Qiuchen's face was flushed, like a little hen about to lay eggs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Time back to early morning, it was the moment when Mo Ye was lost, Qiuchen stood on the star-picking platform on the twenty-fourth floor of the Star Palace, looking at the boundless sea of stars, the sea breeze blew her long silver hair, and there seemed to be a peach blossom blooming on her pretty face.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Qiuchen didn't know what was going on in her, her body was suddenly hot, and her heart was beating fifty percent faster than usual.

She felt like her body was being burned by fire, it was not painful, it was a little uncomfortable, but there was a feeling of comfort from the bottom of her heart.

It was the first time this had happened, and she was very confused, but no one could talk to her, and she couldn't talk to outsiders.

As a close disciple of the Star Hall Sect, her life is to practice and then play the piano.

Playing the piano is her hobby, and she doesn't like it when she practices, so she talks about the piano very well, although her realm is the upper realm of breaking delusion, although she ranks first on the star list, but in the eyes of Lord Dianzong, with Qiu Chen's talent and star soul, she should have stood in the upper realm of knowing her fate a long time ago, ranking first on the Yuehua list!

At least it can't be worse than the little apprentice under the saint seat of the Confucius Temple, let alone Mo Wentian, the third prince of the Flowing Fire Dynasty.

But cultivation is the cultivation of the mind, and the highest state is always to go with the flow and not to force it.

Therefore, the palace sect has no better way, and can only supervise Qiuchen at any time.

Qiuchen sat down on a white jade chair and had to sit down, she felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained, her heart was flustered, and her body was soft, as if she was drunk.

Her breathing became rapid, her dark blue eyes began to glow red, she was a half-blood, her father was the emperor of the Ice and Snow Kingdom, and her mother had the blood of the Yu Clan.

She inherited all the characteristics of the Feather Clan, except for the pair of white wings on her back.

She has beautiful hair, delicate facial features, fair and soft skin, and a pair of dark blue eyes that are mesmerizing.

At this moment, the autumn dust is more beautiful, she is young, but at this time it is like a peach that is about to ripen, pink and tender, delicate, bewitching and moving, glamorous, making people want to swallow it at a glance.

She stretched out her body in the chair, her body twisted like a snake, and just as her eyes were about to be lost, the heat suddenly disappeared, she was drenched in sweat, her face was still bright red, and her mouth was still panting.

She let out a long sigh of relief, and her heart and liver were still pounding.

"What's wrong with me?"

Qiuchen touched his hot face, licked his dry lips, and sat on the chair for a long time before standing up.

She tidied up the somewhat messy white robe, combed the bangs stuck on her forehead, reinserted the gold-inlaid jade phoenix hairpin, turned away, and walked towards her room.

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Mo Ye forgot the time, and he practiced the Yijin Twelve Styles over and over again, not knowing that the sky was already dark.

The vitality in the sea of qi is becoming more and more intense, the vitality is floating like a cloud, and then when it reaches saturation, it turns into rain and falls, the sea of qi is like a sea, it is too wide, and now the Xuan liquid in the sea of qi is only one percent, and it must be a long process to fill the sea of qi.

The cyclone in the second vein of Rendu is surging rapidly, constantly washing the meridians, and constantly generating new vitality.

There was a sound of muscles and bones, and as he completed each movement, there were bursts of crackling sounds, and the strength of the muscles and bones was constantly getting stronger.

His spirit sank into his body, and he saw that with the dance of Yi Jin's twelve styles, there was a continuous eruption of smoke in his left heart, which quickly seeped into his muscles and bones with the momentum of his fist.

He wasn't surprised, he had already noticed that there would be black smoke coming out of his left heart, he was still very worried, but the smoke didn't hurt him, but kept nourishing his body.

The fist was getting faster and faster, and there was a sound of wind in the fist, and he was very happy, this was a visible change, and the black smoke was at least half of the credit.

He wanted to see how strong he was now, so he went around the waterfall and came to the cliff behind the waterfall.

Take a deep breath, calm your mind, the power is generated in the muscles and bones, the meridians have not been fully opened, and he is not yet able to invoke the power of the Yuan Qi.

Lunge with your feet, make a fist, bend your elbows, and close your fists around your waist.

"Roar!"

Mo Ye screamed wildly, and a punch burst out.

"Boom!"

The sound echoed through the valley, fading and fading, then washed away by the sound of a waterfall.

A shallow pit appeared in the bluestone of the cliff wall, and Mo Ye's fist had just sunk into half of it.

"Ah......h

Before Mo Ye could rejoice, a scream startled countless birds in the forest, and he withdrew his fist and saw the blood of a punch.

"It's not hard enough. ”

He shook his hand, it was too painful, and it was still too far from the realm of copper skin and iron bones described in the Cleansing of the Marrow and Yi Tendon Sutra.

He washed his hands in the water and smiled dumbly, feeling that he was too greedy, after all, he had only just started practicing, and he had only been practicing for a day.

It is a long process that cannot be achieved overnight.

The long-term lonely life made him desperate to change his fate, and the mysterious background made him want to become strong immediately.

The old eunuch, the deceptive general, the mother, now there is one more star hall.

Fourteen years ago, they should have been dead in their hearts, but fourteen years later they found themselves again.

If they knew that they were not dead, what kind of means would they use against themselves? I am afraid that they would be torn apart, so that they would really feel at ease.

Mo Ye deeply felt the crisis, if the Star Temple really intervened, he believed that Agoura's Sun Tribe would not be able to protect him, and he was unwilling to bring the disaster to the Sun Tribe.

Get strong!

Even if you can't cultivate, as long as your physical body is strong enough, you can at least struggle twice when the time comes.

Go on!

Time is power!

The boy under the moon swung his fist in the cold pool, and the fist momentum changed from slow to fast, and gradually became an erratic shadow.

Qing Qian stood on the big rock, she kept looking at Mo Ye in the cold pool, and in her sight, Mo Ye's every move was extremely clear.

"Although your will is strong, the most powerful force in this world belongs to the cultivators. ”

Qing Qian sat cross-legged on the big stone, her eyes slowly closed, and the red star soul in the star room burned the moment her soul fell.

So, there was a star in the high starry sky that swayed a powerful starlight that only shallow could feel, and fell straight on her body, a layer of brilliant starlight wrapped her, and countless starlight entered her body and fell into the galaxy.

The galaxy is located in the abdomen, in the same place as the sea of air in the ink night, the difference is that the water in the galaxy is silver, and the water in the sea of air in the night is as transparent as water.

That is the foundation of the cultivator's power, all the cultivators' supernatural powers are to use the divine soul to mobilize this silver starlight aura, and then use it to destroy the world and destroy the star power!

The breadth of the galaxy and the amount of spiritual fluid in the galaxy determine the realm of the cultivator.

The Star Soul determines the size of the galaxy and the speed at which it absorbs the Starlight into Spiritual Liquid.