Chen Xi wanted to perform a blast and jumped back on top of the copper chair to set up a shelf and pretend to be forced.

But when he used his spiritual power on his legs and began to jump, idling and jumping back, his footwork was so light that even he couldn't believe it.

Chen Xi felt that at this moment, his body could move at will, and the feeling was simply wonderful, incredible!

You also know that if it had been put in the past, when he used this blasting step technique, it would inevitably produce a loud boom with great movement, but he hadn't used the blasting step much in this time.

It stands to reason that practice makes perfect, and alienation makes perfect.

But his body has become more comfortable, which is unreasonable.

As everyone knows, it turns out that the reason why he was able to achieve such a degree of skillful combination between his spiritual power and footwork was largely because in the past half a month, he had suffered too many psychological blows, so that he was in a trance, running on foot day and night like a walking corpse.

In this process, Chen Xi's blood and blood were mixed with spiritual power to rotate in his body, and he had even broken through the limits of his physical fitness, and in that subtle way, the fit between his spiritual power and his physique reached a new height of almost perfection.

At the end of the day, it's a matter of personal opportunity.

Although Chen Xi is not an orthodox demon race, he is not an authentic demon race, and he is not a human being. And his indiscriminate bloodline theoretically determines that his attainments in spiritual power can only be half a catty and eight taels.

But every time, Chen Xi seized the opportunity by the ghost, and was able to thrive at the speed of astonishing all directions.

This is also related to his perseverance, if he chose to commit suicide because he couldn't accept the cruel facts when he learned about the death of Sanniang and the others from Jiang Feng, then he would definitely not have the exquisite footwork that he is as light as a swallow now.

can be regarded as inheriting his adoptive mother Yan Sanniang's exquisite light body kung fu.

Chen Xi sat lazily on the copper chair placed on the steps, and his hands were loosely placed on the handles on both sides.

His arrogance was like his long blood-red hair, unkempt, and from time to time he exuded a kind of royal spirit, "This son belongs to your hall master, now I sit on it, you should obey the command, right?"

He thought it was a bit amusing to leave a black-robed man alone face to face in this spacious cave.

Where did the black-robed person dare to play any tricks now, although it was very angry at Chen Xi's provocative behavior of sitting on the throne of the hall lord. But it didn't have much ability of its own, so it could only endure it, nodding its head in response to the sound of a voice.

Then he walked to the ebony table where Chen Xi had just sat and bent down.

To be honest, the red-haired boy's black flames did make it fearful, but it never felt the slightest spiritual pressure released by Chen Xi. In other words, the red-haired boy sitting arrogantly on the throne is most likely just a master of the rivers and lakes without any spiritual power.

The black-robed man became more and more suspicious that Chen Xi did not possess spiritual power, and felt that he was not a spiritual person at all. Maybe it's just a charlatan who can do tricks.

It thinks that it can't defeat this arrogant boy of unknown origin single-handedly, and after delaying for so long, it hasn't seen the hall master rush back, and the support is mostly useless.

There seemed to be a "buzzing" sound in the black-robed man's head, and he couldn't help but make a decision. While reaching out and stroking the ebony tabletop, he whispered something in his mouth.

Chen Xi changed his sitting posture and lay on his side on the throne, Erlang's legs raised high swayed in the air, and while picking his nostrils, he impatiently urged the black-robed man to say, "What are you talking about, look at the efficiency of your five halls, just ask you to let go of a few thousand people, you have to keep nagging." ”

The black-robed man didn't care about Chenxi's urging, it was still stroking the ebony desktop repeatedly, chattering and chattering, and suddenly two silver-white chains flew out of the loose cuffs on both sides, and the chains suddenly lit up in mid-air, and after suddenly transforming into the color of the black forest, it was like two needles, and quickly pierced down towards the black-robed man's skull!

"Sneer......"

A stream of hot blood spurted out of the black-robed man's skull and splashed onto the table. After the black-robed man with a split head received this fatal blow, his whole body was convulsing violently, and soon his legs kicked and his eyes widened, and the body wrapped in the black robe quickly fell firmly on the long ebony tabletop.

The strange behavior of the black-robed man was quite unexpected, and Chen Xi was also confused by it.

Chen Xi also asked if the black-robed man had long expected that it would inevitably die in the end, so he would rather commit suicide with righteousness than help him untie the many cages above the cave.

Thinking of this, Chen Xi raised his head and looked up at the cage above the cave that was dozens of meters away from him, and there were thousands of barbed cages.

I thought: These five halls are really bold, and they have actually caught so many mandala pearl snakes, but that's the end of it. Rest assured, you'll all be back home soon.

Chen Xi looked back at the corpse of the black-robed man under the steps, but his brows furrowed.

He didn't expect that after the suicide of the black-robed man, the seven solid wood chairs beside the ebony table under the steps inexplicably began to emit imperceptible violent vibrations.

The vibration of those chairs is not obvious, and it is difficult for ordinary people to observe it with the naked eye.

It's just that the arrangement on this stone platform is like this, and there happens to be a black-robed man who commits suicide by the table in the middle of those chairs.

That's why Chen Xi is just observing.

Chen Xi slowly raised his hand to support his thin chin, his expression became serious and solemn, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said to himself a little angrily, "What tricks are you going to play this time?"

Enchanted Academy.

Chen Qiwei saw a bottle of purple medicine in the underground black market of the Weasel Guild and felt familiar-"This purple medicine bottle seems to have been seen on Old Man Chen, what kind of treasure is it?"

Curiously, he went to the auction table and asked the bidders around him, and learned that it was difficult to tell whether the effect of the medicine bottle was good or bad.

It was a magical potion that shielded oneself from the release of spiritual pressure and the ability to perceive.

For strong people who are low-key and don't want to cause trouble, it is naturally good to be able to shield the spiritual pressure and retain an unfathomable sense of mystery for the opponent. But at the same time, it also blocks your ability to perceive the spiritual pressure of others - that is to say, when you face an opponent whose spiritual power is above you, although your mental state will not be affected by the spiritual pressure of the other party, but you have also become a "blind mouse", and you can't figure out the details of the opponent's spiritual power at all.

Therefore, this magical liquid with purple body is like a double-edged sword, with both advantages and disadvantages.

And when Chen Xi was cultivating under the water of the Immortal Realm Immortal Pond before, he had encountered a bottleneck of the third-order spirit gathering and triggered some kind of illusion, and he had a fierce battle with an ice man of unknown origin inside.

At that time, the purple medicine bottle that Chen Xi found from the Chen family's mansion in Feng Chia City and was hidden in his trouser pocket was unknowingly broken by Bing Nan in Chen Xi's own trouser pocket, integrated into the skin of his thighs, and all of them penetrated into Chen Xi's meridians without him knowing.