Ling Fan followed this group of men and horses for more than ten days, and he didn't know how far he had walked, and he came to a city, and he could hear the noisy shouting sound of selling far away. Entering the city, Ling Fan looked at the city in front of him, it was the first time he had seen such a big city. This team of centaurs was stationed in this city, and Ling Fan had to find a way to survive here. Facing this huge city, the streets where people come and go, Ling Fan didn't know how to live, it seemed that the life in the town was still not suitable for him, and he had to live a life in the mountains outside the city again.

Thinking of this, Ling Fan walked towards the outside of the city step by step, and not far in front of him, there was an old woman with a big burden who was struggling to walk. Ling Fan walked over quickly and asked the old woman, "Old woman, where are you going?"

The old woman looked at Ling Fan, "I'm going back to the village outside the city." ”

"Then I'll help you carry it, I happen to be out of the city too. Ling Fan replied.

"Thank you, young man, you don't look like a local, do you?" the old woman asked, looking at Ling Fan.

"Yes, I'm from the north. Ling Fan replied casually.

"Then how do you live, and where do you live?" asked the old woman again, "Shall I hunt hares and pick some fruit." Ling Fan replied.

"Young man, I live alone at such an age, if it is convenient to come to our village, it is better than you sleeping outside alone. The old woman said with a smile.

"Yes, in that case, thank you, mother-in-law. Ling Fan bowed to the old woman. He knew that the old woman was kind enough to take in a helpless child like him.

Soon Ling Fan came to a small village, the village was not big, and the old woman lived in a very simple place, a small house, a small courtyard. Such a place made Ling Fan feel very relieved.

The following days were so ordinary, Ling Fan lived a hunting life as before in addition to helping the old woman carry water, farming, and taking care of the vegetable garden.

Day after day of exploration and practice had allowed Ling Fan to find some tricks, and it seemed that every time he tried to change the direction of the flow of the outside aura, there was always some slight vibration somewhere in his body. Gradually, Ling Fan found that although he couldn't concentrate the aura of the outside world, he could already wrap the aura around the external object.

Now Ling Fan can already rely on his own will to levitate the stone in the air. Then he used to change the flow direction of the aura to make the stone fly towards the place he wanted to attack, but the speed of the flight was too slow, and the accuracy was even worse, and the most important thing was that the object he controlled would no longer be under his control after more than ten meters away from his side.

This made Ling Fan a little helpless, he had been practicing hard and originally thinking of some changes, although it could not be said to be a more powerful attack method, but at least he could protect himself. But as it stands, his practice is juggling at best.

Hey, Ling Fan sighed, it seemed that he was in a hurry, but in fact, Ling Fan didn't know that controlling objects could only be done by cultivators who had truly entered the Imperial Spirit Stage. Moreover, as Ling Fan thought, controlling objects to attack at least required a cultivator at the level of a spirit master.

Ling Fan looked at the pheasants and hares around him and finally felt a little relieved, today's harvest is still good, and he and the old woman can also improve their food a little.

Ling Fan bent down to pick up the prey he had hit, and suddenly Ling Fan thought that he was usually just manipulating stones, and if he practiced with something bigger, it might help his cultivation. Thinking of this, Ling Fan looked at the prey in front of him, concentrating a little bit, and the body of a hare slowly flashed with a faint light, but he couldn't fly.

Is it too heavy, Ling Fan thought to himself, then add more strength. Ling Fan concentrated all his consciousness on this hare, and finally the hare's body slowly floated, but it was too far from his expectations, the hare's body had just floated to Ling Fan's knees, and at this moment, Ling Fan was already sweating profusely.

Ling Fan was not reconciled, and continued to manipulate the aura to make the hare float higher. But the hare's body was not as hard as a stone, and just now it flew a little higher, and the hare's body trembled slightly.

Bang, the aura that Ling Fan had just gathered to wrap the hare's body suddenly dispersed, and the hare fell to the ground all of a sudden. Hmm, Ling Fan was also sitting on the ground. It's too difficult, I really didn't expect him to be handy at controlling stones in normal times, and there has never been a time when the aura is scattered. But when he manipulated the hare's body just now, the hare's body only trembled slightly, breaking the aura he had worked so hard to gather.

Ling Fan sat on the ground gasping for breath, originally he was still a little complacent that he had been able to manipulate the stones, but he didn't expect the aura structure he controlled to be so unstable. As long as the object he controlled changed slightly, the aura structure that he had worked so hard to build would instantly disintegrate.

Ling Fan now let the aura gather to control smaller objects, the larger the object, the more aura needs to be gathered, and it also needs more concentrated will and more precise control.

Do you want to give it a try? Ling Fan's unyielding personality made him not want to give up, so he could only concentrate all his consciousness, and usually only used part of his consciousness every time he practiced, and the other part of his consciousness was in his body to resist the pain caused by his troublesome physique.

In other words, from now on, Ling Fan will no longer pay attention to the physical pain, but concentrate all his consciousness and let the hare's body fly. Thinking of this, Ling Fan stood up, closed his eyes and concentrated, putting all his consciousness on the hare. Hmm, it hurts, Ling Fan felt that his body was tearing in pain, and he didn't use his consciousness to resist the pain, which almost made Ling Fan's spirit collapse.

Unexpectedly, the pain in Ling Fan's body had reached such a point now, Ling Fan gritted his teeth and endured it, at least the matter in front of him would be successful. Ling Fan watched the hare's body slowly float, this time it was indeed much easier than before, the hare's body trembled a few times in the process of floating, although the aura structure that Ling Fan gathered had a tendency to collapse, but it still resisted.

Great, it finally succeeded, hmm, Ling Fan smiled with relief. His body was so painful that it seemed that he still had to use a part of his consciousness to resist the pain, and Ling Fan thought about allocating a part of his consciousness to resist the pain.

Well, what's the matter, Ling Fan's body didn't obey the call, and the pain swept over in waves, why? Ling Fan's consciousness didn't listen to his control, damn it, the hare in front of him kept floating there. No matter how hard Ling Fan tried, even if he no longer controlled the aura outside his body, the hare was still floating there.

Oh no, ah, Ling Fan fell to the ground with a scream. It hurts, what to do, his consciousness gradually blurred, and Ling Fan may die of pain if he continues like this. The pain that did not consciously resist raged through his body like a flood, and it was even more ferocious, hissing, Ling Fan felt his body crack, and blood came out in threads. The whole body burst open little by little, and soon Ling Fan was stained all over his body by his own blood.

It was a mistake, Ling Fan really didn't expect that the temporary appropriation of the consciousness of resisting physical pain would actually be such a consequence. Now Ling Fan could only lie on the ground, unable to even move, and could only gasp for breath.

Whew, whew, whew, it's over, except for the pain Ling Fan couldn't feel anything else, his eyes were dark, everything around him could no longer be felt, only the body of the hare in front of him was still floating.

I don't know how long it was, but it was already dark, and somewhere in the woods, a faintly shiny hare floated there stood out. Through the faint light, you can see a young man lying on the ground covered in blood. The boy's fingers moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. Phew, are you still alive? The boy couldn't believe that he was still alive in this world, and slowly struggled to sit up. The young man at this moment was so that no one could recognize him as Ling Fan.

The body was still in such pain, Ling Fan looked at the hare that was still floating in front of him, and couldn't help but grit his teeth tightly, it was all you who harmed him. With a snap, the hare suddenly fell to the ground, and Ling Fan felt his consciousness be controlled again.

Ling Fan leaned against the tree and rested slightly, struggled to get up, and dragged his tired body towards the village, his body was as heavy as lead, and it took a lot of effort to get out of the grove.

Through the faint moonlight, Ling Fan found that he was covered in blood, and his simple clothes had been dyed red. If the villagers see this now, I don't know what they will think, and if Ling Fan wants to say that he made himself like this, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and experienced it himself, no one would believe it, not even Ling Fan himself.

Ling Fan walked to the gate of the small courtyard step by step, the old woman in the courtyard was still sitting at the door and waiting anxiously, and she was also startled to see an old woman Ling Fan covered in dirt and stained with blood.

"Are you ......," the old woman asked tremblingly.

"Mother-in-law, it's me, Ling Fan, I'm back. Ling Fan agreed weakly.

"Ah, what's wrong with you, how did you get like this?" the old woman hurriedly came over and carried Ling Fan into the hut.

"I'm fine, mother-in-law, you haven't rested so late?" Someone cared so much about him, which also warmed Ling Fan's heart a lot.

Ling Fan was really grateful to God for his favor, thinking of what happened to him today was really scared, Ling Fan simply washed up, and ate some porridge sent by his mother-in-law, and his body felt better.

The old woman looked at Ling Fan's appearance, and opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but she still didn't say anything. "I'm fine, mother-in-law, you should rest early. Ling Fan saw her mother-in-law's worry and said with a smile.

The mother-in-law didn't say anything more and turned to leave. Ling Fan was lying on the bed, his body was heavy, Ling Fan didn't understand that he was just appropriating the consciousness of resisting pain, it stands to reason that apart from pain, he shouldn't be embarrassed like he is now, no matter what, this makes him unable to understand. His body was still aching faintly, and the long-lost feeling of exhaustion made Ling Fan slowly fall asleep.

The old woman outside the house was quietly crying, and Ling Fan's appearance was really distressing.