After a long time, Zhou Yicai came out of the sequelae of consciousness being covered by fireballs.

Looking at the time, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon and almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

I remember that when I came back, it was about two o'clock, so I spent more than a day in my consciousness, and only about three hours passed in reality.

Set the jade slip aside and sit up from the bed.

Zhou Yi concentrated his mind to recall every essentials and every detail of the thirty-six basic spells in the inheritance.

Then, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was clear that Yu Jian had not been optimized for the effect of 'Storing Spirits', but a possessed experience of the realm had allowed him to master these thirty-six basic spells as if they were the instincts of his body.

Every detail and every essence of the golden young man's casting of these thirty-six basic spells was faithfully recorded by his consciousness and body.

It was an amazing experience, as if he had really mastered these thirty-six basic spells to that extent.

It's just that I once lost it, and now I have to pick it up again.

Roll over and get out of bed, put on your shoes and walk out into the yard.

There is an old saying that is good - what you get on paper is shallow, and you never know that you have to do it.

It's one thing to feel, but it's another thing when you really want to do it yourself.

It's just that I feel that these thirty-six basic spells have been mastered by myself, and even like the instinct of the body, it may be the double illusion that the body and consciousness give me.

Only when you can really show it freely can you really master it.

Push the door and go out and walk to the middle of the yard.

Zhou Yi closed his eyes slightly, recalling the feeling of the golden youth when he cast the basic spell during the inheritance.

Obviously, the simplest spell that Su Caiwei said before can only be cast if you climb to the realm of six or seven levels.

But after accepting the inheritance of these basic spells, Zhou Yi had an instinctive intuition - some of these spells were now able to be reluctantly cast by him.

It may be because he has had the experience of possession, and his mastery of these spells is high enough.

It may also be because he started from the double building, and each realm built an additional twelve floors of spiral stairs.

Although he only has the cultivation of the four-story building, the strength of his spiritual power can be compared to the sixth or seventh level of the ascending realm.

Of course, it could be both.

Anyway, whatever the reason, he just felt that he could cast some spells right now.

After a moment of careful understanding, Zhou Yi recalled the movements of the golden youth in his memory, and with a move of his hand, he wanted to cast one of the thirty-six basic spells, the control of the wind.

Wind is everywhere, and the core essence of wind control is to control the wind everywhere around it.

Bigger, smaller, shaped, redirectional.

Although it is a basic spell, if it is mastered to the extreme, and it is supported by the most sufficient spiritual power, the control of the wind can also exert the power of destroying the world.

At least, Zhou Yi had personally experienced the scene of the golden young man turning the wind into a tornado to destroy the mountains and forests.

With the memory of the golden young man's control of the wind, with the consumption of his own spiritual power.

Zhou Yi had a wonderful feeling.

It was as if he had turned into a spirit in the wind, able to feel the wind everywhere around him.

He could clearly feel that with just one thought, the winds would obey him and complete his commands.

Thereupon...

Opening his eyes and looking at a big tree about half a meter in diameter in the courtyard, Zhou Yi gave the order to shake the big tree to the surrounding wind.

In view of his own cultivation, he was very self-aware and did not give the order to uproot the tree.

That wasn't realistic, and he didn't want to humiliate himself.

According to the consumption he remembered when the young man used the control of the wind, his current spiritual strength was enough to support the consumption of shaking the half-meter-diameter tree.

And then.....

In perception, Zhou Yi clearly felt that the wind around him was very obediently converging around the half-meter-high tree.

The ubiquitous wind surrounded the tree, taking Zhou Yi's spiritual power and turning it into its own strength, desperately shaking the half-meter-thick tree.

"It's done!"

With a hint of joy in his eyes, Zhou Yi's eyes widened, ready to witness the results of his first spell.

"Whew~"

The wind blew, and on the half-meter-thick tree, a few leaves were blown and swayed from side to side.

Then....

The wind, disperse.

Tree, return to calm.

Zhou Yi: "......"

Finish.... Finished?

And that's the end of it?

He obviously gave the order to shake the big tree, but why did the wind carry out the blow of a few leaves on the tree?

Frowning, I wanted to do it again.

However, the instinctive weakness of his body told him that his spiritual power was about to run out.

Therefore, the spiritual power that he thought he could shake a half-meter diameter tree, and the wind control he exerted could only blow a few leaves on the tree?

This gap .....

The ideal is plump, realistic... It's skinny!

But... Why?

Obviously, he had possessed the golden young man's body, and he clearly felt it.

When the young man unleashed the power of wind control that was enough to shake a half-meter-thick tree, the spiritual power consumed was about the same as the total amount of spiritual power he had now.

How did he get here, the same trick, the same feeling, and the difference in the effect of the application is so big?

"Penguin boss, have some aura, I'll recover my spiritual power. ”

These days, the penguin boss is very talkative, and Zhou Yi, who thinks he is very familiar with the penguin boss, is not too polite.

As soon as this request was made, the penguin boss dutifully injected enough aura into his body.

The aura runs in the body for a week, turning into spiritual power and flowing into the dantian.

A minute later, feeling the fullness of his body being filled with spiritual power again, Zhou Yi gave up casting his control of the wind, and instead chose another basic spell that he was most familiar with and most sure of—the Fire Technique.

The spell of fire-making is the deepest and most confident that Zhou Yi can cast it.

If nothing else, he was slapped twice by the fireball!

Like the control of the wind, he did not pinch the law and recite the spell as recorded in the jade slip.

When the golden youth casts these spells, they are invisible.

Having personally experienced the golden youth's spell casting, although Zhou Yi couldn't do it like him, he didn't have to chant a spell to cast it.

As soon as the thought moved, a familiar feeling struck.

Zhou Yi raised his hand, his right hand was open, and he felt that this wave of thieves was stable.

A little spark gathers and gradually amplifies in the palm of your hand.

A moment later, under Zhou Yi's careful control, the initial spark successfully grew into a ..... A small flame.

“......”

He lowered his head and looked at the wisp of small flame that was too weak to ignite the fire after exhausting all his spiritual power.

Zhou Yi waved his hand and dispersed the fire technique.

Raise your head and look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a girl.

Her name is Jingjing.