Sure enough, it's an obsession!

Zhong was stunned for a moment, exactly the same as what the old man of the insect soul said. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anyway, it's only seven days, just practice, and the monk basically doesn't have to sleep, eat, or go to the toilet, so he doesn't have to be embarrassed.

Alas......

Let's cultivate!

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Near the Hongmeng Palace, in the empty cultivation secret land, there is a strict division of areas, and you can't casually enter other people's cultivation territory.

The entire dense area, the size of a basketball court, was surrounded by wooden stakes and some scrap iron, as well as small pools, all of which were configured according to the needs of the monks of different attributes.

Zhongli Pan sat next to the muddy pool, thinking about "Ice Fist" in his mind.

Ye Xiaoting is now Zhongli's shadow, and she is also sitting next to him, she doesn't bother, just watches quietly.

Ice fist three knots, one punch to freeze ice, two punches to freeze air, three punches to break the air.

After the three fists are cultivated, this ice fist can be regarded as a great achievement.

After a long period of contemplation, Zhongli began to try.

Wow!

Stretching out his palm, a trace of aura emerged from the palm of his hand, and the aura released was extremely unstable, and as soon as it shrank into a ball, it immediately dissipated.

"Psionic energy only exists in the body, and its release takes many different forms, such as fire. ”

Zhongli's thought of fire came out, and the spiritual energy in his body was transformed in a certain way, and a flame appeared on the palm of his hand. This flame is just an ordinary flame, and it doesn't have much power.

"Wind!"

The flames went out, Zhongli converted the psionic energy again, and a small hurricane appeared in his hand, bringing up a small fan at best.

"Ice!"

The mini-hurricane disappeared, and a small icicle appeared on the hand.

"It is said that spiritual energy is a universal substance, which can be transformed arbitrarily between various forms, my good at ice is according to the exercises, if you want to enhance the ability of ice and achieve the effect of condensing ice with one punch, whether it is the speed of spiritual power extraction, the degree of transformation, and the explosion speed, you must be able to exert it according to a certain rate ratio. ”

"I'll try to cover my fists with ice power first. Zhongli annotated his fists and began to try.

Being able to easily condense an ice pick, just covering his fist with the power of ice, is not very difficult for Zhongli.

"Try attacking again. ”

"Drink!" punched into the air, seemingly to no avail, and the fist hit the air, and the icy power was dispersed.

"Failed, no, no! It's not powerful. "According to the cheats of Bingjie Boxing Exercises, a punch condenses ice, even if it is a punch to the air, the direction of the air that the fist swings will condense into a line of cold ice and explode with terrifying power.

Punch the tree, and in an instant, the place where the tree was hit will freeze into ice, and with a light blow, it will fall apart.

"Is it because my strength is not enough, or is the output method wrong?" Zhongli frowned, trying little by little.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun set, the moon rose, and Ye Xiaoting dozed off.

Zhongli worked tirelessly.

He concentrated on the ice fist of Bing Jie's fist, and gradually Zhongli turned excited, as it seemed to have figured out the key to energy output.

Just now, he has been falling into a misunderstanding, that is, first condense the ice energy and then attack, which will not achieve a punch to freeze the ice in any case, because the condensed ice is its own energy.

The real punch condenses the energy contained in the target, and the moment it touches the target, it bursts out with ice energy to freeze it.

Walk in front of a big tree.

Zhongli tried to throw a punch.

"Bang!"

The leaves shook and the big tree was blasted out of a punch hole, and the power looked good, but it failed, and Zhongli continued.

"Bang!" another punch was swung away, each time making constant minor adjustments.

Ye Xiaoting opened her eyes slightly, watching Zhongli swing the big tree with a fist, and the corners of her mouth smiled slightly.

"Bang!" another punch.

Zhongli's eyes suddenly lit up, and when this punch went down, there was no fist hole on the trunk, but there was a sound of ice condensation with a click, and the layers of ice were actually covering half of the tree trunk at a very fast speed.

It was not simply covered with ice on the surface, but it froze from the inside of the trunk, and the psionic energy penetrated the inside of the trunk, and then burst out with freezing power, freezing the entire trunk.

Syllable!

Abruptly.

The small half of the tree trunk exploded like glass in an instant, and the entire tree was equivalent to being blown off and fell to the ground with a bang.

"It worked!" Zhongli was surprised.

Seizing the feeling of that moment, Zhongli kept trying again, until he firmly grasped that feeling, Zhongli's punch to freeze ice could be regarded as a real entry.

The process of this attempt also made Zhong Li tired, and the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted.

"Tired, aren't you?" Ye Xiaoting's cigarette was handed to Zhongli's mouth.

It was just a cigarette that accelerated the recovery of spiritual power, and Zhongli gladly accepted it, lighting the cigarette and holding it to his mouth.

The same Ye Xiaoting also lit a cigarette and looked at the moon in the sky while smoking.

"Aren't you excited, isn't it a good feeling to master a technique?" Ye Xiaoting chatted.

"Well, it feels incredible, it's too mysterious, the spiritual energy seems to be ordinary, but it is ever-changing, it can be said to be the most wonderful substance in the world, no wonder there are thousands of spells in this world, and each spell has its own principles and laws, some simple, some difficult. Zhongli nodded, expressing his feelings.

"Your comprehension is very high, and it is not much different from Lu Zhennian, you try to cultivate and let me see. ”

"Here?" Zhongli was slightly stunned: "Don't you have to go back to the dormitory?"

"No, I'll always be there for you. ”

"Okay, this cigarette is finished. ”

Without deliberately controlling the spiritual vein array, Zhongli turned the spiritual veins in his body and began to cultivate rapidly.

Ye Xiaoting stared at Zhongli intently, thinking in her heart: "Being able to continuously practice the magic method and cultivate it successfully in just one day, although comprehension is very important, but the continuous spiritual power support in his body is also crucial, how many spiritual veins will there be in his body, and what is the spiritual vein array formed?"

At this moment, the tornado spirit array in Zhongli's body was like a sports car with a full tank of fuel, and it started wildly.

The aura of heaven and earth around him, as if he had been summoned, began to surging wildly towards Zhongli's body, and the invisible aura whistling in the wind, jumping, cheering, and galloping.

Ye Xiaoting's cigarette suddenly stopped burning, she looked around in surprise, and her originally comfortable expression suddenly became solemn.

"This ...... Is this an aura vision?"

"Hell, how many spiritual veins does he have in his body, what kind of spiritual vein array has formed, why is it so terrifying!"

"Seven spiritual veins? No, this girl is seven spiritual veins, and it is also a seven-star spiritual vein array, no one below the eight spiritual veins can surpass me in cultivation speed, but it is my seven-star spiritual vein array, and when I cultivate, I can't produce aura visions." ”

"Could it be the eight spirit veins, or the one with the spirit vein array?" Ye Xiaoting suddenly gasped. "What the hell is this little guy? Donald's disciple?"

"Oh my God, such a peerless genius will be given guidance to me?" the cigarette in her mouth suddenly couldn't be inhaled, and her eyes looked straight at Zhongli.

The seven spirit veins in the entire Nanyang Base City are almost the limit, and the eight spirit vein arrays are even more legendary. Ye Xiaoting was afraid that she would burst her head, and she also thought that Bu Zhongli was actually nine spiritual veins.

"Stop!!!!!" Ye Xiaoting suddenly interrupted Zhongli.

"What's wrong?" Zhongli wondered.

"Come with me to a place, the cultivation conditions here are too poor!" Without saying a word, Ye Xiaoting pulled Zhongli and ran towards a place on the Hongmeng Palace Mountain.