It was only a moment for Connor to open his eyes and smile faintly, despite the impurities in the energy in his body, he didn't seem to be worried.

Originally, Connor was already in the fourth stage of the Primal Energy Teaching, and absorbing this drop of demonic blood today gave him some confidence in his future energy. This demonic blood obviously has a great benefit to the improvement of the original energy, but the improvement of the spiritual power is very small.

If you think about it a little, it's not hard to understand. The power of the spirit is originally the power of creation that comes from the cultivation of the original energy, and the power of creation that comes from the meditation of adulthood, is the companion of the energy of force. Now that he has not done any cultivation or meditation, he has generated the energy that can only be cultivated for such a long time, and how can he cultivate the spiritual power that can only be cultivated by meditation.

Connor was confident that as long as he absorbed all the demon blood spirit milk in the dozen or so bottles in front of him, even if he couldn't reach the peak of the fourth stage, it wouldn't be too far behind.

"Just?" Connor seemed to be afraid of waking Shi Xiaojiao, so he muttered to himself very softly. I saw that there was an extra white jade bottle in his hand, and I thought to myself:

"If every drop of spiritual milk and demon blood can be like the energy in Fang Cai's demon blood, then there is no need to worry."

What is the spiritual milk, that is the high-level cultivator's cultivation condensation, and the energy consumed to condense the spiritual milk can be said to be irreversible. If you want to repair it back, it is very difficult. Once the energy is consumed to condense the spiritual milk, the opportunity to increase the energy is basically lost.

There are no shortcuts to energy, and it is dangerous to absorb too much demonic blood and not use other substances to neutralize it. Most of this so-called spiritual milk is only used to neutralize the effect of demon blood.

What monk in the whole world would be willing to spend his life on cultivation to make wedding clothes for others. It's just self-deception. Connor knew very little about these things, and he must have had very little contact with them.

Connor also clasped his hands together and hid the white vial in the palms of his palms, which were placed flat on the dantian. As soon as the palms opened, the white vial was suspended between the palms of the air. The vial shuddered, and the cracks shattered all over it, shattering like smoke and dust.

The smoke cleared, and a soft white light appeared between the palms. This so-called spiritual milk is not a physical thing. A flash of primordial energy instantly enveloped the white light. This energy surged and turned into a white mist, and the "spiritual milk" could no longer be seen between the palms, only a white mist remained.

The white mist trembled and contracted for a while, and in a moment, the milky white mist melted away like melting snow in spring. The speed of absorbing the spiritual milk is so fast, it is no wonder that the spiritual milk itself is a kind of energy condensation, and absorbing it is just a matter of course.

Connor once again used his psychic power to probe the energy in his body, and found that the increase in energy was much smaller than that of the demon's blood. In addition to being disappointed, I tasted the energy in my body again, and found that the feeling of those energy impurities before was gone, and it seemed that the spiritual milk had played a role.

With a move of his hand, Connor flipped the lid of the jade box, covered it, put it into his hand, and put it on his waist.

In this way, things that can be added to ten years of cultivation out of thin air, but they can't be used all at once, and if they are not cultivated and consolidated, it will be a matter of endless trouble.

Connor clearly understands this, and there are no shortcuts to energy. If it weren't for the greed of human nature, which was bent on finding things that could increase the energy in the body out of thin air, there would be no such substances as demon blood and spiritual milk in the world. It's just the scourge of the word "greed".

When the sky was hazy, Connor got out of bed and glanced at Shi Xiaojiao, who was still asleep. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he whispered to himself: "Ten days!" ”

From the tone of his voice, you can tell that he is in a bad mood. I found paper and pen from the room, and left a book on the table:

This, the Qing family, Qing can come and go freely. There are many things to do today, and I can't share them, so I hope you can forgive me.

This nameplate is a token of my sharp sword. With this nameplate, if I am unharmed, the stone pai city will be all entered. Cherish it.

Leave 100 non-material coins and 10 million coins. Do not look before others, so as not to be evil.

O. Connor Nysa

April 12, 739 Northern Calendar

When Connor finished writing, he reached out and flicked it on the table, and there was a pile of neatly stacked Primal Energy Crystals on the table, and if you counted them, there would be as many as a hundred. Connor pulled out a large stack of paper bills from the room and placed them on the table.

Looking at the objects on the table, Connor smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and with a movement of his palm, a flash of inspiration revealed an extra black iron card. Take a closer look at this card, the two short knives on the card face are crossed, and between the two short knives there is a "Ou" word, which is the token of O. Connor Nisa.

The card had been crafted long before Connor heard that Artum had asked him to wield the Blade. It seems that, in some respects, the servants are still very efficient.

Connor didn't dare to delay and left his new home. Driving the locomotive alone, he went to the headquarters of the stone brand.

Shipai Headquarters, Atumu Office......

"Brother-in-law! Xiang'er said that she must marry the media and be the master of the backyard! Xiang'er has been dependent on Connor since she was a child, and her brother-in-law won't refuse to accept this request, right? Connor spoke to Artum in a lavishly decorated room.

I saw that Atumu didn't answer, but just sat at a table, holding a piece of unknown animal skin and wiping a statue of a wild wolf with the color of glass.

This wolf sculpture is lifelike, the color of the glass seems to be some kind of unknown metal has been polished to the limit, just look at the color of this sculpture, you can be sure that this is definitely a treasure material.

Nowadays, it is too extravagant to create an ornamental object with such a rare object. You must know that many samurai spend their lives in poverty, and it is difficult to forge a war treasure at hand.

"I love wolves, because they are fierce! They will do whatever it takes to get their prey. I hope that uncle, you can also become a wild wolf in the first district, so that my status can be further improved! Atumu sighed at the sculpture, causing a layer of mist to appear on the surface of the sculpture, and continued to wipe it with the hide.

Atumu's words couldn't be clearer. The implication is that he is no longer satisfied with the current status quo, and what he wants to do, he can't say, he can't say.

"Xiang'er married her brother-in-law, and we are a family. What does the brother-in-law want to do, then Wu Connor as an uncle, of course, from it! Connor smiled faintly, looking like he was looking at Atul's Trojan horse.

"It's enough to have my uncle!" Atumu wiped the wolf eagle again. It seemed like a great effort to pick up the sculpture and place it on a stand, but Connor didn't step forward to help him, even though he saw how hard it was.

"On the 22nd, I will send someone to marry Xiang'er! It will never make my brother's uncle lose face! Atumu clapped his hands and smiled, the wrinkles on his face crumpled.

"Thank you so much brother-in-law for making it happen!" Connor bowed his hand and thanked him.

"The family doesn't have to say so much. Speaking of thanks, brother-in-law, I should also thank you, uncle! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ......" Atumu laughed wildly, as if he was extremely proud.

Connor naturally understood why Atomu was happy, but as a servant, it was inconvenient to say why. Connor seemed to remember something again, stood up and saluted:

"I have heard for a long time that my brother-in-law's calligraphy and painting are outstanding, and today I want to ask my brother-in-law to give a new name to my uncle's new house!"

Atumu watched Connor salute, his body moved, and he disappeared in place. At the same time, Atumu appeared in front of Connor, and was already holding Connor's waist with one hand. To put it mildly:

"Uncle is a family, there is no need to do this ceremony! If you have something to say, isn't it just a sub-word? Uncle I can't look at my brother-in-law! ”

Atumu said, laughing wildly, he likes to be praised by people for his good calligraphy. Connor looked at Atumu's speed, and his heart sank, this was the first time he had seen Atumu's power with his own eyes. He could even vaguely feel that its strength was too strong to rival that of Montenegro.

In a porcelain urn, Atul took out a scroll and spread it out on the table. Connor looked at the scrolls of calligraphy and painting in the porcelain urn, and did not forget to praise them.

Atumu grabbed the skin of the wild dog sculpture and rolled it into a roll, smeared it with ink, and waved ink on the scroll.

Connor's flowing writing techniques and techniques dazzled him from the sidelines. He even vaguely felt a colossal aura between the lines, as if an eternal power was taking shape in front of him. Every stroke, every stroke, carries the meaning of the Tao containing endless energy. If you close your eyes and comprehend one of them slightly, you will be able to comprehend a powerful martial art, a powerful secret technique, a secret technique.

The method of war, energy, is the way of literature. Feeling the meaning of energy and the way of power between the lines is the true meaning of energy. Once upon a time, Connor didn't think about what energy had to do with the ink. That's just because he has too little contact, too few ears.