After dinner, Jiang Feng came to the roof of the building, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked at the moon in the sky.

If a sixth-level martial artist wants to break through to the seventh-level, he must turn his spiritual power from virtual to real.

The method of cultivating spiritual power is very simple, just visualize something.

On the earth star, some warriors visualize swords, and some warriors visualize idols. Some warriors visualize the moon, while others visualize the sun, and relatively speaking, visualizing the moon is the safest and most effective.

In the short term, it was difficult to break through the Xingyi Divine Skill, and Jiang Feng decided to get his spiritual power first.

Like most warriors, he chose the moon as his visualization object.

During the day, it is too difficult to visualize the sun, and only visualizing the moon is the most suitable for him.

Looking at the full moon in the sky, Jiang Feng's mind was full of thoughts, sometimes thinking of his family on the other side of the earth, sometimes worrying about his father downstairs, and sometimes looking forward to his secret realm and ruins to explore......

He couldn't calm down, and he couldn't enter a state of distraction.

I don't know how long it took, all the distractions in his heart disappeared, but the sky full of stars appeared in his eyes again.

The glittering stars, which seem to be inferior in size and brightness to the moon, are endless.

Two hours later, it was as if he had lost consciousness, and all he could see was the moon and countless stars.

Before you know it, the stars and moon disappear and the sun rises in the east.

Jiang Feng, who seems to be awake but not awake, has more traces of the sun in his mind.

"Xiaofeng, come down for breakfast." Jiang Dahai's voice came up from downstairs.

Jiang Feng, who woke up in the twilight, turned around and went downstairs with gains and losses.

"Xiaofeng, how's it going?" Jiang Dahai asked.

"Haven't gotten started yet." Jiang Feng said depressedly.

"Don't worry, the Internet doesn't say that the vast majority of martial artists have to visualize for several months before they can turn their spiritual power from virtual to real, and even worse, they can't get started for more than ten years." Jiang Dahai comforted.

"Daddy, I'm fine." Jiang Feng shook his head.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Dahai said, "I'll wash the dishes, you go out for a walk." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Feng nodded and walked out.

He walked with his head down, thinking about what he was contemplating.

Two hundred meters away, Xiao Jian, a sixth-level martial artist, asked in a low voice, "Where is the thing?" ”

"Boss, everything is on him." Fifth-level martial artist Zhang Hong whispered.

"Is it accurate?" Xiao Jian asked again.

"I inquired with someone, when he was in the academy, he didn't buy anything, even if he used up one source stone a day, at least more than 44,000 source stones remained...... Zhang Hong said.

"There are too many people here, and there are cameras around, so it's not convenient to do it." Xiao Jian muttered to himself.

The two followed behind Jiang Feng, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

"I become perfect, Lin Yang becomes small, and Chunxiang becomes perfect, what is the next thing to cultivate?"

"If you want to break through from the peak of the sixth level to the seventh level, you have to turn your spiritual power from virtual to real."

"I didn't make any progress last night, so shouldn't I be fit to visualize the moon?"

One thought after another flashed in his mind, and Jiang Feng pondered about the visualization and the next change.

"Boss, here's your chance." Seeing the other party walk into the park, Zhang Hong said happily.

"Do it!" As soon as Xiao Jian's voice fell, he rushed forward as fast as the wind.

Glancing at the young man in front of him, Jiang Feng asked with a frown; "What do you want to do?"

"Brother, I've been short of source stones recently, and I want to borrow some from my brother." Xiao Jian said.

"I don't have a source stone." Jiang Feng said calmly.

"You got 45,000 source stones last year, how could you not have them?" Xiao Jian asked with a smile.

"Don't waste your time, the signals around you are all blocked by me." Zhang Hong said with a smile.

"You don't lack arms or legs, why do you want to get something for nothing?" Jiang Feng asked.

"People are not rich without windfalls, horses are not fat without night grass, if you know each other, hand over the space watch and space bracelet, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude to you!" Xiao Jian threatened.

"We don't want to do it either, so let's hand it over." Zhang Hong followed.

"It's up to you?" Jiang Feng scoffed.

"Dick, beat him!" Xiao Jian shouted.

"Boy, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for not knowing how to lift." As soon as Zhang Hong's voice fell, he clenched his right hand into a fist.

Jiang Feng dodged to avoid the opponent's fist, and turned around to kick it.

Zhang Hong, who couldn't dodge, was kicked more than ten meters away before he could react.

Seeing that his subordinates were kicked away by the other party, Xiao Jian, who was stunned, was shocked in his heart. He didn't understand, how could a student of the Pharmacy Academy have the strength to kick a fifth-level martial artist?

"Poof!" Zhang Hong, who was hit hard, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you still fighting?" Jiang Fengyun asked lightly.

"Boy, it seems that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." Xiao Jian immediately threw a punch.

A fist formed by the source force rushed out as fast as lightning.

While Jiang Feng dodged and dodged, he kicked the opponent's chest with his right foot.

A footprint constructed by the power of the form and meaning of the divine power flew towards the other party at a faster speed.

Xiao Jian's source force attack did not fall on him, but his volley kicked the opponent away.

"Vulnerable!" Jiang Feng said with a disdainful expression.

Isn't it? Whether it is Zhang Hong, a fifth-level martial artist, or Xiao Jian, a sixth-level martial artist, not only the source power in his body is less than one percent of him, but even his speed and strength are far inferior to him.

The combat experience of the two is much richer than him.

But if you have a lot of experience in combat, will you be able to win?

It is clear that only if certain conditions are met, experienced combat experience can win!

Martial artists in the refining stage, because they have no source power, the role of skills is very great.

Martial artists of the fourth to sixth levels belong to the stage of refining qi, and one force to ten will be the king.

As long as the source power is enough and condensed, it can attack the enemy from a long distance.

No matter how powerful the skill is, what is the use of not being able to get close?

Of course, the strength of the Qi refining martial artists who are on the same level can often determine the victory or defeat by the strength of their own martial arts.

After all, source power can be used not only for attack, but also for defense.

Seeing the other party coming over, Xiao Jian, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, asked tremblingly, "What are you going to do?" ”

Jiang Feng couldn't look down on the things on the two of them, just because there were still two guards at home, looking at the frightened other party, he smiled and said, "I still lack two subordinates, I don't know if you want to?" ”

"I, I'm ......" Xiao Jian muttered.

"You don't want to?" Jiang Feng asked coldly.

"I, I do." Xiao Jian hurriedly said.

"What about you?" Jiang Feng turned around and asked.

"I would too." Zhang Hong hurriedly responded.

Jiang Feng took out two bottles of healing potions, and then threw them at the two.

"What is this?" Xiao Jian asked with a frightened expression.

"You'll know what it is?" Jiang Feng said.

The situation was stronger than people, the two gritted their teeth, plucked up the courage to drink the potion, a gentle energy, spread all over the body, and in less than five minutes, their injuries were healed.

"Come with me." As soon as Jiang Feng's voice fell, he took the two back to the villa.

"Xiaofeng, are they?" Jiang Dahai asked suspiciously.

"Daddy, the two of them ......," Jiang Feng explained.

Knowing the cause and effect, Jiang Dahai looked at the two of them with eyes like knives.

"Daddy, they'll be yours in the future." Jiang Feng said.

Understanding what his son meant, Jiang Dahai nodded.

After dinner, Jiang Feng walked to the roof again and continued to visualize the moon.

Ten days later, after failing to visualize, he planned to visualize something else.

However, when he visualized the kitchen knife, what appeared in his mind were the sun, moon and stars.

Not only that, but when he slept, he always dreamed of the sun, moon and stars.