Xuanyuan Wentian didn't hear Brother Long's reply, and Shenlong had already left.

Looking at the huge dragon scales, it was heavy and weighty. Xuanyuan Wentian took a piece of white cloth and wrapped it and placed it under the bed. This was taken off the body by Brother Long, and it was a pity that a living dragon was missing a scale. Maybe he is the only one in the world who owns a piece of dragon scales, which is really a strange commodity. Brother Long repeatedly told him not to tell the story between them to others, and he kept it in mind.

As for whether there would be danger, Xuanyuan Wentian hadn't thought about it, since he came to Lingshan, he didn't know what danger was. The head of the hidden dragon said that he was the one who saved the people in the world who was born in fire and water, but now he has no power to restrain the chicken, but the spiritual power has just sprouted, and the life and death of the head of the hidden dragon are unknown.

Xuanyuan Wentian sat cross-legged and folded his hands.

These days, Lingshan is covered with heavy snow, and everything is silent, which is an excellent time to practice martial arts. Without the interference of the outside world, cultivation became simple and boring.

Xuanyuan asked the aura in the heavenly body to operate, only a cup of tea's kung fu aura was running at its peak, and he felt a scorching gas flowing from the depths of the dantian to the surroundings of his body, which was enough to resist the severe cold, and it was even more violent than drinking the wine brewed from that wood fruit. The wood fruit wine is elegant and sweet, and has little stamina, but the wood fruit wine made from dragon eggs provides a steady stream of aura for the body.

Xuanyuan asked the sky two feet above the ground, hovering in the middle of the room. After half a month of cultivation, his body no longer swayed in the air. At this moment, his mind went blank and entered an ethereal state.

It is not easy for a person to do one thing well. The human race is impetuous, looking forward and backward when encountering problems, and if you want to do one thing well, you must go all out. When you're trying, you feel like you've done your best, and when you're trying your best, you feel like you're not trying hard enough. Under the guidance of his master, Xuanyuan Wentian learned to be quiet. He knew that cultivation was a long and arduous process, and he was working hard to save the people of the world, to win the top of the fighting spirit, and to return to Middle-earth as soon as possible.

The aura came out from the top of his head, and compared to the transparent gas before, today's aura was a little faintly black, which was a sign of entering the primary stage of spiritual power, and he was unaware of it. At this moment, his eyes were closed, and he concentrated on cultivation.

When a person who cultivates spiritual power has a color, the aura that emerges from the top of his head has a color, and he really has a rank. The aura on the top of Jin Chan's head is cyan, and the head of Jin Sheng's head is purple, and different colors represent different ranks. Xuanyuan Wentian's faint black color was only an entry-level, and when a true master reached the Xuandi rank, the aura above his head became transparent again. To put it simply, cultivating spiritual power is the process of changing the color of the aura on the top of the head, which is a process from clear to turbid, and from turbidity to clear.

The higher the spiritual power level, there will be a lot of bifurcated qi on the top of the head, although these are only the spiritual energy in the body that dissipates heat in the air, but after reaching a realm, the cultivator can change the shape of these spiritual qi. The simplest is a still life, such as tables and chairs, etc., and these shapes do not move. And when it comes to the stage of the Golden Sage Master, the aura on the top of the head will turn into various auspicious patterns, and these patterns will not only move, but can also make different movements according to the cultivator's own veins.

Cultivation is a process. Every advancement is a rebirth, and when you reach the rank of Emperor Xuan, you will become one with heaven and man, which is the goal of the creatures of Kyushu, and only the head of the Hidden Dragon has done it at present.

This cultivation took three hours, which was the longest time he had ever cultivated his spiritual power. Because the depths of the dantian were really hot and unbearable, he condensed his breath and stopped cultivating. The Spirit Clan people eat once a day, and they can cultivate spiritual power the rest of the time. Xuanyuan can't ask the sky, he is an ordinary man.

If the temperature in the depths of the dantian exceeds the range that the cultivator can control, if he continues to cultivate, he will go mad, and Xuanyuan Wentian stopped.

He took out the test stone that Master had given him, this ordinary-looking stone was a treasure, which could accurately detect the realm that a cultivator's spiritual power had reached.

He placed his left hand on the test stone, and several large characters appeared on it: Xuanling Elementary Level.

Looking at these slightly cold words, Xuanyuan Wentian still couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. Finally, there is a little improvement, although it is only an entry-level level, in his opinion, this is an affirmation of his more than half a month of hard work.

After the joy, there is loss, if you continue to practice like this, when will you be able to break through the sky? I only have seven or eight years to become an adult, if only the head of the Hidden Dragon is here, I only need to give one or two points, and I will step into the fast lane of cultivators.

Xuanyuan Wentian ate a few wood nuts and picked up a book casually.

He tried to make himself a little more mature, he was under the roof and couldn't discredit the Terran.

Xuanyuan Wentian had never been so quiet as he was now, and he smiled when he remembered what he had done. My former self was so naïve.

Fate seems to have been arranged by nature, and if you don't touch your head and bleed, you won't understand the vicissitudes of the world.