What Wu Yang needed to do now was not to increase Qi Yuan's strength, but to integrate the combat experience he had experienced.

From becoming a primordial spirit person to the second liberation of the primordial spirit now, it only took him a few months to complete what the rest of the primordial spirits could not accomplish for a few years, more than ten years, or even a lifetime, and this kind of flying ascension is not an exaggeration to describe it as a miracle.

However, while improving like a rocket, it has also caused the power in his body to be vain, even if he has been sharpening himself with actual combat these days, it will take some time to completely consolidate it.

Previously, he had to speed up the process of ability improvement in order to deal with the oblivion and even the annihilation above, but after the battle with the Black Qilin, he also discovered some disadvantages of the ability improvement too quickly.

High ability does not mean strong combat effectiveness, as a killing weapon, the attack of the blood spirit spear is not limited to what it has shown so far, the main thing is the person who uses it.

Just like a sharp sword, a newcomer who has just come into contact with the sword weapon and a sword master are incomparable, the latter can give full play to the sharpness and tenacity of the sword, while the former is just some simple chopping and other basic tricks, and the gap between the two in combat effectiveness is heaven and earth.

And Wu Yang's excavation of the blood spirit spear is still in the novice stage, and he has to keep exploring in order to make better use of the sharp weapon in his hand to cut through obstacles for his capable road.

Meditation, although it cannot substantially improve his strength, can greatly help his combat experience and awareness, which are indispensable key factors for improving his combat effectiveness.

The night is very quiet, and Wu Yang's heart is as calm as water, as if he is one with this night, and between his breath and breath, this night is also like a life, fluctuating rhythmically.

His mind is constantly broadcasting all the battles he has experienced, and only by constantly figuring out and discovering can he make himself more and better improvements, and at the same time, he can also take the opportunity to make up for the gap with those veteran primordial spirits.

He knew that sooner or later, he would go to the True Spirit Realm when he became a Yuan Spirit Person, and at that time, he would face not only Nangong Wen or Jian Ren, but most of them.

Compared with the native Yuan Ling, in terms of background, his disadvantages are undoubtedly incomparably prominent, whether it is systematic training or resource cultivation, he is much worse.

Although he had Nangong Wen's help during this time, he relied more on his own exploration in terms of excavating the ability of the Yuan Spirit, which made him feel a little behind closed doors.

Fortunately, he has not wasted his time these days, and every time he has gone through a battle, he has grown accordingly, although several times he has been hovering on the edge of life and death, but almost all of them are in danger.

Now that he has been able to liberate the second liberation of the Yuan Spirit, he has entered the Yuan Kai Form, which many Yuan Spirit people dream of, although it is not perfect, but it also shows that he is constantly getting stronger, and is constantly closing the gap with the powerhouses of the True Spirit Realm.

The night is like water, passing quietly, in the immersion, Dongfang spit white, Wuyang is still sitting cross-legged, like an old monk sitting on the clock, Wei Ran does not move, and when a ray of sunlight shines through the gauze curtain, Wuyang's eyebrows finally have a slight provocation.

The purple qi came from the east, and Wu Yang's eyes, which had been closed all night, finally opened, and a shallow ray of blood light flowed out of his eyes, which was extremely demonic.

He took a deep breath, like a whale swallowing a cow, and the faint Qi Yuan that swirled around him turned into two gurgling streams that he sucked into his body, and then exhaled casually, and a subtle popping sound came from his mouth.

Wu Yang stretched his body that had been sitting all night, and unconsciously let out a comfortable moan on his mouth, and the bones and joints of his body crackled like firecrackers.

After that, he clenched his powerful fists with both hands, and the corners of his mouth hooked a satisfied smile, he could feel the changes in his body, although his ability had not been substantially improved, but after a night of meditation and precipitation, Qi Yuan, which was still a little vain, was indeed much more condensed than before.

As for the thunder power in his body, although he can't control it as he wants, it can also be slightly roughly integrated into the attack, which has raised his combat power to a higher level.

In just one night, he strained all the battles he had experienced several times and extracted the essence of them, which had a great effect on him.

Now, he really wanted to fight sweating profusely to test his strength and see what the harvest was this time, and now he believed that if he faced the Black Qilin, even if he didn't borrow the Holy Talisman, he was eighty percent sure that he would suppress it.

As for why it's not 100% sure, the main reason is that the Qilin Position Realm is the home of the Black Qilin, and it is a bit tricky to be able to control Wanjun Black Thunder for his own use.

"Sure enough, only through tempering can we improve our strength. ”

Wu Yang stood up and twisted his neck, although he had to sweat and blood during the battle, the reward after that was indeed worth the cost.

"But the road to the strong is long, and there is still a lot of distance from those really strong. ”

Wu Yang's eyes flowed, he learned about the situation in the True Spirit Realm from Nangong Wen, and knew the gap with those strong people, even if he had made great progress now, but his current strength was only in the middle of the True Spirit Hall in the True Spirit Realm, and there were many people who were stronger than him.

Not to mention the distance, just Jia Er, who was close at hand, he estimated that even if he risked his life to burn ten percent of his blood to open the Blood Rakshasa Mode, it would only be a complete abuse, and listening to Nangong Wen, with Jia Er's strength, he was only worse than the weakest Emperor Wei in the True Spirit Palace.

In contrast, the gap can be imagined.

However, he is not angry, but has a fierce fighting spirit, he has awakened the Yuan Spirit in just a few months, and the blood spirit spear is an offensive weapon, and it is far stronger than the rest of the Yuan Ling in terms of growth, although he still lacks resources now, but relatively speaking, what he lacks now is mainly time.

The great task of heaven is also for people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin......

If you want to become a master, you must endure hardships and hardships, which strong man is not all the way through thorns and thorns, sweat and blood, he Wuyang is not different, as a wild road Zi Yuan Ling, if he wants to become a strong man, he must pay more.

Wu Yang's eyes were extremely firm, and he believed that as long as he continued to move forward, he would have a place on the road to the strong sooner or later.

"I wonder how things are going at school?"

He shifted his thoughts, he didn't know how to handle the matter of Qingsheng No. 1 Experimental Middle School, that battle almost destroyed half of the school, and in general, he was also one of the leaders.

"Ten days off seems to be a bit long. ”

Wu Yang raised his eyes and looked outside, if it was before, he would have enjoyed it, but now that he has nothing to do, he feels unaccustomed to it.

Now he likes the fat man's cheap appearance of squatting at the top of the stairs and judging the girls, as well as the fierce scene of fighting with Nan Boqi, which is no worse than the scene he fought.

"Forget it, anyway, there are still a few days before the holiday, so let's go to the supermarket today to help my sister!"

Wu Yang secretly planned that if there was nothing to help, then he could only contact Wang Mu and go to Hao Jian together to ask him to help train so that he could become familiar with the power of thunder in his body.