Chapter 18: The Source of Spiritual Power

By the time Summer finally reacted and roared to kill Leng Feng, this kid had long since disappeared.

"Summer team, summer team, forget it, don't worry about this kid"

By the time Summer finally reacted and roared to kill Leng Feng, this kid had long since disappeared.

The keyboard happened to take Xiao Yunqiang into the reception room, and heard Leng Feng's words clearly and clearly, seeing that Xia didn't want to think about it, he was going to drive a motorcycle to Leng Feng's house directly, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her: "Team Xia, forget it, forget it, it's not easy to clean up this kid?" He can run the monk can't run the temple, we have a chance to let the bureau clean him up in the future! ”

After he reminded him like this, he suddenly remembered that he should go to the bureau to sue Leng Feng's black state.

But seeing that Xiao Yunqiang was also beside her, she felt guilty, so she walked over, blushing, and called out a little embarrassed: "Sister......"

Xiao Yunqiang learned Leng Feng to stroke her chin, her eyes looked at the summer unscrupulously, and a playful smile gradually appeared on her face.

"Actually, I think his suggestion is good, and you really should make up for it, you're twenty-five or sixteen years old, and you're only A!"

“……”

Summer suddenly blushed with shame, but on the issue of size, she really didn't have the confidence to argue with Xiao Yunqiang, so she could only protest carefully: "How can it be so small, people are obviously already B, so ......"

It was already past three o'clock when Leng Feng returned home.

He bought some medicinal herbs at a Chinese medicine shop on the street, and specially picked a small casserole.

Everything was fully prepared, and he did not delay, cleaned the small clay pot and put it on the stove, and after the water boiled, he picked up a few flavors of Chinese medicine that had been washed and threw it in.

The medicinal materials he bought were all ordinary Chinese medicines such as Liuqu, Shougong, and Coriander, although they cost more than two hundred yuan, in fact, there were few expensive ones, and the effect was definitely not as good as those spiritual herbs he used in his previous life, but they were barely enough, and now this kind of condition can only be better than nothing.

What is surprising is that these seemingly inconspicuous herbs that are often seen in Chinese medicine shops, after his special decoction method, there is an abnormal reaction, especially when he throws a piece of miscanthus into the clay pot, with a low muffled sound, the liquid in the clay pot turns a strange blue, and continues to rise like beer bubbles, as if it will overflow at any time.

Leng Feng turned a blind eye to this scene, he took out the soybean-sized ice jade seed from his pocket, put it in a basin of clear water and soaked it for a while, then picked it out and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, along with a piece of keel, and threw it into the clay pot.

The liquid medicine that was about to overflow suddenly cooled down quickly as if it had been poured a bowl of cold water, and gradually even the sound of rolling could not be heard, and there was even a thin layer of ice flowers on the surface of the liquid medicine!

Leng Feng increased the fire door and burned violently.

The outside of the small clay pot was burned red, but there was no movement inside, and the solidified liquid still felt a penetrating coolness to the touch.

Leng Feng nodded with satisfaction, found some bread and other things in the refrigerator to fill his stomach casually, and watched an episode of the TV series.

It wasn't until an hour later, when I returned to the kitchen, that the layer of ice flowers on the surface of the liquid medicine slowly melted, and the blue liquid that had originally condensed gradually became clear.

After waiting for another half an hour, the inside of the small clay pot became hot, and the edges of the liquid liquid melted completely made a sizzling sound.

A chill spread through the kitchen as the rising mist spread.

Leng Feng's eyes lit up, he took a deep breath, and suddenly felt refreshed.

This chill was exactly the ice attribute aura he wanted!

An hour later, the liquid in the casserole was boiling, the blue liquid was churning, and the whole kitchen was as cold as if it had entered the depths of winter.

Leng Feng closed the fire door at this time, padd his hands with a rag, brought the sand pot to his bedroom, put it on the bedside table, and then locked the door, took off only a pair of pants, sat cross-legged on the bed, ran his mind, and absorbed the aura oozing out of the medicinal liquid.

Although the medicinal liquid in the sand pot was separated from the heat of the fire, it magically kept being in a state of boiling, and the ice jade seed inside kept churning up and down, and became smaller and smaller, and the spiritual energy that escaped was under the control of Leng Feng's mental method, as if it was attracted by an invisible force, and it gathered as soon as it left the sand pot, wrapping his whole person like a cocoon.

Through the pores on the surface, the aura penetrated into the inner layer of his skin, and everywhere he went, every inch of his skin and every cell became smooth and moisturized as if the land had been moistened by Ganlin for a long time, from the epidermis, to the muscles, to every blood vessel, it was extraordinarily agile.

An hour, two hours......

Time passed little by little, Leng Feng had been sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the medicinal liquid in the small clay pot gradually became turbid as the ice jade seed completely melted, and the boiling gradually stopped, and finally returned to calm.

When the last wisp of aura melted into his body and moistened his body, Leng Feng opened his eyes.