantian is square, it has long been up to him to decide.

After half an hour, the True Yuan finally stopped being so violent, and its movements slowed down a little, Fang Scar seized the opportunity and began to release a faint Natal True Yuan to contact him.

As if sensing that Fang Scar was not hostile, it was no longer so resistant, allowing Fang Scar's natal true element to wrap it.

Fang Zhen almost laughed out loud when he saw it, he never expected that the progress would go so smoothly.

But who knows, just after the black true element was completely covered, it suddenly broke free again.

In front of it, the Natal True Yuan Barrier that Fang Scar had tried his best to build was simply like a void!

Fang Scar was slightly stunned, and then laughed, the more difficult it was to subdue, the more it showed how strong the energy it contained, maybe after completely absorbing it, it would be enough for him to return to the realm of three years ago.

That being said, no matter how strong the energy is, if it can't be refined, it's useless.

It's still a long time, and Fang Zhen is not in a hurry, so he just waits and sees.

Soon, he noticed something unusual, the black true yuan was like a life, every time he tossed for a while, he had to rest for a while, like a naughty child.

As soon as Fang Scar's inspiration moved, he suddenly had an idea, and then began to continuously release the faint natal true element to harass it and prevent it from resting.

When he was traveling, he once saw a group of eagle keepers in the northwest.

When the eaglets have just hatched and are still young eagles, the falconry keepers will catch them home, and then the two of them will take turns to take care of them, and as soon as the young eagles are napping, they will be immediately awakened.

In this way, after two months, the wildness of the eagle will be polished and sent away.

Fang Scar concocted it in the same way, and used all means to harass it, just not to let it rest.

It worked, and after a few hours, its movements slowed down completely, sometimes without moving a cup of tea.

Fang Scar knew that the opportunity had come, so he mobilized all the natal essence to sweep towards it.

All he entered the dantian was a wisp of consciousness, but even so, when he touched that black true element, he still felt his breath stagnate.

This coercion, even in front of his master Gu Yuan, he had never felt it.

After a few hours of fierce battles, Fang Scar almost became the end of the crossbow, but he did not rest, and immediately began refining.

Fang Zhen understood the truth that greed can't chew too much, so he wasn't in a hurry, he just pulled a trace from it, but who knew that even this trace of true yuan he had only refined half of it.

He felt like a filled tank of water that would overflow as soon as he poured another bowl of water in.

Before he could rest for a moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Anyone is coming so late?"

Fang Zhen frowned slightly, then gathered his mind and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and it was only at this time that he realized that it was already dawn, and he had just sat like this all night.

What's even more strange is that instead of feeling the slightest tiredness, he is a little refreshed.

Fang Scar turned his head for the first time and looked at the ring.