Whenever Long Chen endured those piercing pains and kept shifting between the control state and the ordinary state, each time he repeated the cultivation of the Xuan Qi in his body, he would decrease by one point, and on the contrary, his body would become more tenacious.

This kind of non-human exercise is not only something that can be sustained by relying on perseverance, but also a matter of the amount of Xuan Qi in the body, once the Xuan Qi in the body is consumed, Long Chen can no longer continue.

After persisting for an hour and a half, the Xuan Qi in Long Chen's body was also completely consumed, and if these Xuan Qi wanted to be replenished, it would take at least ten hours or more, but just the effect of such a half-hour of cultivation was enough to be equivalent to ten days of training in a simple ordinary state.

It stands to reason that Long Chen's body should become stronger and stronger if he is such a non-human extreme cultivator, but if he allows his appearance to become stronger, wouldn't he scare others to death? Just imagine a five-year-old child full of muscles appearing in front of others, it is estimated that who will treat this child as a monster.

Therefore, after Long Chen's extreme cultivation every day, he would leave a little Xuan Qi to compress those muscle groups that were being exercised, maintaining the physique that an ordinary child should have, he didn't want to be treated as a monster, and he didn't want his parents to find out that he was doing this kind of cruel cultivation to worry them.

After finishing his cultivation, Long Chen lay on the floor like a puddle of mud, and after a while he struggled to stand up, now he felt like he was floating when he walked, and he could barely feel the presence of his body.

It's impossible to stand up in a normal state.,You can only stand up with a controlled state.,But the pace of walking is extremely mechanical.,It looks like a zombie.,I don't feel any life.。

Long Chen swayed to the back window and looked at the new cabin in the backyard, he really hoped that he would be six years old when he woke up one night, and after passing the test, he took the forbidden book and went to the basement of the cabin to ingest the Xuancao that I don't know how many years it was.

After habitually glancing at him, Long Chen was ready to go back to bed, an hour and a half of extreme cultivation made him very tired.

However, just when Long Chen was about to turn around, he suddenly found a black shadow appearing on the grass in the backyard, the black shadow flickered a few times and stayed in front of the cabin, and it could be vaguely seen that it seemed to be a gray-haired old man, the old man stood in the locked door for a second and then disappeared.

Long Chen looked at this scene expressionlessly, but he was taken aback in his heart, and he suspected that he was dazzled, so he stood at the window and continued to wait for a long time, but there was no black shadow or old man at all.

And Long Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he twisted back to the bed, fell down and fell asleep.

But when Long Chen fell asleep for a while, the old man he saw before appeared directly in front of the bed and stretched out a withered hand like an eagle's claw towards him!

In the dimly lit room, the white-haired old man's thin hand instantly stretched out in front of Long Chen's forehead, and under the faint moonlight, his wrinkled face looked very gloomy, and a strange smile cracked at the corner of his shriveled mouth, like an old monster.

The old monster sneaking in the dark in the middle of the night, the little boy sleeping soundly in the bed, this scene looks like a picture of something terrible about to happen.

Unexpectedly, the old man's outstretched hand did not dig out Longchen's head to absorb brains or anything, nor did he dig out Longchen's eyes, but just touched the tips of the hair on the top of Longchen's head very lightly, just like a kind grandfather's caress for his grandson, but the smile on his face was a little obscene no matter how he looked at it.

"I slept so well, not bad. ”

The old man muttered in a low voice, hunched his waist and shrunk his head and picked it up in the cloth robe, tossed it like a lice for a long time, took out a rag bag, took out a small hexahedral crystal from the bag, and carefully placed it at the center of Long Chen's eyebrows.

Staring at the faint green light emitted from one of the hexahedral crystals, the old man nodded his head indifferently and said to himself, "Zhi Xuanqi, well, it seems that he inherited your father." ”

Then, another crystal emitted a faint cyan light, and the old man was startled, and praised with some joy: "Hehe, not bad, not bad, two-lineed, and also inherited your mother's poultry spirit......!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, his eyes widened suddenly, his jaw almost fell to the ground, and he stared in amazement at the faint yellow light that lit up again on the hexahedron, petrified......

After a long time, the old man recovered to a great shock, as if he wanted to scream a few times, but he had to lower his voice, raised and gently fell to the floor a few times, waved his arms, and scolded with a painful expression: "Three series, three series, three series, three series, three hundred years of three series?

After holding back this sentence, the old man seemed to feel better, exhaled a deep breath, and took back the hexahedron crystal with some embarrassment, a little regretful, but muttered a little proudly: "It's a pity, even the amount of the three mysteries is less, but it's okay, the tattered induction crystals in the Xuanzong Hall can sense two of them at most, and the forbidden stone will not show three, fortunately, Lao Tzu came in person, otherwise I don't know that a three-line mystic person is a descendant of Lao Tzu for hundreds of years." ”

"Who are you?"

A childish voice suddenly came out, and Long Chen, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and stared at the old man in front of the bed who had been muttering for a long time.

The old man seemed to be startled by this sudden voice, turned his head to look around, hurriedly raised his finger and hissed at his mouth, and then looked at Long Chen in surprise and asked, "When did you wake up?"

Long Chen replied very honestly: "Just when you appeared. ”

"Huh?" the old man was taken aback, and then said with a dark smile: "You kid still want to lie to me?

Long Chen sighed helplessly and said softly, "Okay, actually I was just woken up by you." ”

"If you want to lie to me, you're still a little tender. ”

The old man patted Long Chen's head with a smile, and then squatted down and asked curiously, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"You didn't hurt me, why am I afraid?"

Long Chen replied casually, he was not afraid of ghosts, and in the middle of the night, he suddenly found an old man with white hair fluttering in front of the bed, if he hadn't had no strength, he would have jumped up and run away.

"You little guy isn't very honest. ”

The old man grinned, and then added a little obscenely: "But I like it, too honest children can't make big things, and they won't live long." ”