Time is like water, and another month has passed.

Now, two months have passed since Zhou Qing's retreat, and in the past two months, Tianzong Academy has been very calm.

After all, those students came to the Heavenly Sect Academy, but their purpose was to be able to continuously improve their strength in the next few years of cultivation, so that they could become world-famous powerhouses in the future.

But not everyone is like Zhou Qing, who dares to openly provoke the tutor in the academy, and even seriously injure the law enforcement team.

However, after Zhou Qing insulted Wu Qingyuan and seriously injured Wu Qiu that day, the incident seemed to settle down with the appearance of Shangguan Yi.

And in the following days, even if Zhou Qing never appeared in the school, no one ever troubled him.

In the cultivation room, Zhou Qing sat cross-legged on the futon like an old monk in meditation.

As time passed, a huge whirlpool gradually formed on the top of Zhou Qing's head, and the rolling spiritual power roared and continued to pour into his body.

And so another three days passed.

Rumble!

Suddenly, in Zhou Qing's body, a low buzzing sound resounded.

His clothes were windless, and a powerful spiritual power fluctuation suddenly erupted from his body.

Then, Zhou Qing's ninth meridian suddenly penetrated under the impact of the surging spiritual power, and the spiritual power was like a river, flowing rapidly between its meridians.

With all the nine meridians in his body opening up, the spiritual power in Zhou Qing's body appeared to be extremely smooth between the circulation, and the powerful and incomparable power flowed through his body, and that kind of power was several times stronger than the Eight Layers of the Open Pulse Realm.

However, after Xiu Wei broke through to the ninth level of the Open Pulse Realm, the expression between Zhou Qing's eyebrows only fluctuated for a moment, and a determined look appeared on his face again.

In this retreat, his purpose was not just to break through the Nine Folds of the Open Pulse Realm, but he wanted to impact the Purple Mansion Realm.

As a result, Zhou Qing once again gathered his mind, the magic trick in his hand changed, and in the space, the majestic spiritual power once again frantically converged towards his body.

Purple Mansion Realm, this realm needs to operate the huge spiritual power in the body, open up the Purple Mansion in the body, and accumulate the spiritual power in the Purple Mansion.

Once the spiritual power is stored in the Purple Mansion, then in the future, when fighting against people, the spiritual power in the body can be said to be endless, and many of its own means can be used at will.

In Zhou Qing's body, the spiritual power between the nine meridians, under his control, rushed towards the first purple mansion in his body.

As the first purple mansion he wanted to open up, Zhou Qing chose the position on his right shoulder.

Because, because Zhou Qing cultivated the Ben Thunder Palm, in the process of fighting with people, what he urgently needed most was to gather his spiritual power in the palm of his hand in the shortest possible time.

And when the first Purple Mansion on the right shoulder is opened, Zhou Qing will be able to have an almost endless stream of spiritual power, and at that time, the power of the Thunder Palm will increase by a few points again.

After Zhou Qing chose the location of the first Purple Mansion, the rolling spiritual power continued to impact towards a certain place on his right shoulder.

Thundered......

Under the impact of the vast spiritual power, Zhou Qing's right shoulder seemed to have the sound of angry waves hitting the shore.

The opening of the Purple Mansion is much more difficult than opening up the meridians, and under the impact of that kind of spiritual power, there will be bursts of tearing from time to time, so the muscles on Zhou Qing's face trembled slightly.

Before I knew it, more than 20 days had passed.

In the cultivation room, Zhou Qing slowly opened his eyes, and the spiritual power surging around his body also calmed down, and he let out a long breath, with a slight look of regret between his eyebrows.

Although, for more than twenty days after breaking through the Nine Realms of the Open Pulse Realm, he had been trying hard to impact the Purple Mansion Realm, but in the end he still failed.

Compared with the Purple Mansion Realm and the Open Pulse Realm, there is an essential difference between the two.

The powerhouse of the Purple Mansion Realm, because of the existence of the Purple Mansion in his body, can store a large amount of spiritual power, and many of his own means can be used at will.

As for those who are strong in the Open Pulse Realm, due to the lack of spiritual power in the meridians, some martial arts will often be hindered by many constraints.

Zhou Qing originally thought that with the rich spiritual power in this cultivation room, he would be able to have great confidence and break through the Purple Mansion Realm.

But when he really reached the ninth level of the Open Pulse Realm and hit the Purple Mansion Realm, he realized that his thoughts were a little too naïve.

Reborn in one life, the Ancient Qing Emperor Technique that Zhou Qing had cultivated became more in line with himself, and Zhou Qing could feel that in this life, when he hit the Purple Mansion Realm again, whether it was the barrier of his own Purple Mansion or the spiritual power he needed, it was much more than in his previous life.

Now, although Zhou Qing has touched the threshold of the Purple Mansion Realm, his breakthrough still lacks a trace of opportunity.

"It's me who is a little too hasty!" Zhou Qing shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Being in the imperial capital, the countless crises lurking in the dark gave him great pressure, and Zhou Qing was eager to break through, in order to be able to have real self-preservation power.

But Zhou Qing also understood that although he had the experience of his previous life, his perception of each realm was enough, and the reason why his strength was weak was that he did not have enough spiritual power reserves.

Zhou Qing originally wanted to frantically absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, so that his realm could be improved by leaps and bounds in a short period of time.

However, today, after feeling the difficulty of breaking through the Purple Mansion Realm, Zhou Qing's mood calmed down.

"Martial arts practice, the most taboo rush to achieve, although I have enough perception of each realm, only lack enough spiritual power to be able to break through, but in this life, after all, I have some wonderful changes in my body, even I can't say it, in this way, I should be quiet, feel the changes in each of my realms, seek progress in stability, and break through step by step. ”

Zhou Qing sighed lightly in his heart, and in an instant, he got up and left the cultivation room.

This retreat lasted for about three months, and he spent nearly 10 million taels on staying in the cultivation room for these three months.

Such a terrifying number, presumably even if it is a wealthy person like Dong Ze, he can't easily come up with it.

However, Zhou Qing didn't care about these at all, in this world, only strength is the most real thing, as for money, everything is just floating clouds.

After leaving the cultivation room, Zhou Qing did not immediately return to his residence, he followed the sheep's intestine path in the academy, all the way to the north, and finally came to the mountain behind the academy.

After nearly three months of retreat, Zhou Qing's mood became a little depressed.

Standing on the top of the mountain, feeling the comfort of the breeze, all the gloomy feelings in Zhou Qing's heart gradually swept away, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips.

Just when Zhou Qing felt the softness of the mountain wind, behind him, a low shout suddenly came.

"Brother Zhou, is it really you?"

Zhou Qing frowned, he gathered his mind, looked behind him, and immediately saw a familiar figure.

It was a teenager in the fourteenth and fifth five-fiveth years, the young man looked ordinary, and his clothes were very plain, typical of the kind of people who couldn't be found if they were thrown into the pile.

However, on the young man's delicate face, in those dark eyes, there seemed to be a sharp light released, which made people tremble, and this young man was Yang Fan.