When the dawn had not yet penetrated the clouds on the horizon, and in the early morning, when the cool breeze blew into the windowsill of the cabin, Zhang Ling had already finished washing.

Last night, Zhang Ling had already instructed Su Weiwei, saying that he would go to the mountain to cultivate, and there was no need to deliberately go up the mountain to find him during the day, just need Su Weiwei to prepare breakfast and wait for him to come back.

When Su Weiwei heard that her young master was going to cultivate, she naturally agreed to Zhang Ling's request.

After all, a year later, there are still two important assessments waiting for his young master to complete, and cultivation is a big deal.

After cleaning up, Zhang Ling did not wake up Su Weiwei, who was still asleep, so he tiptoed open the door of the cabin, and closed it gently after going out.

In the early morning, the Zhang Clan's Mansion is very quiet, and the crisp calls of various birds echo in the bamboo forest.

Walking on the rugged path leading to the top of the mountain, Zhang Ling felt as if he was in a paradise.

Breathing the air that has not been polluted at all, at this moment, Zhang Ling feels very happy, both in his mood and in his body.

Walking along the mountain path, Zhang Ling once again came to the bottom of the boulder where the old dragon had made alchemy yesterday.

"Hehe, Second Master, I'm ready. ”

Zhang Ling leaned on the boulder, sat cross-legged, looked at the ancient ring on his finger, and said expectantly.

The blue light suddenly bloomed, a wisp of blue smoke floated on the sword pattern ancient ring, and the illusory body of the dragon arrogant bone appeared in front of Zhang Ling.

This time, Zhang Ling did not cover his eyes, but forcibly endured the dazzling blue light to see the scene of the old dragon coming out of the ancient ring.

"The kid has a lot of perseverance, and he is so punctual. ”

The old dragon glanced at Zhang Ling with satisfaction, then at the still gray sky, and praised Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and waited for Lao Long's next instructions with anticipation.

"You are familiar with it again, Gathering Spirits and Controlling Spirits, during this period, I will help you go through it again in detail, the cultivation system and the Demon Spirit system on this Demon Spirit Continent. ”

The old dragon also smiled and squinted, and with a wave of his shabby white robe, he transported out the other two of the five medicinal herbs that he had purchased back from the ancient ring on Zhang Ling's finger.

The blue spiritual power enveloped the twenty snow-white roots and the same number of small brown fruits, and slowly levitated in front of the old dragon.

These two herbs are the "Silver Snow Tree Root" and the "Ancient Apricot Fruit" that can slightly increase the quenching speed of cultivators.

Yesterday, the old dragon only took a moment of effort to practice the Soul Suppression Pill, which was just a long time before refining the elixir, so he first practiced with those three herbs.

After regaining the feeling of refining medicine back then, the old dragon no longer hid his skills today, and directly prepared and refined twenty herbs at the same time.

Subsequently, the old dragon put on the appearance of yesterday's calm fugue, and with his left hand, the aura suddenly turned into the solemn and calm medicine tripod, and then threw more than 20 medicinal herbs into the tripod, and his right hand began to transport the blue red fire to refine the medicinal materials, following the gradual progress.

Zhang Ling, who was sitting on the boulder, still felt very magical and incredible when he saw this scene.

But Zhang Ling didn't think too much about it, and after stabilizing the scarce spiritual power in his body, he began to capture that trace of spiritual power in his body, and slowly condensed them into a stream with his thoughts.

His abdomen gradually warmed up, and Zhang Ling felt that the muscles and bones of his whole body were intoxicated with the soaking of his own spiritual power, although it was far less intense than in the passage through the "Heavenly Dao".

"Is this the light attribute spiritual power?"

Zhang Ling felt the warm spiritual power running back and forth in his body, and couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart.

When Zhang Ling used the spiritual power in his body to circulate around his body, the rich Danxiang forcibly pulled Zhang Ling out of his concentration cultivation.

Zhang Ling subconsciously opened his eyes, looking at the twenty pure white and flawless pills suspended above the blue spirit tripod, and suddenly felt that under the influence of the danxiang, the speed of the spiritual power in his body had more than doubled.

I saw that the old dragon dispersed the spirit tripod controlled by his left hand, and sucked the twenty pills fiercely with his right hand, and the pills were completely held by the old dragon in his hand.

"Okay, boy, you wait a minute, and then cultivate. ”

As he spoke, the old dragon pinched one with his two fingers, and the pill that bloomed with a white halo was looked at carefully in the gray sky.

I saw that the white pill was the same as yesterday's black soul suppression pill, and after emitting four pills in a row, it no longer had a burst of spiritual power, and became like an ordinary pill.

"This is the Spirit Pill, which has a relatively obvious cultivation effect on cultivators below the Condensation Source Realm, but the effect will get worse and worse as the Demon Spirit Points increase. ”

As soon as the old dragon finished speaking, he threw one at Zhang Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

It was dark all around, and a black shadow with moderate speed swept across Zhang Ling's face.

Zhang Ling hurriedly tried to use his spiritual power to perceive the operation trajectory of this black shadow.

Even though Zhang Ling squandered all the ten demon spirit points in his body, he still didn't notice any fluctuations in the surrounding space.

Zhang Ling was a little annoyed, when he fought with Ye Liang before, with the blessing of the old dragon's spiritual power, Zhang Ling could almost predict all the movements in the surrounding space.

At that time, it was as if a complete layer of perceptual spiritual power was wrapped around Zhang Ling's body, and when any object passed by, Zhang Ling could rely on the speed of spiritual power blessing to intercept it.

But at this time, the only ten demon spirit points in themselves could almost only cover an area about the size of a palm on the body.

If you want to rely on spiritual power to perceive a fast-moving object without seeing with these eyes, it is simply difficult for Zhang Ling now.