"Is it just breathing?" For what he has been doing, Zongtian must have felt a little confused.

"I can now, but you definitely can't."

Isn't it really okay? And Yang Ling's words also showed that he was also a cultivator of soul energy.

"So what do I do?"

"Meditate."

The simple words made Zongtian understand, why Yang Ling would say that such a cultivation is a thing that outweighs the losses, let a martial artist give up fighting, and meditate at home if he has nothing to do, this is completely a nondescript thing, and why Yang Ling is a cultivator, it seems that he also has a clear answer at this time, he doesn't know how long he has lived, so he naturally won't care about wasting some time.

"Is it just meditation?" Although Yang Ling doesn't look like a joke, it is indeed difficult to be convincing with such a statement.

"Aren't you better at feeling? It's good enough for you to be able to sit still. ”

He didn't know when he was good at feeling, but when he heard such words, he straightened his sitting posture.

"Do you still use cross-legged?" It may seem like a nonsensical question, but people are often at a loss for such overly simplistic requirements.

"It doesn't matter, you just have to find a comfortable position and let your whole attention be on your breathing." Hearing these words, Zong Tian had no choice but to take a deep breath and close his eyes. Without the interference of his vision, Zongtian was also slowly immersed in his own world, but the world in Zongtian's mind seemed to be much more lively than outside.

Lao Yang said to meditate, and you can collect soul energy by sitting like this? How do you think that at this time, I also seem to be a fake master, and breathe, exhale, inhale, what can be in this? Anyway, it's so boring to sit like this.

It's already good for you to be able to sit still, and finally understand why Yang Ling said such a thing, with Zongtian's cranky character, such meditation almost instantly killed him, at this time he seemed to have a disco in his head, maybe when he opened his eyes, his mood could be more peaceful.

However, the moment Zongtian opened his eyes, the weak appearance of the soul creation also met his eyes, and it seemed that he really had to do it. Slowly calming down, Zongtian gradually focused his attention on his breathing. Maybe it's like Yang Ling said, compared to that kind of textbook-like content, Zongtian is indeed more suitable for direct feeling, and almost at the moment of concentration, Zongtian discovered the strange smell in the air.

Unlike the dreary city of the city, the air here is full of freshness and vitality, and not only that, but there seems to be something more different in the air. Although the difference hidden in the depths was only because he couldn't detect it at all, it didn't make much difference to Zongtian, and the kind of soul energy that had a unique pulse was the soul energy he was looking for.

As a person who loves to think crankily, he found something to do in his own feelings, and he also concentrated his nerves beyond the abnormal. At this time, Zongtian is like a hungry child, peeling a boiled egg, because he is full of anticipation and is extremely careful, and because of that extraordinary careful, he is more serious than wanting to touch a little bit of protein, and Zongtian is in such a state, he catches the soul energy hidden between breaths, and then Zongtian is at a loss in that abnormal joy.

"And then what should I do?"

"Huh?" At this time, Yang Ling was about to get up from the ground, but Zongtian's sudden words made him forget what he was doing in an instant.

"So fast?" Although he reacted to what Zongtian's problem was, Yang Ling maintained a twisting movement that was about to get up but hadn't gotten up yet. But it's actually no wonder that Yang Ling, imagine if you just assigned a child a difficult homework, and as a result, you haven't even stretched your waist, and the child tells you that you're done, how will you react?

"Aang." Zongtian didn't have too many strange feelings at this time, although the time he closed his eyes just now was not long, but for a young man who was impatient, the effort of that moment just now might be regarded as fifteen, six, seven, eighty or nine minutes by him.

"And then?"

"Then you try to guide it, wait......" As if he was afraid that Zongtian would complete the task he assigned in an instant, Yang Ling also stopped Zongtian before closing his eyes, "Then guide it to find it in your body, there will always be a place where they are needed." ”

Yang Ling's words seemed to be a little irresponsible, but Zongtian still did it honestly. Because he had already grasped that feeling, and when Zongtian fell silent again, the soul energy was also firmly grasped by him. But this kind of grasping is a metaphor after all, and those soul energies only come and go with the breath, and they seem to be only doing a short stop in their own bodies.

How do you guide it? Can soul energy be controlled as freely as breathing air? Thinking of this, Zongtian also tried to use his thoughts to interfere with the direction of those soul energies, but the result was only in vain. In this way, the spirit was covered with the soul energy that could not be retained, and Zongtian fell into thinking again, and an incident that had just happened recently also came to mind.

It was a swirling flame, and it was the result of Zongtian's research, but it was also the culprit who had harmed him to such a point. Although the fireball can only be regarded as a beginner magic, it also contains a skill that is well known to the sky, and it is the whirling vortex that can hold those irascible souls together. If even that kind of inspired soul energy can be gathered together in this way, let alone those that exist calmly in the air.

Thinking of this, Zongtian also began to try, although it was the same discovery, but in terms of approach, it was completely different from the previous one. Before, it was to find the equilibrium of the vortex, but now it is artificially created the vortex. Just when Zongtian was distressed, the soul energy that moved with his breath was suddenly pulled, but it still couldn't resist the force of the exhalation after all. Although he did not succeed in leaving the soul energy, such a movement was enough to attract the attention of Zongtian, who was also carefully aware of what attracted the soul energy that moved with the breath.