After the two negotiated, the atmosphere between the words became a lot more familiar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Yang Jingye was forced to stay here before, although Fang Hong could tell the other party, but there were many things, and there was always some inconvenience. Now that the two have made an agreement, their relationship has gone further.

"Mr. Yang, although I don't know how a martial artist of your realm should practice, it is nothing more than enhancing the ability to absorb. I've got something here that should help you. Fang Hong broke off a branch from the side and began to scratch it on the ground.

Yang Jingye also stepped forward and watched Fang Hong's movements seriously.

Fang Hong first drew a line on the ground with a branch, and then circled it a few times in a row, looking like a naughty boy's random graffiti. Yang Jingye looked a little puzzled, he originally thought that Fang Hong would come up with some medicinal materials, why was he painting here?

As the lines increased, a serpentine totem, which looked a little ridiculous, appeared on the ground.

"Whew. Fang Hong threw away the branch and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Although this serpentine totem was only a dozen strokes, it cost him a lot of energy, and it was more tiring than he ran for more than ten miles.

"This is ......" Yang Jingye was a little incomprehensible, is there anything unusual about this pattern?

"Mr. Yang, you began to think about the appearance of this totem in your heart. Yang Jingye is not a god, and he can't feel his own thoughts, so he can't let the other party arrange his thoughts into totems, so he can only change to an easy-to-understand statement.

"You're contemplating the door. When Yang Jingye heard Fang Hong say this, he had a little understanding in his heart. He had practiced contemplation before, but most of those contemplation were used to keep him focused, but it probably didn't work for him. When he reaches his realm, he can enter a state of thoughtlessness at any time.

"You should just think of it as a contemplation, try it first. Fang Hong pointed to this totem and said to Yang Jingye. This thing can not only capture the moonlight, but also strengthen the spirit. When a martial artist cultivates in the early stage, what he needs is to exercise his qi and blood, and when he reaches the level of Yang Jingye, he has almost touched the level of thought and will.

Yang Jingye listened to Fang Hong's words, then carefully looked at the totem on the ground, worked hard to empty his distracting thoughts, and began to visualize wholeheartedly.

The shape of this totem is not complicated, it is similar to a more obscure Chinese character. With his memory, he should be able to memorize it quickly. However, when he really started to visualize, he realized that something was wrong.

He struggled to memorize about a stick of incense before he could remember only one line. And the other strokes, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

Fang Hong saw that Yang Jingye was looking seriously, so he left quietly, and specially instructed Yin Chuan and Li Jinan not to come over and disturb.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed. It took Yang Jingye nearly twenty days to reluctantly memorize this totem. He can't perceive where his thoughts are, so he can't sort the totems with his thoughts autonomously, which is particularly inefficient.

A month later, Yang Jingye is much thinner than before. The whole person appears thin and tall. But the complexion is excellent, the complexion is ruddy, and the skin looks smooth and firm, full of toughness.

This totem is still very helpful to him, so that his efficiency in absorbing the body's energy is greatly improved. Now, although the total amount of qi and blood in his body is not as good as before, the quality is extremely high. If the qi and blood in the past were a ball of clear water, then now it is equivalent to a drop of lead and mercury, which also makes his strength stronger.

On the contrary, Fang Hong, since Fang Hong practiced kung fu, the qi and blood on his body have changed by leaps and bounds. The body looks a lot stronger, and it no longer has the weak and windy appearance it used to be. And his height has also risen a few inches, and if you take off your clothes, you can still see the angular muscles on his body.

After Fang Hong was introduced to the martial arts, he never used the totem to attract moonlight to temper his body. He is different from Yang Jingye, Yang Jingye is strong in body and full of blood, which can be used to go further. But he himself is as weak as a chicken, and the amount of qi and blood he grows every day is also limited, if he uses the totem to refine it, then wait to be thin into a skeleton.

Yang Jingye held a large pot of chicken soup and drank it full, even if the pot was still steaming, he was not afraid at all. After drinking, he ate more than a dozen large steamed buns before wiping his mouth.

"Come, Fang Hong, let's practice. After he finished eating, he got up and invited Fang Hong and said. During this time, his strength has grown, his daily eating and drinking have increased several times compared to before, and his own energy has become more vigorous.

"If you are energetic and capable, go to Luotang River, what kind of ability is it to bully me as a novice?" Fang Hongcai was not fooled by him, Yang Jingye's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and sometimes he can't control his strength at all, if he doesn't use his supernatural powers, he will be looking for abuse.

As soon as Yang Jingye heard Fang Hong say this, he immediately stopped talking. Last time, he listened to Fang Hong's words and came to the Luotang River to practice with him, but he was directly dragged into the depths by the river water, and almost drowned.

This kid seems to have a means of manipulating the river, and although he is already at the pinnacle of humanity, it is still far from the power of nature.

Fang Hong saw that Yang Jingye was silent, so he smiled, and a wooden dagger appeared in his hand, and gently attached it to his head.

Originally, he was still smiling, but the moment he put the dagger to his head, his face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't help but tremble, as if he was suffering from powerful pain.

Yang Jingye looked at Fang Hong a little strangely, this kid is sick again, and in the past few days, he has been convulsing here every day. That dagger is clearly very ordinary, how can it be like being slashed by lightning?

What he didn't know was that what Fang Hong was holding in his hand was a lightning strike wooden dagger, which contained a strong masculine and vast aura, which had great lethality to the divine soul.

However, Fang Hong's move was not a masochist, he was trying to exercise his thoughts, so as to increase the resilience of his thoughts. Thoughts are such things that the more you use them, the stronger they become. Although he has not yet seen any results, he firmly believes that as long as he persists, it will definitely have an effect.

Fang Hong exercised for an hour, the whole body was sweating profusely, and his face was extremely haggard. When a person's spirit is damaged, his control over the body will be weakened, and it will look like a serious illness.

However, when he recovered his spirits, his thoughts would be strengthened a little.