Xuanshi simply swallowed the medicine, and then relied on instinct to passively absorb the medicinal power, so there was a lot of escaping medicinal power, and the waste was very serious.

However, if there is a combination of exercises and a step, the absorption efficiency can be greatly improved.

After swallowing the Xuan liquid or Yuan liquid, the Xuan Shi used the exercises to actively guide the medicinal power to output outward first, concentrate it on a reference material as a medium, and attach the characteristics of some reference materials for modification.

Then, the second step is completed with exercises, and the power that has changed its properties is inhaled back into the body, and then devoured and assimilated, which can reduce the escape loss of medicinal power.

And it can also make the Xuanjia gradually undergo subtle changes under the influence of the Xuanli after the modification of the exercises, strengthening the power and lethality.

For example, Chen Xi practiced exercises that relied on flames as a reference.

When she explodes with all her might, flames rise from the armor and machete elements.

Another example is Ding Song.

Xu Zhifeng had never seen Ding Song's Xuanjia, but he knew that the reference of his exercises was the crystal structure.

There is no definite formula for the selection of the so-called exercise references, and nothing in the world is indispensable.

Even if it is the ethereal sun and moon, heaven and earth, living beings, rivers and mountains and winds, water, fire, light and ice.

Of course, the closer you are to a real reference, the easier it is to get started.

Usually, many mystics choose according to their own preferences, the needs of the type of armor, or the difficulty of obtaining a reference.

Most of the exercises are not superior or inferior, and the effect is almost the same after practice.

The ability of the Xuanshi is more important to himself, and the exercises can also be revised, although there will be a certain price to pay and slow down the progress rate, but it is not unbearable.

Xu Zhifeng felt that he was not a very picky person, and with two thousand exercises, how could he find a suitable one.

So he followed Gandev to the Pavilion of the Scriptures, but was disappointed.

It's really not that he's picky, this result was expected by Old Man Gan from the beginning.

"Let's not talk about the difficulty of cultivating the special Xuanjia, now that you have experienced the first difficulty, how is it?

Gandev said with a smile.

Xu Zhifeng nodded helplessly, "Yes." ”

The old man clapped his palms, "It's difficult." ”

"Dean Gan, why are you still gloating!"

Xu Zhifeng is angry.

Gandev faked a cough.

"Ahem, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. Since you have enjoyed the leapfrogging strength brought by the Extreme Serie A, you naturally have to face the difficulty of cultivating it. In this way, I went back and thought about asking alumni and my old friends to look around. ”

Xu Zhifeng thanked: "Thank you, Dean Gan." ”

"But in a moment you don't have any hope. Don't expect too much from me, after all, there has never been a Polar Serie A in history, and I don't know what you're suitable for. In this way, you can find a way to find it yourself when you have time. If you don't find a suitable one within two months, you can choose a course that uses liquid or gas as a reference to practice first. ”

"Well, that's all there is to it. ”

In the meantime, Xu Zhifeng didn't have to go to the morning class, he simply went to the town for a walk.

He first went to the slum and flea market shop on the east side of the town, commonly known as Dongchengfang City.

Hu Yuanlang has 50 million Chinese coins in his hand, and now his trouser pocket has become full, completely out of the poor middle peasant class, and when he encounters the materials he wants to rub, he doesn't have to dig out his mind to rub them like before.

If he wants to see something, he can snap a lot of money out of his pocket, and then speak loudly in a heroic and unrestrained tone, "Boss!

The owner must have been angry.

You are the face of Wenxing College, and you are dressed like five or six.

You have taken a fancy to the valuable materials of thieves, the kind that cost tens of millions of dollars per gram.

I thought I could rely on you to turn over and be the master.

But you just buy a milligram?

Want a face?

When he thought of that image, he felt happy.

Anyway, no matter how expensive and rare your treasure is, I'll buy it once, buy a milligram, and you can't help but sell it.

With this in mind, he strode across the porch and into the East Side.

Unlike auction houses, which are large-scale trading venues with official backgrounds, Dongchengfang City is a mixed group of people of all types.

The ground is damp and muddy in the dark alleys that crisscross the streets, and you can even hear the sound of crackling water when you step on it, splashing mud and wetting your trouser legs.

Shops line the street, and crooked signs hang along the street.

Compared with the bright and clean Xicheng of Daokuan Road, which includes the gate of the Zhenling Mansion, Wenxing College, the Security Department, Bangyue Tower and many other landmark buildings, Dongcheng is simply another world.

With the town order as the central axis, Wenxing Town is divided into two distinct classes.

It's not that it's impossible to get here, it's still under the supervision of the town order government and the security department, but what can really be said here is the small and medium-sized Xuanshi forces that operate industries in the town.

It is now the underground force gang represented by Hu Yuenlong.

After all, official manpower is limited, and a city with such a large population must always have an orderly existence.

Although the underground forces are not very popular, they have the need for objective existence.

For example, the Ding family, the fourth largest force in Wenxing Town, was an inconspicuous small gang decades ago.

After the rise of the Ding family, they moved away from this place as soon as possible and went to the prosperous and noble west, drawing a clear line with the dirty garbage in the east.

Xu Zhifeng was the same.

His predecessor grew up here, died here, and then he resolutely left here.

He knows a lot about the place.

But he doesn't have any people and things worth remembering here, and Xu Zhifeng, who is not even qualified to enter the orphanage, is the real bottom.

Every bite of his food is snatched from someone else's rice bowl.

Every extra day he lives is also robbed of other people's lives.

Who can live here to be eighteen years old, who has never had blood on their hands?

Last night, this area was set off by Hu Yuenlang.

The night passed, but many of the destroyed houses were still smoking from the pungent fire, and the wood that had not yet burned out crackled from time to time.

There are many, many people in ragged clothes and nowhere to go on the streets.

Some people are homeless people who barely survive on the meager income of working as full-time growers, and they can't get a place in the city.

Others fell into the abyss in last night's turmoil, and everything came to naught overnight.

The well-dressed Xu Zhifeng was in stark contrast to these people, but no one dared to come up and disturb him along the way, not even the beggars.

Xu Zhifeng watched as he walked.

From the shattered streets, he could vaguely imagine one thing.

Hu Yuanlong, who was almost groveling in front of him yesterday morning, is so invincible here.

The buildings that have not yet burned out will begin to rebuild in about two days.

Those buildings that were destroyed under the aftermath of the Xuanshi handover have been rebuilt by many men in sackcloth at this time.

Those well-preserved shops have begun to change their signboards one after another, which means that the store has changed its course.

This is the fruit of Hu Yuenlong's victory.

Since the Ding family jumped out of this circle, the underground forces in Wenxing Town have been replaced in this way for decades.

The town's rulers didn't care.

Unless a great master is born like the Ding family back then, and he gets a knighthood for military merits, it is worthy of attention.

It doesn't matter which dog is in charge of this insignificant authority.

The little oil and water leaking from Xiang Bangyue's fingers can support the Hu family who dominates the country in just one year, but it sets off the fragility and insignificance of these so-called forces.

Walking and walking, Xu Zhifeng's name was suddenly called.

"Xu ...... Xu Zhifeng?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the side, seemingly with a hint of unconfidence.

Xu Zhifeng turned his head to see that he was an unkempt man, and his face was covered with mud and plaster.

"Who are you?"

Xu Zhifeng really couldn't remember this person.

The man got closer, "It's me, I'm Qi Ran!"

Xu Zhifeng thought about it for a long time and dug out this person from the memory of his predecessor.

Qi Ran was five or six years older than him, and he was in the same town as him, but he didn't expect that he hadn't died after so many years.

said that he was an acquaintance, but the predecessor hated this Qi Ran.

When the predecessor was seven or eight years old, the teenage Qi Ran relied on the older ones, was bigger, had more strength, and bullied the predecessor a lot.

grabbed food, grabbed old clothes, and grabbed a beating to pass the time when he was in a bad mood.

How a weak person transfers his negative emotions to another weaker weak person is vividly explained.

Seeing Xu Zhifeng's expression change, Qi Ran knew that he remembered himself, and sped up to get closer.