Stopping the cultivation of the Yuanyang body, Chen Feng punched and blasted the vines on his body, and scolded while hammering:

"You guys are sick, right, I admit Lu Mingxuan and Lan Ying, what do you mean by always giving me Uncle Xue, why are you so dirty! Yes, it's you who are dirty. ”

After beating these shameless vines, Chen Feng, who was a little relieved, gave them a few rounds of shocking spell packages.

After the vines stopped, Chen Feng removed the spiritual shield, and the surrounding sea water quickly surged over to fill the void.

Chen Feng's hot skin came into contact with the icy seawater, and a large number of bubbles were produced in an instant.

The slightest feeling of coolness made Chen Feng feel a lot more comfortable, but it was far from enough.

Chen Feng held the giant blade and dived towards the bottom of the sea, and he did not stop until he reached the seabed at a depth of more than 200 meters.

After swinging a few knives to adapt to the pressure around him, Chen Feng took a stance and practiced the knife technique.

When he was in the mood, he stirred up the sword of the giant blade, and the sea water around him was stirred by the giant blade, and the seabed near him was also peeled off inch by inch.

With Chen Feng as the center, a vortex was born on the pitch-black seabed, and the scale of Chen Feng's knife momentum increased more and more.

Chen Feng in the center of the vortex only felt that his body and mind were comfortable, and the miscellaneous martial arts in his mind had a place to use at this time.

With a panel as a weapon to help cultivate skills, Chen Feng is not reluctant to learn more skills.

It's just that for him, spending his time on improving the proficiency of key skills is more beneficial to his strength than learning a bunch of miscellaneous ordinary spells.

Therefore, Chen Feng captured a lot of spells when he was in Tianxi, but he didn't practice them much.

After coming to Tianxi and being trapped in the conditions of the absolute spirit here, Chen Feng couldn't let go of his hands and feet to improve the proficiency of spell skills.

After getting started with the spell practice he was interested in, Chen Feng turned his attention to mundane martial arts while continuing to improve his proficiency in Panlong Jin

There are two main sources of mortal martial arts on Chen Feng's body, collected from Fang City and combed from the memories of the eight True Immortal Dao people.

The early stage of Qi cultivation is the time when the strength of the cultivators is the weakest, and the situation is even worse for casual cultivators.

In order to survive and have a high proportion of people who do not rely on the early stage of Qi cultivation to learn mundane martial arts, there are a large number of mundane martial arts for sale in this market.

Chen Feng has gained a lot of convenience in practicing Panlong Jin, and has always been concerned about ordinary martial arts. 、

When he learned that there were martial arts for sale in the Fang Market, and most of them were settled in gold, Chen Feng bought basically all the martial arts sold in the Fang Market regardless of the type.

Chen Feng originally thought that he would wait for Panlong Jin to reach the perfection of the transformation realm in the future, and then pick and choose to practice to see if there could be any unexpected gains.

After that, he came to the Ocean Realm and was forced to have some leisure, but unfortunately these martial arts did not provide Chen Feng with any surprises.

He has the Coiling Dragon Strength at the level of the Transformation Realm, and the super physical fitness provided by the Yuanyang Body.

No matter how much divine martial arts you blow, you can practice it in Chen Feng.

Especially after Chen Feng's coiling dragon strength transformation realm was completed, these mundane martial arts were even more like chicken ribs to him.

Chen Feng also deeply understood in this process why the pure yang dharma body, which is a Jindan series of exercises, rarely focuses on the so-called force skills, and the relevant discussions are not as good as the clever ordinary martial arts.

In the face of absolute power, the technique is still useful but pale, and in front of the sea of qi and blood, how to carry the qi and blood has become not so important.

After all, the foundation of a monk's cultivation is to return to the most basic aura.

It is also because of the difference between monks who can use Reiki and mortals.

Tianxi's mundane martial arts practice to the depths is only to tap all the potential that a person can achieve as a human being, while cultivation is to let people break the shackles of mortals and master extraordinary abilities in the process of accumulating spiritual energy.

Taking this sword technique as an example, Chen Feng deliberately practiced several sets of sword techniques in order to use the giant blade to deal with catastrophic monsters.

But when it comes to actual operation, only the most basic part of these knife techniques is valuable to Chen Feng, the power of the giant blade itself is too powerful, and Chen Feng's own strength is also inhuman, and those fancy knife skills are not used at all.

That is, when venting now, these knife skills can bring Chen Feng a different feeling.

The dim seabed didn't know the time, and when a few vines had already gotten rid of the influence of the spirit spell, Chen Feng felt a trace of exhaustion.

The excess energy was finally exhausted, and Chen Feng surfaced and withdrew from the true blood state.

Glancing at the gloomy sky, Chen Feng clinged to the sea and flew in the direction of the ship.

On the way, more than a dozen thunderbolts were drawn as usual, and Chen Feng returned to the boat.

Xiao Ash and Lan Ying had already returned to the cabin at this time, leaving only a crack in the cultivation cabin on the deck.

casually took it back into the storage bag, and Chen Feng didn't feel a pity.

The little ordinary spirit stones he had left now were not enough to make such a thing, and there were only eight packs of Gathering Spirit Scatter left.

If Chen Feng wants to cultivate and improve quickly, he will have to wait for Hui Tianxi to say.

Glancing at the still gloomy sky, Chen Feng got into the cabin.

Xiao Ash had already been waiting at the door, as soon as Chen Feng came in, it squeaked flatteringly, congratulations to Chen Feng for cultivating for Dajin, and Chen Feng, who was in a good mood, directly rewarded it with a fire spirit stone, which made this little mouse happy.

Lan Ying also cooked for Chen Feng under the command of Xiao Ash, Chen Feng looked at the table full of various dishes, Chen Feng rubbed his already empty stomach, but he still didn't have much appetite.

At this time, Lan Ying came over from the back cabin with a large pot of rice, and when he saw Chen Feng coming back, he quickly took two steps to put the rice away, and ran to Chen Feng to congratulate him: "Congratulations to the immortals for their successful cultivation, I have prepared a meal you like, and I invite the immortals to enjoy it." ”

"I have a heart." Chen Feng responded with a smile and sat down at the table.

Chen Feng, who just wanted to deal with two bites casually, ate two mouthfuls of food, because the numb taste of gluttonous spiritual things was activated, Chen Feng's appetite also came up, and he was already in a happy mood just after the breakthrough, and now there is a food bonus, Chen Feng's face unconsciously bloomed with a smile.

At this moment, in this not very spacious cabin, Chen Feng temporarily got rid of the haze hanging overhead, and Lan Ying was also infected by Chen Feng's pleasure, and took the initiative to chat with Chen Feng.

Chen Feng also threw away the habit of pretending to be deep in the past, and shared a lot of experiences with Lan Ying, of course, although Chen Feng was happy, the string in his heart was still tight, and he didn't mention a word that shouldn't be said.

Chatting about it, Lan Yingyou took out two bottles of wine from under the table and wanted to drink with Chen Feng, Chen Feng blinked and put the two bottles of wine aside, he took out a jar of spirit wine from the storage bag, and poured a glass for Lan Ying and himself.

After the two clinked glasses, Chen Feng raised his head and dried the wine, Lan Ying was not far behind when he saw this, and swallowed the whole glass of wine at once, only to see that his eyes quickly blurred, and his face became red in an instant, she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but after all, she couldn't say it, and lay directly on the table.