I slept for eighty-one days.

Still sleeping! The young woman grabbed Qian Er's body and threw it on the ground.

Why are you here, are you cultivating well, so rude. Qian Er rubbed his eyes and complained dissatisfiedly.

There's only one month, and if you can't refine the orange fire, I'll throw you into the herd. The young woman said coldly.

Alas, it's a pity that this beautiful face is so ruthless, Qian Er sighed and began to cultivate. With the breathing method, Qian Er kept trying to fuse the breath in his body, when the two breaths collided in a loop, at the moment of fusion, there would always be a trace of heat bursting, and it would take the shortest time to extract this trace of heat and convert it into a fire source. And the orange fire source, to integrate the power of the flesh into the consciousness to capture the fleeting heat, almost, almost, Qian Er devoted himself to the training of fire refining.

Once it doesn't work, twice, it merges, then separates, and then collides, and it's extremely difficult to grasp the hundredths of a second.

After thousands of memories of fusion, separation, collision and refusion, the two wisps of breath moved more and more smoothly, and the sensation generated by the impact became more and more controllable, gradually almost to the point of doing whatever they wanted. I don't know how long it took, but a cluster of orange flames suddenly appeared in Qian Er's palm.

Qian Er became more and more sophisticated, and he was finally able to refine clusters of orange fireballs. I feel that the time seems to have only taken a little more than half a month.

The rest of the time can tease the little purple squirrel, and you can take a nap or something.

Coming, the young woman's cold voice sounded again.

A large yellow tripod was placed in front of him, and the potion had been added. The young woman faintly urged: Hurry up and refine the orange fire.

Didn't you say a month?

Where is there so much nonsense. The young woman became impatient.

Qian Er slowly refined a cluster of weak orange flames.

The young woman grabbed the flame and was about to press it on Qian Er's head, I will refine, I will refine! Qian Er screamed and covered his hair, just like this, his head was burned in a large area.

Qian Er had no choice but to refine three orange fireballs and handed them to the young woman, begging and saying, let's discuss whether we can light a small fire first. Before she finished speaking, the young woman had already thrown the fire ball under the ding, but in a few seconds, the ding gurgled and boiled.

Qian Er had nowhere to hide, and was thrown into the ding by the young woman, Qian Er tried to jump out several times, but was picked up by the young woman and pressed down with a shovel. Qian Er seemed to have entered the stone crusher, there were countless sledgehammers dancing up and down, breaking every inch of Qian Er's bones, and it seemed that there was a huge grinder, the bones were crushed into slag, Ji'er was crushed into fine powder, the medicinal soup was constantly condensed and washed and turned into powder, and the non-stop speed of the breathing method seemed to be unable to keep up with the frequency of crushing, this was the rhythm of crushing to death! Qian Er couldn't help but jump over and over again, and the young woman pressed it over and over again, and then simply picked up the shovel and kept patting.

After I don't know how long it was, Qian Er finally stopped jumping, lying in the medicinal soup and being boiled, and he could feel the bone powder quickly solidifying like gelatin. Seeing that the big shovel was still waving on the edge of the ding, he yelled angrily, can you take the broken shovel away, don't you bother!

This time, after Qian Er's body adapted to the torment, he actually fell asleep again. Before going to bed, Qian Er thought that he had walked dozens of laps from the ghost gate, and finally came back, it was quite comfortable like taking a bath, don't fucking fall asleep, and was proposed by the young woman again, and then changed the medicine and fire, can you survive it. Qian Er ran the breathing method while thinking about his thoughts, and shouted twice from time to time while teasing the medicinal juice on his body, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I can't stand it. Shouting and shouting turned into snoring, and I really fell asleep again.

Then, Qian Er was thrown to the ground again.

Maybe it was the medicinal power that was emitted with the steam in this space, the little purple squirrel absorbed the medicinal gas, and his body became more and more agile, and when he saw Qian Er lying on the ground, he ran over lively, and the small mouth arched Qian Er's hand, and Qian Er held the little purple squirrel in his chest. The little purple squirrel rubbed Qian Er's chest with his body in a friendly manner, and his little nose sniffed and breathed, greedily savoring Qian Er's body odor.

Qian Er stroked the back hair of the little purple mouse, and chattered and chattered about the bitterness in his mouth, Xiao Zi, I hurt my brother to death just now, you don't know, how fierce your mother is, that big shovel, I broke my elbow, and this, my head is broken and bleeding. Xiao Zi, don't be so fierce as your mother when you grow up.

Qian Er also looked at the young woman from time to time, thinking, what about you, you are too vicious, no wonder there is a saying on the earth called the most poisonous woman's heart, and there are beauties like scorpions.

The young woman cultivated with her eyes closed as if she hadn't heard. The light mask space shook violently a few more times, and it was the beast tide that launched another fierce attack.

The young woman glanced at Qian Er and the little purple squirrel, and then at the purple light of the Chaos Spirit Root ~ Ginseng Fruit, which became brighter and brighter. Maybe it's because of the gray holy crystal, it seems to have grown a lot faster, a hint of relief and firmness flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and walked out.

Seeing his mother leaving, the little purple squirrel jumped out of Qian Er's arms with a swish.

The little purple squirrel found the shovel, held the shovel handle in his mouth, moved his steps with difficulty, looked at Qian Er and looked at himself curiously, blinked mischievously, and dragged the shovel to the edge of his grass bed. The little purple squirrel lifted the meadow aside, and its two little paws quickly opened a large hole in the ground. He threw the shovel into the pit with great effort in his mouth, and with his two little paws quickly poured the earth and stones, and soon filled the pit and re-paved the meadow.

As if he felt that something was wrong, the little purple mouse thought about it and swept the entire ground with his tail again, so that there was no trace of dragging. ran back into Qian Er's arms again, curling up like a coquette. It may be that he exerted too much force, and his weak body trembled a little.

The little purple squirrel's actions were like a spring breeze and rain, and Qian Er's heart was so moved that he secretly decided that he must cultivate hard and cure the little purple squirrel's chronic illness as soon as possible.

Qian Er ran the breathing method and practiced for half a day, feeling that his spirit had finally recovered, and it was still rising, as if he was about to overflow the embankment of his body.

Qian Er gently put the little purple mouse on the bed, feeling that the strength in his body was uncomfortable, and he had nowhere to vent, so he remembered the military body boxing, found a place far away from the little purple mouse, and practiced it over and over again.

Qian Er's speed is getting faster and faster, the military body boxing, King Kong boxing, eagle claw boxing, Dahong boxing, whirlwind legs, and even the twenty-style one-move enemy fighting technique have been practiced by Qian Er over and over again, and gradually Qian Er has entered the realm of selflessness, and various moves have been dismantled and kneaded over and over again, kneaded and disassembled, and the breath of expansion in the body has gradually calmed down. Qian Er felt full of strength at this moment, if he met that group of hyenas again, he would solve the battle in minutes.

Alas, it was still too weak, the young woman sighed. Qian Er's head was like a basin of cold water poured down.