Chen Xi ascended to the platform and sat on his throne. He had already shed the tattered white robe of yesterday and replaced it with a thin black style. Behind him was still the dark red prismatic scabbard.

Chen Xi looked into the distance, and what came into his eyes was a peerless beauty of willows and flowers.

But he faced the beauties here, but he didn't have much happiness at all.

He looked down and stared at the two serpentine marks on the palms of his hands, which had merged with the veins beneath the skin of his palms, turning dark brown.

Since there were no particularly powerful sources of power nearby for him to detect, neither of the two serpentine sigils emitted the fiery red glow of last night.

Chen Xi slowly rolled up his ten fingers, buckled them in the palm of his hand, and rolled them up and relaxed.

Occasionally, a few girls passing by in the audience would smile at Chen Xi, and Chen Xi also responded with a smile, but after he smiled, he thought in his heart: "Such a powerful existence of the Enchantment Academy has to surrender to the order of Empress Loulan, can I really overthrow it with my strength?" Chen Xi shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off all the confusion that could not be entangled.

He got up and went back to the basement and sat down on the bed in his room.

A girl brought fresh fruit, and after Chen Xi thanked her, she took out the copy of "Crossfire Fist" again.

Turning the pages of the book, the contents have been yellowed, and there is no writing on them, only vaguely depicting some vaguely outlined figures.

Chen Xi half-squinted, and read it seriously, but he didn't know what was in the book at all.

couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that these spiritual books also depend on fate, I can't understand them at all, is it because I don't have enough fate with them?" But Chen Xi thought again: Could it be because the owner of the secret book didn't want his spiritual book routine to be obtained by others, so he deliberately drew these characters so messily and upside down in order to confuse other people's visual thinking?

Chen Xi turned this spiritual book over and over many times, but after he observed it for a long time, it was still fruitless.

Chen Xi was cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and concentrated on the dantian in his lower abdomen, his spiritual power had almost recovered.

This is all thanks to the blessing of his "double cultivation into immortals" exercise, Chen Xi in the original "double cultivation", he has realized a small trick, that is, not to do those things with the girls here for the time being, but through the sucking skills when he served the girls......

Let their spiritual power not be diverted into their bodies, and make the recovery speed of spiritual power increase exponentially.

Chen Xi's mind extracted a wisp of fiery spiritual power from his suspended dantian and milky yellow liquid spiritual power ball, and ran in the palm of his right hand, thus deriving a wisp of red flame. The flames tickled between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and he touched his middle finger lightly with his index finger, and the flame shifted to his middle finger. Chen Xi was so bored that he kept playing with the red flame between his five fingers, and the days passed slowly and quietly.

Towards evening, Chen Xi closed the secret note and lay on his back on the bed.

He had planned to set off for Liantang City within this day, looking for the nearby Shui Chun Fang.

But he also thought that although his current spiritual power was considered superior in the Enchantment Academy, if it was placed on the entire Western Regions Continent, he would be only a gully in the sea at best. Chen Xi once thought that his spiritual power would be on par with that Yinmu Zijie and he would be able to dominate the entire Loulan Dynasty, but after many things these days, Chen Xi began to realize that he was just a frog at the bottom of the well.

With his current level of third-order spiritual gathering, he could only flee all the way when facing the non-spiritual magical beasts of the Golden Armor Beast. If you want to go to Shuichun Fang alone, I am afraid that it will be difficult, and if you don't get it right, you will lose your life, if you lose your life halfway, what will you do to avenge Sanniang and them?

"Xianglan will definitely be fine, I believe in Yan'er's medical skills!" Chen Xi thought firmly, "Even if Yan'er's medical skills are not enough, she still has her county lord, but I don't know if her county lord who is an immortal clan will come to the rescue of Xianglan?"

Chen Xi clenched his fist and forced himself to put those things down for the time being, he felt that he would at least first successfully cultivate the spiritual technique of this "Cross Fire Fist". Chen Xi took out the copy of "Crossfire Fist" again and prepared to watch it, but unexpectedly he forgot to fade the red flame that disturbed him between his fingers. When the "Crossfire Fist" was opened by his hands, he was accidentally burned by the wisps of flame disturbed by his right hand.

When Chen Xi reacted and wanted to retract the flames and suppress the spread of the flames on the book, he found that the characters who were originally portrayed in the book were suddenly like breaking away from the shackles of the spirit book, and kept dancing in the air with the light smoke.

The figure was the size of a palm, with a translucent form similar to Jiang Feng, which looked very weird.

Chen Xi was stunned by this, and didn't think about whether it would be some other demons and monsters, so he hurriedly watched intently.

The postures of those characters dancing in the air slowly penetrated into Chenxi's brain, allowing Chenxi to associate the spiritual postures he saw at this time with the messy character moves he had been thinking about, and recombine them into a new spiritual routine.

After such an overlap, Chen Xi couldn't help but exclaim, and then said to himself with joy: "Could it be that these pictures are the real 'Crossfire Fist'?"

When Chen Xi continued to look down with great eagerness, he found the illusory figure hanging in the air, and suddenly his fists struck in front of him into a strange trajectory from left to right and then from top to bottom, and a fist-sized, cross-shaped flame suddenly sprouted out of thin air from his fists, and rushed straight towards the wardrobe in front of it.

Chen Xi was worried that the cross flame would burn the wardrobe, so he hurriedly jumped over, and at the same time used the fire spiritual power in his body between his hands, and his hands danced around the cross flame, trying to change the trajectory of the flame, but he didn't expect that he couldn't control the original orbit of the flame.

Seeing this, Chen Xi couldn't help but sigh to himself: "How is it possible, with the strength of my third-order spirit gathering, I can't shake its trajectory in the slightest?

Just as he was puzzled, the flames were already coming at him.

Frightened, Chen Xi hurriedly dodged, and the cross-shaped flame was shot out by the palm-sized translucent figure, which was less than the size of a fist, but when it narrowly grazed the top of Chen Xi's head and hit the wardrobe, it made a deafening "boom" loud sound.

The underground dormitory shook violently and suddenly.

Just as everyone was frightened by the sudden shock and screamed, and fled to the ground, Chen Xi also used his explosive step, room by room to confirm whether the girls had retreated safely, and when he confirmed that the girls had all evacuated safely, he turned around and rushed back to his room.

In this underground bedroom, everyone was empty, except for a black-shirted young man with a face full of excitement.

When the shaking stopped, when the girls counted the number of people, they found that there was still no one left before Yuchenxi, and the mouth like the lid of the pot had already been tightly closed.

Just when everyone began to hesitate to lift the lid of the pot and go down to rescue Yu Chenxi, they saw that the lid of the pot that had been silent was suddenly slowly pushed away from underneath.

White hands emerged from underneath and clutched at the ground at the edge of the entrance. A black-shirted boy who was not harmed in the slightest followed and slowly crawled out from underneath.

Chen Xi coughed a few times and spit out a few puffs of smoke. He was originally a fiery person, and with the level of the third-order spirit gathering, he was able to retreat from the explosion just now.

When the girls in the camp saw that Chen Xi was fine, they all flocked over one after another, asking about Chen Xi's injuries.

Chen Xi touched the back of her head awkwardly, and smiled wryly at the many girls who gathered around: "Hehe, how could I be injured, it's just that this underground dormitory is suffering, I should choose a remote place outside to cultivate." ”