Warm sunlight filtered through the cracks in the windows, and small frecks of light dotted the neat room.

In the room, the young man sat cross-legged in the wooden basin, his hands were crossed, and a strange seal knot was placed in front of him, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady and powerful.

The wooden basin was filled with cyan water, and when it shook slightly, it even reflected a little strange light, which was quite magical.

The young man's chest was slightly slight, and between his breaths, there was a great sense of rhythm, and with the delay of the cultivation time, the cyan water in the wooden basin gradually emitted a faint airflow, and the airflow was slightly cyan, slowly climbing, and finally following the young man's breathing, he drilled into the body to move into the body.

Qi flowed into his body, and the young man's immature little face seemed to suddenly exude a luster like warm jade.

As if sensing the increasingly abundant fighting spirit in his body, the young man's little face raised a shallow smile of relief.

Tasting the sweetness, the young man did not stop there, his eyes were still closed, the handprints on his fingertips did not move at all, he concentrated his energy, maintained the best cultivation state, and continued to greedily absorb the gentle energy in the cyan liquid.

The cyan water contaminated the boy's skin, slipped into the boy's body along the pores of the skin, warmed the bones, and washed the veins...

Under the boy's never-ending demand, more and more air currents drifted out of the water basin, and in the end, it faintly covered the body of the young man's **.

Cultivation, in the penance of forgetting to sleep and eating slowly, the sunlight shining in from the window gradually weakened, and the hot temperature also slowly lowered the martial arts.

......

In the wooden basin, the young man with his eyes closed sucked the last wisp of air into his body, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened his martial arts.

In the black pupils, the white light flashed as usual, but this time it was a little bit of a pale blue martial arts.

Slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, the young man blinked his eyes brightly, and then stood up suddenly, letting the cold water splash from his body, stretched lazily and lazily, feeling the full Dou Qi in his body after three years, and muttered to himself in some intoxication: "At this pace, I'm afraid that in two more months, I will be able to impact the fifth stage of Dou Qi..."

Since the last time he had prepared everything, Xiao Yan had shrunk into his room for more than half a month, and in half a month, except for eating, drinking, and other things, he had almost lived a simple life of cultivation and martial arts.

However, although the days of cultivation were a bit boring, this was just a trivial matter for Xiao Yan, who had experienced three years of white-eyed ridicule.

The ridicule he has suffered for three years has made him clearly understand how important strength is on this continent...

However, although the days are hard, the results achieved by cultivation are full of joy.

The spiritual liquid refined by Yao Lao is far stronger than Xiao Yan and even Yao Lao himself expected, originally thought that even with the help of the medicinal power of the spiritual liquid, Xiao Yan would need at least a month to reach the fourth stage of Dou Qi, but unexpectedly, he forcibly shortened the time by half...

In this regard, even Yao Lao couldn't help but be a little surprised by Xiao Yan's cultivation efficiency, although this had something to do with Xiao Yan having walked this road, but this speed was too fast, right?

You must know that the cultivation of Dou Qi is particularly difficult to cultivate, and there are not a few people who spend ten or even twenty years on the cultivation of Dou Qi at the beginning of the tenth stage... Of course, once you become a real fighter, then your cultivation speed will be greatly accelerated, before you become a fighter, a year may only be able to increase the fighting qi for a while, but after entering the fighter, maybe you can soar a few stars in a year...

Under the extremely uncoordinated comparison of cultivation before and after, Xiao Yan's performance in the past half month was indeed a bit terrifying.

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Crawling out of the wooden basin without any scruples, Xiao Yan looked back at the cyan water that had become lighter in color, which was due to the fact that the energy contained in it was absorbed by himself, he shook his head helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "Can this still support a month and a half of cultivation?"

Wiped the water stains off his body, Xiao Yan casually put on a neat dress, then climbed onto the soft bed, and felt the pitch-black piece of iron from under the pillow.

The rust spots on the iron sheet have been carefully washed by Xiao Yan, and the whole is a little bright, exuding a faint luster, and it has a somewhat mysterious taste.

After half a month, in addition to cultivating with his head bored, Xiao Yan put the rest of his mind on the Xuan-level low-level fighting skills in this iron piece.

In the past half a month, under the guidance of Yao Lao, Xiao Yan has gradually mastered the trick of sucking palms, but due to the thinness of the fighting qi in his body, he has never seen any substantive effect, which makes Xiao Yan feel a little regretful.

...

Holding the iron piece in his hand with both palms, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly closed, and his soul perceived, along his arm, he easily probed into the black iron piece.

As Xiao Yan's breathing became steady, the room calmed down again.

There was another long period of silence, and at a certain moment, Xiao Yan on the bed, his eyes opened violently, his right palm curled slightly, forming a claw-shaped shape, and the faint fighting qi in his body followed the control of consciousness, quickly passing through several specific veins and positions in the palm, and finally the suction erupted into a martial arts.

"Bang..."

Where the palm of his hand was pointing, a blue and white vase on the table suddenly shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground, turning into fragments all over the ground in a crisp sound.

"Alas, although the fighting skill is a Xuan level, the fighting qi is too weak, and it can't exert much power at all. Looking at the damage he had caused, Xiao Yan pursed his lips and whispered to himself helplessly: "Judging from this effect, if you want to create a suction force that can pull a person, I'm afraid you need at least seven stages of fighting qi to do it." ”

"Forget it, go to the family fighting skill hall to see if there are any low-level fighting skills that are handy, this sucking palm, in a short period of time, is of little use, now that you can cultivate the fighting qi, you can't still cultivate as stupidly as before..."

Squinted his eyes slightly, and after slightly adapting to the blazing sunlight, Xiao Yan carefully closed the door, leisurely followed the gravel path, and slowly walked towards the backyard.

On both sides of the gravel path, there are verdant willow trees, lush green, which makes people feel refreshed.

Turning the corner, there was a burst of girlish laughter, but it was from another path that came out of the martial arts.

Disturbed by the quiet atmosphere, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his eyes moved along the voice, looking at the group of smiling girls who came to move.

Surrounded by several beautiful girls, a girl with a somewhat charming appearance was pursing her lips and smiling, and the charming style on her little face made several young girls beside her feel inferior.

This girl is Xiao Mei, who was in the limelight in the test square that day.

Glancing indifferently at this beautiful girl who had been calling her cousin and cousin by her side, Xiao Yan's immature little face flashed a touch of sarcasm, shook his head gently, and retracted his gaze without hesitation.

Walking to the end of the road, Xiao Mei's seductive laughter suddenly weakened, and she saw the young man not far on the left...

The sunset sprinkled from the sky, shining on the young man with his arm resting on the back of his head and his small face indifferent, which was extremely charming and martial arts.

A pair of eyes that were a little seductive, staring at the young man who was getting closer and closer, looking at the shallow arc on his little face that couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a smile, Xiao Mei's spirit, suddenly a little inexplicable trance...

Three years ago, the corner of the young man's mouth often hung this somewhat intoxicating arc.