Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed since Xia Huang tested the qualification of the sword platform.

Sword Pavilion Dragon Hall, Spirit Refining Room Palace.

"Have you heard? The young hall master tested his qualifications on the sword platform, and his skills were shocking, and he was a blockbuster. ”

"Really?"

"Then there is still a fake? Eighteen first-class swordsmanship, the door is at the peak, and the entire Sword Pavilion is about to spread all over!"

The disciples of the Dragon Hall were discussing Xia Huang's performance of the sword platform.

This is definitely something to excite for the people of Longtang.

"Young Hall Master, Acting Sword Stage, Eighteen first-class swordsmanship, the door is at its peak?"

In front of the palace, Pei Lao, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, squinting slightly, heard the discussion, his body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"What happened?"

Pei Lao grabbed a Dragon Hall disciple and asked.

The disciple of the Dragon Hall said: "Old Pei, you still don't know that the young hall master is able to cultivate, and besides, if he doesn't make a sound, he will be a blockbuster......

The disciple of the Dragon Hall said in an excited tone and told the story of the sword stage.

"This, this ......"

Until the disciples of the Dragon Hall were far away, Pei Lao muttered, and he still couldn't recover from the shock.

He also thought about the fact that the spiritual energy in the spirit refining room was absorbed.

It really has something to do with Xia Huang!

Xia Huang can really cultivate!

"Hall Master, is it your spirit in the heavens, bless the young hall master, bring hope to our Dragon Hall, ......"

Pei Lao looked up to the sky, and his face was full of tears.

The sun is like fire, pouring scorching light, and the air is filled with a fiery breath.

In the Refining Chamber.

Xia Huang sat cross-legged, and all around, the spiritual stones that had become gray were scattered, and the spiritual energy was absorbed, cracking like rock ash, and flying away.

For a while, except for simple eating and sleeping, Xia Huang spent almost all of his time in the spirit refining room.

Immerse yourself in cultivation.

With the heaven-level qualification, he received a hundred spirit stones, and with the gift from the elder of the sword platform, Xia Huang held two hundred spirit stones in his hand, and by now, they had almost been consumed.

Bang!

As the cracking sound sounded, another spirit stone was sucked out of the spiritual energy, turned gray, and immediately turned into flying ash and scattered.

Streams of pure aura, like a whale swallowing water, were absorbed by the heart of the star core.

The aura in the spirit refining room is also endless, rolling in.

Now, Xia Huang's body has opened up forty meridians!

Running the Heaven Capture Record, with the rotation of the heart of the star core, the surrounding aura was like a tide, surging towards Xia Hao, bathed in the brilliance of the aura, the scene was amazing, and it was full of holy breath.

In the heart of the star core, the vitality is as rich as a cloud, constantly surging and condensing, like a nebula, swirling and blending, converging.

Day after day.

Another day.

Airplanes......

The aura sounded like a tide in the body, Xia Huang's body shook slightly, and his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the luster flowed, bright and clear.

Dantian, the thickness of the vitality in the heart of the star core,

From thirty-one inches to fifty inches,

From fifty inches to more than eighty inches,

From more than eighty inches......

to span 100 inches,

And then all the way up......

Now, the thickness of the vitality in the dantian in Xia Huang's body and the heart of the star core has reached one hundred and eighty inches!

Looking out the window, a round of sunset was sinking, it was already dusk, and Xia Huang had been in the spirit refining room for more than twenty days.

It has been a month since Xia Huang was reborn and came to the Sword Pavilion.

And the distance from the sword meeting,

There is still a month to go.

Touching the spirit bag beside him, the corners of Xia Huang's mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile. The spirit bag was already empty, and the two hundred spirit stones, not one left, were all gone.

In more than 20 days, two hundred spirit stones have been consumed, and it is supported by a place with strong spiritual energy such as the spirit refining room, and this kind of consumption rate, if people know, I don't know how many people's eyeballs will be shocked.

It's crazy too!

You must know that two hundred spirit stones are enough to support the cultivation needs of ordinary cultivators for one or two years.

Xia Huang finished his cultivation.

The cultivation of the spirit refining room has come to an end, and even if there are still spirit stones, Xia Huang is no longer ready to continue to bury his head in cultivation like this.

True cultivation is not just as simple as sitting quietly and absorbing aura, but also requires practice, fighting, and sometimes, even sharpening and understanding between life and death in order to comprehend the true meaning of cultivation.

In Xia Huang's heart, he already had the goal of the trial.

Nightmare Forest!

The Demon Nightmare Forest is a primeval mountain forest, where demon beasts are rampant and full of danger, and it is also a place of trial for many Sword Pavilion disciples to hunt demon beasts and sharpen themselves.

After straightening his robe, Xia Huang got up and walked towards the outside of the spirit refining room.

"Young hall master. ”

Before he walked out of the spirit refining room, Pei Lao stopped him.

Looking at his appearance, it seems that he has been waiting for Xia Huang for a long time.

"Pei Lao, is there something wrong?" In Xia Huang's memory of his previous life, Pei Lao, who was an old man in Longtang, had followed his father for many years, and he was low-key, but he worked hard and regarded Longtang as life.

Pei Lao looked at Xia Huang and asked, "Young Hall Master, are you really able to cultivate?"

"Hmm. Xia Huang nodded.

It's no secret.

"Good, good, good. Pei Lao muttered in his mouth, said three "good" words in a row, took out a wooden box from his arms, and said: "My cultivation is shallow, and I can't help the young hall master, I'm really ashamed." This should be the right to celebrate the young hall master for being able to cultivate, a little heart. ”

Pei Lao stuffed the wooden box into Xia Huang's hand.

Xia Huang opened the wooden box and saw a fiery red elixir inside, which was like a natural formation, with faint lines on the surface, full of vitality, and a mysterious feeling.

"Gathering Elixir!"

Xia Huang raised his eyebrows slightly.

The pill is an important auxiliary resource for cultivation, and the refining of an elixir requires many conditions such as materials, earth fire, pill furnace, and alchemist, and it is expensive. And the Gathering Spirit Pill in front of him is a fusion of various rare materials, which has a great effect on the improvement of cultivation and even the consolidation of the foundation.

Such a spirit pill, if converted according to spirit stones, is worth at least thousands of spirit stones.

"Elder Pei, this is what you keep for your own breakthrough, right?" Xia Huang said.

Pei Lao waved his hand and said, "I'm all this old, if I can't break through, what's the point?" Young hall master, you are the hope of our Dragon Hall, this Gathering Spirit Pill, give it to you, so that it can really be useful." This is my intention, you can't shirk it, otherwise, you won't even be able to send things, where can you put my old man's face!"

Xia Huang was slightly silent, looked at Pei Lao, and said: "Then thank you Pei Lao, please rest assured Pei Lao, I will keep Longtang, and I will never let it fall into the hearts of others, no matter who it is." ”

"Good. Pei Lao smiled: "We believe in you." Young hall master, you don't have to be in a hurry, even if the dragon hall changes hands for a while, it doesn't matter. As long as you can cultivate, then there is hope for us in the Dragon Hall. I, and many others in the Dragon Hall, will always support you. ”

Pei Lao left with his hands in his hands, walking and walking, and his slightly rickety body gradually straightened up.

There seems to be a spirit that supports him.

This is the spirit of Longtang, which has been silent for a long time, and at this moment, it seems to have ushered in a recovery again.