"Uncle Mo, look at this kid Ji Gang!" Chi Da Young shouted.

I saw that the dust that Ji Gang was sitting on was windless, setting off one small cyclone after another, and these cyclones slowly rose, surrounding Ji Gang's abdomen, and slowly turning.

"Ji Gang is trying to condense the Qi Spring! He has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he has already achieved a little success. Now, under the stimulation of Ding Tang, it is like a spring sprout and is growing steadily. Mo Yan sighed.

As long as ordinary people condense a breath spring in the dantian, they will enter the realm of qi practitioners.

Mo Xi's eyes were like torches, and he saw the clues at a glance, and his eyes lit up with hope.

"Chi Danian, you take someone to drink a bowl of soup, and then quickly go to the edge of the village to defend, and choose the opportunity to support Lord Leopard!"

Mo Xi's expression was grim, as if he had returned to his youth.

"We don't drink!" Chi Danian and a few others said in unison, and they were about to rush out to support the leopard totem.

"Stop! Although Ding Tang has no effect on you, it can stimulate your physical strength and combat effectiveness in a short time, and now Sunset Village is in a critical juncture, and there is no room for failure!"

"Yes!" Chi Danian led the elite in the village and drank a bowl of Ding soup by himself.

"I, the blacksmith, also drink a bowl!" Mu Zeyue stepped forward, he copied the bright big knife in his hand, picked up a bowl of Ding soup and drank it all.

After they drank the soup, they looked at each other and smiled, threw the bowl on the ground, and a group of seven or eight people walked away with knives and guns.

"If you want to drink Ding soup, you can come forward and take the bowl. Mo Xi looked at the remaining old and weak women and children, and said loudly.

The villagers all looked solemn and looked out of the village, and no one stepped forward to take a bowl and drink soup.

The four Mu Feng people who sat down on the ground woke up one after another, and after drinking the Ding Tang, they continued to sit down and refine the medicinal power of the Ding Tang.

After Mu Feng drank a small half bowl of Ding soup, he felt that the heat in his stomach was burning, as if there was a fire about to burn.

At first he didn't know what to do, so he learned to sit down on his knees.

Under this sitting, he thought about Mu Ze to teach the Qi Cultivation Method, and on the way here, Mu Ze also told him that after drinking the Ding Soup, he needed to run the Qi Cultivation Heart Method to refine the medicinal power.

But he exhausted his brainpower and suddenly found that he couldn't remember the Qi cultivation method taught by Mu Ze. It's really weird.

Just as he was wondering, the cultivation method of the Taixuan Sutra in his mind came out like a spring.

"The prosperity must decline, and the peeling pole must be restored. Reform the old and the new, or the pole Tailai... The gas returns to the ruin river, and the big one returns to nothing. There is no end to it, and there is a beginning..."

Mu Feng hugged his mind and read it over and over again in his heart.

At this moment, the sleeping lizard in the green copper suddenly opened its eyes, and its heart was filled with incomparable excitement.

"Once, twice, three or four, five, six, seven or eight... How many years have passed, your Uncle Long is finally coming out again, today is a good day, haha"

Mu Feng didn't know how many times he had recited the "Taixuan Sutra" in his heart, and every time he recited it, he slowly moved around his body according to the mental method recorded in the "Taixuan Sutra".

This kind of operation is very obscure at first, from one acupoint to another, from one meridian to another, and then the hundred rivers return to the dantian.

This kind of operation is gradually becoming proficient and gradually faster.

Mu Feng was able to run the "Taixuan Sutra" for a week in a very short time. And every Sunday of operation, a trace of spiritual power will increase in his dantian.

This is the beauty of practicing Qi and Heart Method, which can stimulate and refine the potential in the flesh shell of the human body, and gather it into spiritual power into the dantian.

"Why do I always feel that the operation of this "Taixuan Sutra" is full of blockages, and it can't turn around as expected. Mu Feng was puzzled.

"Taixuan Sutra" he has been able to run freely. But he faintly felt that when the "Taixuan Sutra" was running in his body, it was full of blockages. And there was a faint pain in these blockages.

"Could it be because I haven't just practiced the Taixuan Sutra and am not proficient?" Mu Feng muttered.

"I'm hungry. Mu Feng didn't have time to think about this unsatisfactory feeling anymore, he only felt that his mouth was dry and hungry.

He scooped up half a bowl of soup in front of him and drank it all.

The operation of the Taixuan Sutra is like a devouring beast, constantly absorbing the medicinal power of the decoction.

"It turns out that this kid hasn't even opened up a breath spring, no wonder he can cultivate the Taixuan Sutra.

I remember the last time a kid opened six breaths of qi and died, and after cultivating the "Taixuan Sutra", he exploded and died, and that death was too miserable.

Uncle Long originally planned to come out and eat you in a few days, but now it seems that you can't die yet, as long as you don't die, I won't be sealed by the old man. ”

A small dark green lizard, standing on the surface of the green copper, said thoughtfully.

It has escaped from the seal of the green brass.

The medicinal power of this half bowl of Ding Tang was absorbed by Mu Feng in an instant, and Mu Feng felt that he could eat a cow at this moment, and the feeling of hunger spread throughout his body.

Mu Feng stood up, he looked at the remaining seven or eight bowls of Ding soup on the wooden table, as if he had seen the best taste of the world, he stepped to the table, picked up a bowl and drank it.

"I'm still hungry. After Mu Feng drank a bowl of Ding soup, he felt that his stomach was empty, as if he hadn't drunk it.

He grabbed another bowl of Ding soup, swallowed it by the cow, and drank it again.

In one breath, Mu Feng actually drank the seven or eight bowls of Ding soup on the table.

"This scum soup has no aura at all, and pigs won't drink it. What the hell is this place, the poor jingle sounds, there is not a trace of spiritual energy in the air, and there is not even a single spiritual grass in a radius of thousands of miles. ”

The little lizard pouted.

The little green lizard didn't know what trick it had used, but now it had become the size of an ant and climbed on top of Mu Feng's head.

Seeing that there was no Ding soup on the table, Mu Feng set his eyes on the bucket containing the soup, which was a three-foot bucket, one bucket was enough to fill twenty bowls of Ding soup.

But he remembered what the old village chief said, he only had ten bowls of soup, and his face was embarrassed.

He walked up to Mo Xi and asked, "Grandpa Mo Xi, can I drink some more Ding soup?" I feel so hungry. ”

Mo Yu was already dumbfounded, he had never seen anyone who could drink seven or eight bowls of Ding soup in a row and still be at ease.

Only those primeval remnant young beasts in the depths of the wasteland can drink like this.

He looked at Mu Feng's eyes as if he was looking at a humanoid beast, and said in his mouth:

"Drink it, there is a lot of soup, you can drink as much as you can. ”

Mu Feng walked to the wooden barrel that held the Ding soup, and simply stopped using the bowl to hold the soup, he felt that he could finish this bucket of Ding soup!

He lifted the barrel with his right hand, grabbed the bottom of the barrel with his left hand, and brought the barrel to his mouth.

"Mu Feng, this kid is crazy, although the soup is good, drinking it like this will kill you!" Mo Yu exclaimed.

Mo Xi was taken aback by Mu Feng's actions, just now Mu Feng had already shocked him by drinking seven or eight bowls of Ding soup in a row, and Mu Feng's current way of drinking was too shocking, he had never heard of it.

Mu Feng didn't realize it, he only said that the soup was extremely delicious, and he was quickly relieving the "gluttony" in his body.

When he drank a bucket of Ding soup, he put down the barrel, patted his stomach, and burped:

"It felt so good to be full. ”

"Grandpa Mo, I seem to have drunk too much, I'm embarrassed. Mu Feng said shyly, he scratched his head and was embarrassed.

"You kid! can frighten your Grandpa Mo, hurry up and refine the medicinal power of Ding Tang. ”

He didn't know why Mu Feng was able to drink so much Ding soup, and he was looking forward to Mu Feng opening up a qi spring.

Mu Feng immediately sat down and started the Taixuan Sutra to refine the medicinal power of Ding Tang.

A trace of aura quickly gathered in the Mufeng dantian under the traction of the "Taixuan Sutra".

Wisps of mist-like silk threads condensed and swirled in Mu Feng's dantian, and these spiritual energy threads gradually formed the phantom of a spring.

However, this spring was only a flash in the pan, and then it turned into a faint mist and dispersed with a "boom".

Mu Feng snorted, and the shattering of the spring in the dantian made his abdomen feel like a hammer, and his face turned pale.

After Mu Feng drank a large bucket of Ding soup, Mo Feng looked at Mu Feng for a moment.

When he saw that Mu Feng had no sign of condensing the qi spring at all, he shook his head helplessly and looked at the others.

"Stupid, how can such a thin aura condense a breath of spring. This kid has no foundation at all, even if he drinks all the water, it's not enough.

Let him do it a few more times, and this little bit of aura will be consumed by him.

When the time comes, there is no strength to escape, there is no energy to fight, and if you are accidentally eaten by small insects outside, Uncle Long has no place to regret going. ”

The little lizard didn't know when it got into Mu Feng's arms, it was lying on a shiny stone, and said hatefully.

This stone is the spirit stone that Qu Chaofeng gave to Mu Feng, which contains pure heaven and earth spiritual power.

Spirit stones are a rare resource in the entire Eastern Wilderness, and the small Sunset Village naturally does not have such a treasure.

"For the sake of Uncle Long's free life, I will help you once.

I don't know what shit luck this kid has taken, in this place where birds don't shit, there is actually a spirit stone with a good aura.

Forget it, Uncle Long, I haven't eaten anything, for a better life in the future, I'll use it for you first. ”

The little lizard saliva flowed for a long time, and said with a look of regret. It had just been freed from the green copper, and it was also eager to replenish its spiritual power.

The little lizard stood on the spirit stone, and the spirit stone under it melted at a speed visible to the naked eye like butter in a hot soup.

After the spirit stone melted, it turned into pure spiritual power and flowed into the Mufeng dantian.

Mu Feng suddenly sensed a surge of spiritual power in the dantian under the traction of the Taixuan Sutra.

The mist that was about to drift away in the dantian was infused with this spiritual energy, as if it was alive, bubbling and spinning.

The cyclone was getting faster and faster, Mu Feng's dantian was swollen, his little face was red, and his whole body was unbearably hot. This is because of the excess spiritual power, and he can't refine and absorb it.

"This little fool has no spiritual power to operate, but his physique has not been tempered, and he can't withstand the power of opening the fountain of life.

If this continues, he will have to explode and die, and I will be sealed again before I come out.

Hey, for the sake of my good life in the future, count you kid lucky. The little lizard grinded its teeth and said hatefully.

It opened and spat out a trail of green silk. After this green silk rushed into the spiritual power cyclone, it attracted the spiritual energy inside the cyclone like a magnet.

Suddenly, the violent aura disappeared, and only an inch-long green needle remained in Mu Feng's dantian, which was inserted there.

"Hey, two more little worms are coming, and the lame little leopard is finished. The little old man in the cave was a little eccentric, without a soul, and with an empty shell of flesh. The little lizard seemed to feel something, and muttered to itself.

At this time, a strong wind was set off outside the sunset village, birds chirped unconsciously, and a dark cloud came from far and near.