In the deep forest, there was silence, and a young man of eleven or twelve years old sat cross-legged, with strange handprints between his fingers, his eyes closed, his breathing steady and powerful, and his strong chest seemed to have some kind of rhythm in the slight undulation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wisps of spiritual power converged from all directions, as if they were pulled by some kind of force, and slowly drilled into the young man's body, the young man's breath was rising, his sturdy skin revealed a faint luster, and his immature face looked sacred and solemn surrounded by spiritual power.

Feeling the spiritual power in his body that was becoming more and more abundant, the young man showed a happy smile, but his cultivation did not stop, he still did not move, greedily absorbing the spiritual power between heaven and earth, and the warm spiritual energy turned into a stream of heat, constantly warming the young man's bones and meridians.

Under the endless demand, the young man finally reached a critical point, a powerful suction force came out of the young man's body, and the flow rate of spiritual power suddenly increased several times, instantly enveloping the young man, and the surging spiritual power turned into a powerful hot flow, constantly impacting the acupuncture points of the body like a tide.

The young man kept his mind tight, without the slightest slackness, even if there was a sharp pain in his body, he didn't hear it.

A muffled sound came from his body, and the young man was shocked, and he couldn't help the joy in his heart.

When he felt the power coming out of his body that was stronger than before, the eyelashes on the young man's immature face trembled slightly, and after a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened.

A glimmer of essence flashed, and then it returned to calm.

Slowly exhaling the turbidity in his heart, the corners of the young man's mouth pulled up a slight arc, and a carp turned over and stood up suddenly.

"Is it a triple entry into the spirit" Leng Qianhan muttered to himself, his eyes couldn't hide the look of horror, it has only been such a short time, he has gone from no cultivation to entering the spirit triple directly, if this kind of cultivation speed is spread out, it will cause a lot of sensation, you know, in Tianlang City, some of the better qualifications are only improved by one weight in one year, and the two years with poor qualifications may not be improved by one weight, it is conceivable how shocking this is.

"What kind of level of exercises is this Ten Thousand Spirits" Leng Qianhan looked puzzled, you know, although Leng Qianhan couldn't practice before, but more or less heard of the exercises in the family, the Leng family's Zhen clan exercises are a low-level exercises, which are extremely precious, only those children with excellent qualifications and high-level people in the clan can practice, ordinary people do not have this qualification, and the children of ordinary families can only practice some yellow-level exercises, even if it is a high-grade exercise of the yellow rank, it is also a rare existence, and the Xuan-level is even more unattainable.

However, Leng Qianhan knew that even the family's exercises might not be able to make such a big move, and there was no doubt that this exercise was at least above the Xuan Rank.

"How about it, this exercise is not bad," I saw a smile on the immortal face of the blood spirit, and asked Leng Qianhan, who had just woken up from his cultivation.

"It's pretty good, it's much better than the exercises in my family," Leng Qianhan replied undeniably.

"Wait until later, you will understand its true strength" The blood spirit smiled mysteriously, and did not explain this, now Leng Qianhan's strength is still too low, and it is not good to know too much.

"Now that your strength has reached the Triple Realm of Spiritual Entry, it's time to cultivate your Spirit Technique," the Blood Spirit said.

"Do you have a spiritual skill for that blood spirit" Leng Qianhan looked at the blood spirit expectantly, if he could come up with such a profound technique as the Ten Thousand Spirits, presumably the spiritual skills were not far behind.

"Of course there is, it's just that your current strength has not yet reached the requirements of cultivation, even if you cultivate, it is useless, at least you have obtained the fifth level of spiritual entry."

"What!Entering the Spiritual Fivefold, I'm still two years away from the Spiritual Fivefold" Leng Qianhan flashed a trace of loss, and after a moment, he regained his strength.

"Then can I cultivate the family's spiritual skills," Leng Qianhan asked again.

For the family's spiritual skills, Leng Qianhan is most familiar with the Leng family's yellow rank spirit technique tiger boxing, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has a deep understanding of this spiritual skill, although his physique was not suitable for cultivation at that time, but it could not stop him from becoming stronger, in his spare time, he also practiced this tiger-shaped fist, at that time there was no support of spiritual power, there was no shape, there was no meaning, now with the support of aura, Leng Qianhan is confident that he must do better.

"Tiger Fist, that exercise is indeed suitable for you who are now in the spirit of the threefold" Now that the blood spirit has merged with Leng Qianhan, he knows everything that Leng Qianhan knows, but Leng Qianhan who knows the blood spirit will not know.

In order for Leng Qianhan to grow better, only after he has enough strength can he know everything that the blood spirit knows.

"Tiger Fist, close attack spirit technique, suitable for the cultivation of martial artists in the spirit realm, known for its fierceness and rage, practiced to the realm of Dacheng, the body is like a tiger, as fierce as a tiger. "When cultivating this set of spiritual skills, it is necessary to pay attention to the fact that while having sufficient strength, you must know how to grasp the opportunity, find the enemy's weakness, and carry out a fatal blow, and there is not much requirement for the strength of the martial artist himself.

Urging the spiritual power in his body, Leng Qianhan practiced the tiger shape fist that had been played countless times over and over again, and as time went by, from the jerky at the beginning to the gradual familiarity, Leng Qianhan's understanding of the tiger shape fist deepened little by little, and now it is quite popular.

A cold shout of "Tiger Fist" suddenly sounded from among the trees.

An agile figure kept leaping between the jungles, and the galloping figure was like a tiger predatory in the woods, full of the beauty of speed and strength, and the bushes under his feet did not hinder him.

The next moment, he leaped forward like a tiger pounced, clenched his fists, bent over his chest, and as his feet landed, he blasted flat at the trunk of a tree in front of him, which was about twice as thick as his arms.

There was a muffled "bang", sawdust flew, and a huge fist hit the trunk of the tree, leaving a huge fist mark, and the crack continued to expand as the fist mark spread.

With a cracking sound, the trunk of the tree broke off and was unable to support it, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, raising dust on the ground.

But the nimble figure had long since broken its trunk out of reach.

Looking at the masterpiece in front of him, Leng Qianhan's immature face showed a smile of relief, the power of the tiger-shaped fist he used just now was above his guess, there was no support of spiritual power before, and the tiger-shaped fist did not have any power at all, but now with the support of spiritual power, it can be regarded as a real tiger-shaped fist.

"Yes, although I can't fully understand the essence of it, I believe that this day will not be too far away" The blood spirit also looked at Leng Qianhan in admiration, very satisfied with his performance.

No matter how good a person's talent is, if he doesn't work hard, he will eventually achieve nothing, but now, Leng Qianhan's talent is enough, and his cultivation is also very hard, and the rest only needs time to grow.

"Hehe" for the admiration of the blood spirit, Leng Qianhan smiled honestly, full of confidence in the future.

At night, the starry sky is dotted with shining stars, and everything on the earth is mysteriously beautiful under the bright moonlight.

Under the night sky, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy was lying on the smooth bluestone with his head in his hands, looking at the starry sky with his eyes blurred, and for the first time in more than ten years, he felt that the night sky was so beautiful.

Beside him, not far from the young man, there was a fire that was about to be extinguished, and some bones that had been gnawed, these bones were the prey that Leng Qianhan had beaten back, and he had eaten only the bones left.

This area has been affirmed by the blood spirit, and there are no powerful beasts or anything like that, Leng Qianhan can sleep with confidence.

"Tomorrow it's time to go out" muttered, sleepiness invaded, accompanied by a longing for a beautiful future, Leng Qianhan entered a beautiful dream field.