On that day, the flower resin mist returned to the cabin, and without resting for a moment, he ran up the back mountain, found a hidden place to hide, and began to cultivate.

Right now, if you enter the Immortal Gate and cultivate one day earlier, you will be able to take revenge one day earlier!

Living in peace in Xianmen is by no means her goal.

In addition, Dugu Fengxi's dog-legged son Canaan is all in the Xianmen, and it is likely that she has already been eyed by her, and she can't be delayed.

With such determination, Flower Fat Mist picked up the immortal book, page after page, and read it extremely carefully.

"Cultivating the mind...... Qi refining? ”

From the beginning to the end, what is recorded in the immortal books is the simplest cultivation method, which is much lower than the cultivation method of the immortal sect disciples.

Moreover, most of the things recorded in her book are things like luck and self-cultivation, and there are too few records for the exercises, not even two sentences, and even ordinary spiritual power formations are very few, which is simply useless.

Then again, even if it doesn't work, you have to give it a try.

Starting with the simplest luck, then pranayama, and gradually improving the range of aura in her dantian, coupled with the help of the Vientiane Body, there should be no difficulty in refining the body for her.

Between the maple forest and the yellow plum forest, there is a spring waterfall, the huge rock rises, secluded and open, she found a place to stay in the shade, this is a good place to cultivate.

Floral mist sits cross-legged.

The already fair skin is simply white and transparent when the sun shines on it.

It's just that the sweat and mist gradually wet her temples, and her whole body is hot, so much spiritual power that is about to overflow, there is nowhere to vent, and she stores it in the bloodlines in all directions.

The flower fat mist clenched his fists.

Strange and powerful power, but it can't be exposed, it can only hide in this thin body, it's really aggrieved.

She transported the qi of the dantian to her body, and finally gathered it in the palm of her hand, and slashed into the waterfall with a blade, as if the water flow was cut, and there was a moment of emptiness!

As the saying goes, the water flows more when the knife is drawn.

At this moment, the spiritual power seems to have life, remaining between the waterfalls, and if you look closely, a half-inch-deep chisel mark is recorded on the stone wall behind the waterfall!

It can be seen that the power is staggering.

"Close!"

The flower fat mist snorted lightly, and then withdrew the power between the palms of his hands, and his body shook slightly, obviously there was no wind, but it was as if he had been swept by a strong wind - this was the reason why the spiritual power returned to the body.

She looked down at herself.

Such a majestic power is really difficult to control.

The waterfall reverts to a curtain of water flowing downstream, and the spring water gradually flows away, branching into several small streams, and the maple leaves fall into the water, drifting away with the current, but are easily overturned by a wave.

"Water can carry a boat, or it can capsize a boat."

She had palpitations.

In her previous life, she had a strong force, had three guests, and was a genius girl in the immortal cultivation world.

But even so, the gap between the Vientiane Body and the Five Elements Body is still one heaven and one underground.

The difference is a millimeter, and the difference is a thousand miles, and it can't be the same day!

She stared at the waterfall in amazement, the chisel marks extending from the stone walls to the left and right, crooked.

"It's too hard to control."

The original intention of the flower resin mist was to open the waterfall, but she was not able to control this power enough, so that she used too much force, leaving chisel marks, and did not succeed in drawing a straight line.

The spiritual power collapsed in the air and changed direction, and only then did it twist and turn.

In the dark, the cultivation of the flower fat mist is like letting a baby pick up a pen and write.

Although it can be inked, it is a mess.