As the night wore on, the village became quieter. After a busy day www.biquge.info most of the Tagan people had already fallen asleep, but in a hut in the village, a candle burned quietly, illuminating the resolute face of the young man beside him.

Qiushui sits cross-legged with his eyes closed and his hands on top of his knees. There was a black quaint book beside him, which was the cultivation technique given to him by Emperor Yu, and he was concentrating. After several months of hard cultivation, he could now complete the entire set of cultivation steps in just one hour, observing that his Yuan Shen had condensed to half of its original volume, and its color had become fuller and more refined, like a brilliant diamond, shining brightly. To be able to make such great progress in such a short period of time, in addition to Qiushui's own efforts, it is also thanks to this book of concentration beside him, if it weren't for this, he alone groped, even if it took ten times as long, he might not have been able to achieve such results.

Qiushui slowly opened his eyes, wiped the fine sweat on his face, and spat out a mouthful of turbid air. As his strength rose, the effect of his cultivation was far less obvious than before, and even reached a bottleneck, and there was a stagnation, which made him feel a little distressed. Especially after experiencing the battle of Manchester City, after gathering the strength of the three and briefly promoting to the subtle level, he felt more and more that there was a film in front of him, and he could see it with his eyes, but he couldn't touch it when he reached out.

"Cultivation is the most taboo to be in a hurry, continue!" Qiu Shui cheered himself up, and then continued to enter the state of cultivation. Like hundreds of times before, he first completely dispersed the primordial spirit at the dantian, and then gathered and compressed it, so as to improve the essence of the primordial spirit. However, the accident happened at this time. I saw that the Yuan Shen who had been dispersed suddenly lost control, like a wild horse on the loose, scurrying everywhere in Qiushui's body. Qiushui's face changed, and he hurriedly gathered his mind and tried to suppress the spread of the primordial spirit. For some reason, not only did his efforts not get any effect, but instead made the Yuan Shen in his body more and more violent, under the violent collision, many blood vessels in Qiushui's body burst open, and I saw red blood overflowing from his skin, and soon dyed the whole clothes red. There was a painful expression on his face, his body trembled uncontrollably, and if the situation was not suppressed, it was very likely that he would exceed the limit of his body's load and eventually explode and die.

At this moment, the Tiansha on the side suddenly trembled, and red silk rose from the sword body, enveloping the autumn water entirely, and then continuously entering his body. The red silk was condensed by evil qi, and it itself had extremely strong toughness, and they turned into small round balls in Qiushui's body, and then swallowed the primordial spirits all over the body one by one. The original extremely violent Yuan Shen suddenly became quiet after being devoured by the small ball. When this step is completed, the small balls will move closer to the dantian, and then gradually converge. I saw that the red and green colors blended with each other, slowly retracted, compressed, and finally turned into a ball-like object the size of a marble, rotating at a constant speed at the dantian. At the same time, Qiushui opened his eyes suddenly, and a burst of light burst out, directly shattering the table in front of him into pieces.

Qiushui gasped heavily, his entire clothes were already soaked, sweat mixed with blood, and a sour smell was emitted. Everything just now happened so fast, like a nightmare, that he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. The bright moonlight came through the window and shone on Qiushui's face, making him feel dizzy.

"This is ......" Qiu Shui's expression suddenly froze, and in his surprised gaze, he saw that the surrounding scenery had become slightly different from before. The air in front of me, the sawdust on the ground, the bed boards under me, and even my own hands seem to be composed of tiny particles, which are doing endless, seemingly chaotic and orderly movements, constituting this colorful world.

Qiushui turned his head, looked at the candle on the bedside, and then reached for it. He put a finger on the yellow flame, only to see the flame split in two, and he circled his finger. Withdrawing his finger back, the flame was the same again, burning tirelessly there.

"Is this the subtlety?" Qiu Shui muttered, now that he finally understood the gap between his original self and the subtle powerhouse. Everything in front of you seems to be transformed into countless pieces of information, which automatically enter your mind when you need it. It seems that there is no need to think about how much force to use in battle, and what angle to use in the attack, but as the knowledge you already have, you have stored it in your head.

Qiushui stood up, picked up the Tiansha on the side, and gestured a few times in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Now he was confident that even if he met that Master Mo, he would be able to defeat him alone! But he didn't notice that a faint red thread appeared in the corner of his eye.

The Menglan Festival soon arrived, and the venue of the banquet was in a clearing less than ten miles away from Wuguniang Mountain. Early in the morning, a huge bonfire is lit around the field, surrounded by colorful ribbons, and the golden and crispy roast meat rotates along with the grill, giving off a strong aroma. Hundreds of people from the Tagan and Xin'an tribes sat around the bonfire, toasting together to celebrate this annual feast.

The patriarchs of the two clans sat side by side at the front of the crowd, looking at the lively scene around them, and their faces were also full of smiles.

"Come, Patriarch Huang, I'll toast you!" said a burly, muscular man with a beard on his face, he was the patriarch of the Xin'an clan, Lei Yin.

"Thunder Clan Leader is polite. Huang Xuan smiled gracefully, and then drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

"Okay, Patriarch Huang is really arrogant, if everyone in the Tagan tribe had the courage of yours, it would not be lost to our Xin'an tribe in the competition of the Menglan Festival every year. Speaking of this, Patriarch Huang, if you lose again this year, all the hunting grounds within a radius of 100 miles will be assigned to the name of our Xin'an clan. Patriarch Thunder touched the beard on his face and said with a smile on his face.

When Huang Xuan heard this, her face changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Don't bother with Patriarch Laurel, due to Wushan's accidental injury, we may have to change a player on the field this year, and I hope that person can show mercy and save some face for our Tagan clan. ”

Qiushui was sitting in the crowd at the moment, holding a fat leopard leg in his hand, chewing heavily. At this time, Uncle Xiang squeezed over from the side, patted Qiushui's shoulder and said, "Look, that is your opponent!"

Qiushui turned his head and looked in the direction pointed by Uncle Xiang, only to see a young man sitting quietly drinking by the campfire, his face was pale, and his short silver gray hair was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, as if he noticed Qiushui's gaze, he also turned his gaze.

An extremely cold chill suddenly surged towards the autumn water like a tide.