After the green energy entered the body, the surging battle qi emanating from the little tiger's body gradually weakened, and finally turned into a layer of bright purple light mist, enveloping its body.

The little tiger immediately lay down, closed his purple pupils, and said to Ling Piaohan.

"I need some time to absorb this energy completely, and don't bother me for an hour."

Ling Piaohan also walked away with interest when he heard this, he heard a trace of seriousness in the tone of the little tiger, and naturally understood the importance of this matter, and did not dare to disturb.

Ling Piaohan turned around and walked to the grove behind him, found a clearing and sat down, meditating and recovering the battle qi he had just depleted.

In a short time he got up again and walked in the direction of the woods.

The forest is not very dense, and there are about four or five people between the two small trees next to each other.

For Ling Piaohan at this time, this was an excellent place to cultivate, and the goal he had to achieve in front of him was to come and go freely in this grove on the basis of using the Afterimage Decision.

I saw that after the battle qi was released, it condensed on several parts of the body, and then a figure burst out, with a very amazing speed, and rushed straight into this small forest.

The high-speed movement of the body caused the air flow to intensify, and the slightest fluctuation of air came from both sides of the figure.

It turned into a breeze and blew on the trees on both sides, and the branches and leaves slowly floated.

"Pong" turned around at a few consecutive small angles, and Ling Piaohan avoided several small trees in the forward path in succession.

At this time, he gradually adapted to this rhythm, whenever his body was about to change direction and make sharp turns, Ling Piaohan tried his best to adjust the center of gravity of his body in advance, so as not to let himself be thrown out because of inertia and high speed.

The figure continued to flicker, and suddenly a large tree appeared in front of its direction of movement.

Ling Piaohan stomped his right foot violently, leaned back on his shoulder, twisted his waist, and forcibly twisted his body like a compass, making a sharp turn.

Then the green light took a startling, strange turn, flashing past the tree at a slightly uncanny angle.

"Huh" Ling Piaohan himself was also shocked, this turn just now looked a little elegant, but in fact it was quite dangerous, Ling Piaohan tried his best to barely control himself from sticking to the bark of the small tree and slashing over.

In the following few minutes, Ling Piaohan continued to maintain a high-speed movement, and his skills in controlling the steering became more and more proficient.

The forest swept through one after another with rapid and elegant turning of light and shadow, and if there was a cultivator of the same level here at this moment, he would definitely open his mouth wide in surprise.

Whew, the figure gradually slowed down again, and finally stopped slowly, Ling Piaohan touched the beads of sweat on his head, and gasped for breath.

The dizziness caused by the exhaustion of his tired body and the exhaustion of his battle qi could not suppress the joy in Ling Piaohan's heart at all, and his afterimage finally broke through the most basic but important step.

Ling Piaohan turned his head to look at the little tiger, which was still lying on his stomach at this time, and the purple light mist on his body was obviously brighter than just now.

The aura of the little tiger powerhouse could not be controlled, and within tens of meters, even a rookie cultivator like Ling Piaohan could clearly feel the suppression from the origin of the battle qi.

"This guy doesn't seem to be much easier than me, it's been more than half an hour, according to what he said before, it should be almost over, but the breath released is getting stronger and stronger."

Ling Piaohan muttered in his heart, but soon stopped thinking about the little tiger.

After all, the classes are different, and Ling Piaohan also knows very well that there are many things that he can't understand now.

After sitting cross-legged for another half a while, Ling Piaohan opened his eyes again and felt the battle aura that he had gradually recovered.

The size and battle qi reserves of this cyclone were indeed much stronger than when they first condensed, and when they turned their heads and looked at the little tiger, they were almost no different from their previous state.

"Come again!" Ling Piaohan cheered himself up in his heart, and then the light flickered, and his figure burst out.

At this time, Ling Piaohan walked quickly through this small forest like an ape entering the mountain forest, deftly avoiding the trees, the bushes and big stones on the ground.

After completing a few quick turns, Ling Piaohan secretly made up his mind in his heart, and then he decisively summoned the spirit martial arts, the light flashed, and the golden spear immediately slid into his hand.

The moment the gun was in hand, Ling Piaohan's figure really tilted sharply.

But fortunately, he was prepared, his body was slightly straight, and he skillfully adjusted his deviated center of gravity.

Then he continued to move at a rapid pace, trying his best to adapt to the change in his center of gravity after the golden gun.

In a few breaths, Ling Piaohan adapted to this subtle change.

Then he jumped over a bush with dexterity, landed firmly on the ground, and continued to move forward at high speed.

"It's done!" Ling Piaohan was overjoyed in his heart, he could clearly feel that at this moment, he could already adapt to the afterimage state after summoning the spirit martial arts.

Immediately, he gently danced the spear in his hand, expressing his excitement.

Ling Piaohan felt his reserves of the cyclone at the moment, and there were about forty percent left.

With his current form, he can still do it for another two minutes or so.

"It's better to try and attack" Ling Piaohan's heart was boiling with enthusiasm and made a plan, pure hot iron, just do it.

After Ling Piaohan dodged a few times, he placed his target on a big tree about four meters away, and then kicked his hind feet, and his body jumped up violently.

With the gun in his right hand in one hand, and his arm bent to prepare for an attack, Ling Piaohan had perfectly adapted to the rhythm of his center of gravity.

But unfortunately, he still underestimated his amazing speed at the moment.

The charge of this gun was not yet completed, and the head of the gun had already been inserted straight into the trunk of the tree with Ling Piaohan's figure.

The sense of misalignment made Ling Piaohan's chest suddenly tighten, and the strength of holding the gun in his right hand relaxed, and then the tail of the gun stabbed directly into Ling Piaohan's sleeve.

only heard the sound of "stabbing", and the tail of the gun pierced the fabric on the back of Ling Piaohan's clothes.

At the same time, Ling Piaohan also hit the trunk of this big tree with a "bang".

"Oops" A painful moan came out, and Ling Piaohan's posture at the moment was extremely funny.

The tail of the spear pierced through the fabric on the back of his clothes, hanging Ling Piaohan high on the trunk of the tree.

Coupled with Ling Piaohan's shoulders that had been knocked to the ground and trembled slightly, it was like a wet garment hung on a clothes pole, swaying with the wind.

"Hahaha, you're too funny, hahahahaha", a burst of laughter came from behind Ling Piaohan.

It turned out that this little tiger had recovered from his cultivation state, and the first time he opened his tiger pupils, he saw Ling Piaohan jumping up to attack, and then being stabbed by his own Lingwu in a posture where his clothes were hung on his back.

This funny action combined with Ling Piaohan's moaning instantly detonated the little tiger's laughter, and then he couldn't hold back his laughter, slapping the big stone under his body with his tiger paw while laughing.