In the yellow room, Lu Qitian sat quietly in the meditation platform, his long black hair spread to the ground, he frowned, and the spirit of the whole person gathered in his mind, recalling the days of practicing physique in the past.

Lu Yan came back from the cafeteria early in the morning, and he came all the way, feeling a lot, this kind of life is a little different, not like the plain and natural in the Chaoshi District, nor like the bloody demonic spirit of the Ten Thousand Shadows, this is a place to adapt to the group, and some things have to be superficial even if they are uncomfortable.

Another point is that it is strange, no matter how beautiful it is, but this feeling is always in my heart.

Looking at Li Hai, there is still a long way to go before the second grand momentum, the white light is extremely faint, if you think of the other side of the earth realm, it will be a long time.

Lu Qitian opened his eyes, he looked at himself delicately, and saw the traces of the wound in the previous night, but there was no change in the slightest, which made him not only think.

"In this case, why is there no trace of goodness, after all, when it comes to cultivation, the physique is different from that of ordinary people, and like that kind of wound ordinary person, in a few days, it will also recover a little.

However, there is no change in my current self, not even healing, everything is intact, as if it has just begun to crack!"

Lu Qitian's white cheeks turned pale in an instant, and a few drops of sweat ran down his neck and slowly slid down to his chest.

This is obviously not ordinary, it may be similar to a spell or something.

The more Lu Qitian thought about it, the more chaotic his brain became, and his originally plain appearance became messy as his thinking became messy, giving people a more bad impression.

Lu Qitian got up from the meditation platform and walked down slowly, his long hair making a fine fluttering sound, as if he was free and easy.

"Boom. ”

In the next moment, he sent a punch crisply, made a few serious movements, punched back, raised his foot, raised his right hand to grab, grab, slammed up, pressed down, moved, and took off.

After one set, it was disrupted, the order of the start, and a few points faster, and gradually a few wheels went down, and the room could only see the action.

As his demeanor accelerated, the air flow gradually flowing outside the curtain seemed to be blocked, and the loudness gradually decreased.

From the fact that the density of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth was still diffuse, leading to the ground, it could be seen that the technique cultivated by Lu Qitian had nothing to do with the exercises.

An hour later.

Lu Qitian's face was a little ruddy, he walked to a chair and sat down, closing his eyes, which was a little different from usual.

"I didn't expect that this set of blood-burning spells is still so effective, after the Bitter Sea Tower, my blood has already decayed a little, fortunately, this spell is still useful, otherwise, the self-recovery ability will be weaker. ”

After spitting out a cloud of qi, Lu Qitian's gaze stretched outward, with some bitter words, and his gaze was dull.

After resting for a while, Lu Qitian felt that the blood circulation in his body had calmed down a lot, and he returned to normal, and the whole person became calm, pursing his thin lips. Only a pair of eyebrows were still frowning, with some indescribable urgency.

In actual combat, what I lack most now is actual combat.

In Lu Qitian's heart, such a sentence quietly echoed, and for some reason, it lingered in his mind.

If you ask how to use a sword, he is not good at getting out, and if you ask how to use a knife, he is not good at being fast. Even if it is, the body method is the same as its own speed, and it can be said that he is basically weak.

Since watching Chi Weijian make a move, Lu Qitian knows the use of fast, how to be fast, and how to make a move.

In the demon race, although he can be regarded as a high realm, if he makes a move, there are too many differences.

The distribution of this world plane is exactly the same as that of the shadow plane, so to speak, I am still only in the first place, a sedum or the first shadow. It's not the same at all, it's still the beginning of the journey.

I, I don't want to do this anymore.

Lu Qitian raised his head and raised his head, revealing a look that he had never revealed, and the distorted black eyes when he surpassed the poison, saying that he was powerless, and the moment when his heart was turbulent, all appeared at this time.

"Underworld. ”

In the next moment, the palm of his hand, along with the exit, a pitch-black air mass appeared, the range was not large, just covering the five fingers.

However, it didn't take long for the pitch-black air mass to dissipate without a trace.

Lu Qitian looked at his hand, and suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and he slowly lay down and looked at the ceiling.

In fact, I have long thought that I can no longer use it now, if I ask why, just because of that, the change in my chest......

At this time, a ray of sunlight shone in, setting off Lu Qitian's side face, with clear contours, and his face looked like a crown jade.

Lu Qitian changed his posture and crossed his knees on it, began to meditate, absorbing the qi of heaven and earth in the spiritual veins, and felt a lot more leisurely.

In a moment, Li Zi added a lot of luster, but there was no fundamental change. This is the difficulty of cultivation, that each different realm is equal to a different container, and it does not rise in an exponential size, but in a way that is multiple, hundredfold, thousandfold, or difficult to assess, in a straight line.

The dust turns into one, the shape becomes two, and if it is broken, there is no life, and the perfection is not enough to count. It's not an energy number, to be judged.

The situation is changeable, sometimes it is at this time but outside, and it is difficult to distinguish. This is the most ordinary change in practice.

An hour.

Outside the door of the White Tiger, there was a woman in light blue clothes. This woman is dignified, dignified and beautiful, her black hair pours down, scattered on her shoulders like a star, her nose is small, her lips are like rouge, her temperament is unusual, in short, perfect.

In the hall of the white tiger, there is always a golden figure, grinding tiny golden needles, it seems that no matter what, no one can change his life, this can no longer be explained by habit.

It seems that every day, every day needs to be experienced, there is wiping, this golden needle, or grinding needle, anyway, this is the time to stay for a day.

Zhang Sanwei never felt lonely or bored. Or even do these things with a happy, joyful attitude.

As for that senior sister, Tang Min had already left, otherwise, he wouldn't dare to come back, and even if he dared to come back, he would have to suffer an indescribable painful process.

That demon is finally gone, and it's still so pure, and the world is so noisy. Whoever told them to leave this accommodation, they can't come back if they don't come back!

Otherwise, it's definitely not just two people here, and it's lively, so lacking, compared to others, we are too calm here, alas.

He couldn't help shaking his head, put down the golden needle in his hand, didn't pay so much attention to it, and put it on the table.

Slowly stood up......