After thinking about it, Bai Phantom Ye's heart suddenly moved.

In terms of martial arts, he is not impossible, in the Six Monuments Gray Realm, in addition to the small qi refining technique that he has officially cultivated, there is also a martial art with the same name as that practiced by Xin Wenxuan, Zhang Dahai and other martial arts disciples.

Ben Thunder Fist.

It's just that this Xiaoben Thunder Fist belongs to stealing learning, and he only memorizes its shape, not its reason.

In other words, there are only moves, but there is no corresponding method of luck.

Martial arts only have moves, not the method of luck, just like people only have a body and no soul, they belong to the walking dead, and they have no power at all.

If Bai Phantom Night can get the luck method of Xiaoben Thunder Fist, wouldn't it mean that he can also master a martial art?

Moreover, this is still a thunder attribute martial art, not only for people, but also for low-level demons, it also has a certain amount of restraint, so why bother to go far?

However, how can we get the method of its luck?

Bai Phantom Night thought secretly.

It is obviously unrealistic to ask the master of the martial arts hall to teach, or even ask Xin Wenxuan and others to teach.

However, since the name of this martial art appeared in the space of the Six Monuments Gray Realm, I don't know, can it also absorb the spiritual silk and improve it?

Thinking of this, Bai Phantom Ye's heart suddenly lit up, although because he invested 50 strands of spiritual filament in the morning to increase the essence value, he had only 30 strands of spiritual filament left, and consuming it again would affect his state during the day, but it did not prevent him from testing it first.

Thinking of this, the White Illusory Night consciousness entered the sea of Yuan Ling Consciousness, and then controlled a wisp of spiritual thread, and slowly floated towards the light blue thunder and lightning ball representing the Xiaoben Thunder Fist in midair.

All along, he has used the spiritual silk to improve the cultivation of the small qi refining technique, and this is the first time that he has taken the initiative to approach the Xiaoben Thunder Fist, hoping to be absorbed by it.

His eyes were nervous, although he only drove a wisp of spiritual thoughts, but this wisp was obviously related to whether he could control the matter of this Xiaoben Thunder Fist in the future, so he was extremely solemn and worried in his heart.

The spiritual thread fluttered, slowly approaching the light blue thunder and lightning ball belonging to the Xiaoben Thunder Fist.

However, the matter of directly absorbing and melting like a small qi refining technique did not happen.

On the contrary, a line of small pale black words jumped out directly.

"The exercises are incomplete, they cannot be improved, and they need to spend 100 spiritual threads to deduce and complete them. ”

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Bai Phantom Night was startled at first, but then became overjoyed.

What was surprising was that the Spiritual Niansi did not directly devour and absorb the Spiritual Niansi like the Little Qi Alchemy Immortal Light Ball to improve its cultivation, and I thought that this path would not work.

I don't want to, but what is shown is that the exercises are incomplete and cannot be improved, and I need to spend spiritual thoughts to deduce and complete them.

It is self-evident what this line means.

That is to say, as long as the White Illusory Night spends 100 Spiritual Threads, it will be able to complete the luck method of the Xiaoben Thunder Fist that the White Illusory Night secretly learned from the disciples of the Martial Arts Gym, so that it can be cultivated and used normally like those Martial Arts Disciples.

After completing it, it will definitely be able to use the spiritual silk to improve and strengthen it like a small qi refining technique.

This small qi refining technique, as an immortal method, between the first stage and the second stage, the cultivation degree needs to be a full 1,000 points.

But the Xiaoben Thunder Fist, as a martial art, between the first stage and the second stage, only needs to be 100 points.

100 points, that's not simple, in addition to cultivating every day, it is very likely to increase by 1 point, if you give priority to using spiritual threads to improve it, then, it won't take long for the little Ben Thunder Fist of the White Phantom Night to be able to get a glimpse of the door from the beginning to reach the same stage as Zhang Dahai and other martial arts disciples.

Save a lot of time on penance.

Even if he was willing to temporarily put aside the increase in the essence value and go all out to improve this Xiaoben Thunder Fist, he might even surpass Zhang Dahai and other martial arts disciples in a very short period of time and promote them to the realm of Dacheng or even Consummation.

At that time, how powerful should his Xiaoben Thunder Fist be?

Just thinking about it makes people feel so excited.

It's a pity that at this time, there are no 100 strands of spiritual silk in the white fantasy night, so I can only wait for the night to go home and try again.

Although I am anxious in my heart, I can't rush this matter, the most important thing is that 100 strands of spiritual thread need time to recover, Bai Phantom Night has already made up his mind, and then he will not enter the Jingyuan Stone Tablet for the time being, and will make up for the Xiaoben Thunder Fist with all his might.

He has already stepped into the initial realm of body refining, and there is still a long way to go from the middle realm of body refining, even if he goes all out, it will take nearly twenty days to increase the 10 points of essence value, but 100 strands of spiritual silk can only increase the value of 1 point of essence value.

This 1 point of essence value, there is not much difference between an earlier increase and a later increase, but if you master a martial art, the combat power of the white phantom night will be improved by leaps and bounds.

Because that's the change from 0 to 1, and 1 to 2, are two different levels entirely.

......

Under the supervision of the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall, Bai Phantom Night really worked in the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall until dark before he was allowed to go home to rest.

When he stepped out of the gate of the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, he was shocked to find that the sky had completely darkened, and a thick mist enveloped the entire Xiyu City, and together with the outside of the city, it was dark and lightless.

No stars and no moon.

The thought of needing to hurry on such a night made Bai Phantom Night's heart palpitate.

But this time, it was not in the Burning Lamp Temple, and Abbot Xiaoxiang kindly took him in for the night.

In the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, no one is willing to take him in, and the most important thing is that Xin Wenxuan and the others, in order to see their own jokes, deliberately let people keep themselves until it gets dark, and they are not allowed to go out until it is dark, so to speak, their hearts can be punished.

What they thought was a kind of teaser, a kind of joke, in this treacherous world, it is very likely that it will lead to the disappearance of a human life.

Of course, in their eyes, a pariahs like Bai Phantom Night, if they die, they will die, how can they take it to their hearts?

If Bai Phantom Night really died because of this, they would be so happy that they would just watch it as a joke.

The world is like this, people's hearts are black, and the lives of ordinary people are as cheap as ants.

Gritting his teeth, Bai Huanye did not have any thoughts of happiness, even if he was afraid and hesitated in his heart, he still firmly followed the established path and rushed home.

Although the family is simple and his father is unreliable, it is the home where he has survived for more than ten years.

Only at home can he feel safe and warm.

borrowed an octagonal palace lamp from the gatehouse, held it in his hand, and then turned around and stepped out of the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall, walking towards the east of the city, in the direction of the slum alley where his house was located.

At night, Xiyu City is quiet, and the streets are pitch-black, with only the occasional air lamp hanging on the eaves of people's houses, revealing a trace of fire.

Bai Phantom Night carried the octagonal palace lamp and walked on the silent street, and there was only the sound of his footsteps.

Bai Phantom Night's body couldn't help but tremble, only to feel that even the wind blowing around him was cold, with an indescribable cold meaning.

But at this moment, in his chest, the security talisman exuded a faint warmth for no reason, which doubled his courage.

Touching his chest, Bai Huanye's eyes were ruthless, anyway, I am also a person who has practiced immortal law, what are you afraid of?

The pace increased, walking faster and faster, and when he passed the door of a large family on the corner of the street, Bai Phantom Night suddenly felt a trace of extreme horror in his heart, as if something bad had happened.

Ahead, the shadow suddenly increased, even if he was holding the palace lamp in his hand, but the fire of the palace lamp did not seem to shine into the shadow, and could only be limited to a very small area around him.

The footsteps were slightly heavy, as if stuck in the mud.

Suddenly, the palace lamp in Bai Phantom Ye's hand shook sharply, as if it was blown by a strong wind, and it would be extinguished at any time.

But in the white fantasy night, I obviously didn't feel any wind, where did the wind come from?

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in place, numb all over.

At this moment, on his chest, the security charm that his father had given him when he went out in the morning suddenly lit up, revealing a faint red light.

Bai Phantom Ye's body shook, and he suddenly realized that he could move again.

He hurriedly walked out of the shadows of the house as if fleeing for his life, and only then did he turn back, only to find that at some point, a snow-white paper had drifted from behind the courtyard wall in the distance.

On the paper, only a red eye was painted gloomily, quietly staring at the white phantom night, as if it had its own life, pasted on the door of the house.

A strong smell of blood suddenly spread.

The security talisman in the arms of the white phantom night seemed to feel something, the red light suddenly intensified, and then suddenly it burned, and then turned into ashes in an instant.