Two days later.

The young man opened his eyes, looked at the fragments of medium-grade spirit crystals that had turned into ashes in front of him, and then at the sea of qi that only filled one-third, and shook his head bitterly.

With the cultivation of ordinary people, ordinary one-star spirit masters to advance to two-star spirit masters will need two or three hundred low-level spirit crystals, and some people with different talents will need six or seven hundred low-level spirit crystals, as for the top geniuses, they may need more than eight hundred low-level spirit crystals, as for those peerless heavenly experts, they are more than nine hundred low-level spirit crystals, and this is precisely a way to distinguish a person's talent.

But himself, the replacement of the middle grade spirit crystal with the lower grade spirit crystal is a thousand roses, and it has increased nearly one-third of the spiritual energy? Could it be that he is more demonic than such a peerless Tianjiao, Ye Mo didn't think so, it seems that it is still because of his own immortal spirit. Even if it took six times to successfully awaken the fairy, I am afraid that it is also because of this six-mangled fairy.

As his cultivation level gets higher and higher in the future, how many resources will he need? Thinking of this, Ye Mo not only has a little headache, it seems that he will have to struggle for cultivation resources for a long time in the future!

Without a spirit crystal, the cultivation was so slow, so Ye Mo also stopped, turned over his hand and took out the intermediate spirit skill scroll given by the dean.

Ye Mo stared at the scroll for a moment, and then slowly entered the spiritual power into it, and the surface of the scroll began to flicker with a dark red light.

And in the flickering light, a large amount of information also flowed out of the scroll, and finally poured into Ye Mo's mind.

It seems that because of the lack of energy support, the scroll turned into fly ash and disappeared in Ye Mo's hands.

Ye Mo closed his eyes tightly, receiving the cultivation method of the "Fire Wind Fist", and after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled lightly, his black eyes were full of thought.

After all, Ye Mo had never cultivated a medium-grade spiritual technique, so he didn't dare to be careless, but after reading those cultivation methods several times over and over again, he began to cultivate.

Ye Mo sat cross-legged, his hands were combined, his fingertips were wrapped into a rather strange knot, and his mind moved, only to see the red light on the surface of his body flickering, and a trace of fire attribute ghostly red aura began to linger in his palm.

The red aura is like a small red snake, accompanied by the change of the seal at the end of the leaf, constantly twisting in its palm, faintly looking, as if it is gradually forming a red light fist.

"Click..."

However, the condensation of this kind of light fist is obviously not easy, so before the aura light fist is condensed, a subtle sound comes out, and the entangled red aura is broken and dispersed.

Ye Mo didn't care about the first failure, if the mid-grade spiritual technique was so easy to cultivate successfully, it wouldn't be worth such a rarity and its high price.

More restrained his mind, Ye Mo started again.

Quite a sigh.

Fail.

Rather.

Failed again.

Time passed quickly, but Ye Mo was tirelessly cultivating again and again, and the seal of his hands gradually became proficient from the jerky at the beginning, and the condensation speed of the red aura was also getting faster and faster.

The white hands changed in arcs, and in the palms of their palms, the ghostly red aura twisted, and the red light fist had become much clearer, faintly, with a fiery fluctuation emanating from it.

Ye Mo's eyes were firmly fixed on the crimson light fist that was about to take shape, but his mind was tense to the extreme, he had failed in this last step too many times before.

Ye Mo's fingertips changed again, and a trace of ghostly red aura flowed into the red light fist again.

Rumble!

The red light fist suddenly trembled at this time, and there was a roaring sound, and then the red light began to converge, and finally directly turned into a small dark red fist mark, which was slowly imprinted in Ye Mo's palm, leaving a tiny dark red fist mark.

And just when that fist mark was imprinted on Ye Mo's palm, his entire body suddenly tensed, because the next step was the most dangerous time.

Soon, Ye Mo noticed that an extremely violent fluctuation erupted from the fist mark, and as the fist mark gradually disappeared, the fluctuation in the meridians of the palm became more and more violent.

As the fist marks in the palm of his hand disappeared completely, the violent fluctuations frantically poured into the meridians, as if they were about to destroy all the meridians along the way.

Boom!

But fortunately, Ye Mo had already prepared when he saw the cultivation method of the Fire Wind Fist, and after the cyan aura in the dantian was transformed through the fire fairy spirit, the red aura that exuded the fire attribute rumbled out at this time, and then collided with the violent fluctuations.

The low sound of impact seemed to explode in Ye Mo's body.

The fluctuation from the "Fire Wind Fist", the abnormal rage, like a beast, impacted the intercepted red aura, trying to destroy it all.

But the pure fire attribute aura in Ye Mo's body was not as easy to deal with as it imagined.

In the face of that violent impact, the fire attribute aura surged wildly, resisting it all.

Boom.

The shock continued in waves, but Ye Mo did not dare to relax in the slightest, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead, if he couldn't resist it at this time, then he was afraid that his meridians would be shattered, and his body would be extremely seriously traumatized.

The fire attribute aura in the dantian was extracted by Ye Mo, and as he tried his best to resist, that kind of impact lasted for about ten minutes, and finally slowly weakened.

And when Ye Mo noticed that the impact had completely disappeared, his tense body suddenly relaxed, his clothes wet with sweat, and his mouth was constantly panting.

However, although his body was extremely tired, there was a hint of excitement in Mu Chen's eyes, looking at the six-mangled fairy spirit in the dantian, there was a dark red light fist on the fire fairy spirit faintly floating in the small flame.

Between the operation of the aura, a faint red fist shadow appeared on Ye Mo's clenched right fist, and a fiery fluctuation emanated, and the void swung his fist heavily.

"Did it work?"

Ye Mo looked at the faint red fist shadow on his right fist and a dull sound of breaking the air, and finally relaxed.

In one breath of the Fire Wind Fist, you can swing a fist, which is considered an entry-level level, but to break through to the control level, you must take a breath, then you must swing ten fists at the same position, ten punches are stacked on top of one, but the power is not just ten punches alone can be compared. As for the final perfection level, it is a hundred fists in one breath, and the difficulty can be imagined.

Looking at the Fire Wind Fist, which had just succeeded in cultivation, but could only swing one punch in a moment, "It's just that it's not enough!" Ye Mo muttered.

......

A few days later, next to a deep and shallow stone wall covered with countless fist prints.

A gray-clothed young man looked at a fist mark on the stone wall that exuded a scorching temperature and penetrated deep into the stone wall, and no one would have thought that it was an attack issued by ten fists in one. Finally entering the control level, Ye Mo nodded slightly.

Looking at the deep fist marks on the stone wall, just entering the control level for the first time, it has such power. It is worthy of being an intermediate spiritual skill known for its speed and rage, and it is obvious that the young man is very satisfied with the power of the medium-grade spiritual skill.

......

The cold moonlight poured down from the sky, turning into beams of light, through the window, and falling in the quiet room, where a handsome young man sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly cultivating.

The night passed quickly in cultivation, and when the late autumn came with a cool wind and the gray sky, the young man in cultivation had already changed into a white shirt, and a black rope casually pulled the long hair of the shawl.

Ye Mo casually packed up a few clothes and put them into the spirit ring, and then cherished his grandfather's spirit card into a delicate wooden box, and then gently put the wooden box into the spirit ring.

Walking quietly on the road alone, I went to the academy...