The so-called true feelings are just a momentary blinded heart.

After resting for a few days, Leng Qianyue began to cultivate again, and after the body broke through, the cultivation speed would begin to return to normal.

Over the course of a few days, the body has become more and more proficient in controlling the power.

Leng Qianyue sat on the bluestone, raised her feet in a chic manner, sat with a big grin, drank the warm water she brought, and suddenly felt that the chill on her body had dispelled a lot.

Bi Hai sat next to him, his eyes lowered, and from time to time he made a sound of En'en, obviously annoying about something.

"What are you thinking?" Leng Qianyue put away the water bag and heard Bihai's voice, "In the spirit of being responsible for you, I must mention something." Although you are now breaking through your cultivation, and your martial arts are getting smoother and smoother, these are all kung fu on paper. There is no actual combat drill, and it is always embroidered fists and legs. If you want to progress and be invincible, cultivation is indispensable, and it is actual combat! ”

Leng Qianyue was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect Bihai to say directly in her heart.

These days, she has also found a problem, although she is becoming more and more proficient in boxing and something, she always feels confined to a framework. She was still thinking about what caused it, but she didn't expect Bihai to wake up the person in her dream.

"Very reasonable!" Leng Qianyue nodded affirmatively, "The purpose of cultivation is to protect oneself and the people around you. Embroidered fists and legs are just talking on paper, and the heavy ones are all lost. ”

However, Qiyunling is close to the place where humans live, and there are very few demonic beasts, and occasionally passing by is not enough for her to do it.

"Where do I usually practice?" When Leng Junjie heard Leng Qianyue ask, he thought that the other party cared about him, so he directly and unabashedly said the cultivation places around Qi Yunguo.

Leng Qianyue silently remembered it in her heart, and when everyone was gone, she took out the map and circled these places one by one.

In the end, it is a person from a family, and the places where he cultivates are carefully selected.

The few places Leng Junjie said are all surrounding mountains and forests, and few people go on weekdays. There are also slight differences in the advantages and disadvantages of Warcraft, and if you investigate carefully, you will find that there is a gradual progression hidden inside.

"Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't go to such a nice place?" Leng Qianyue planned the time in detail and finalized the place of cultivation.

At night, Leng Qianyue quietly appeared in the mountains and forests closest to Qi Yunguo with the blue sea.

"Come at night, you're smart." Bihai hid in Leng Qianyue's hair, staring at everything outside with her little eyes.

Where there are monsters, there are forest guards arranged by various families to prevent monsters from coming out to hurt people.

Even if ordinary people wanted to cultivate, they couldn't enter these places. These places have been enclosed in disguise.

"Of course, these bastards occupy the cultivation place by virtue of being rich and powerful." Leng Qianyue snorted, the person who handled the hand at night was a lot looser, and found a secluded corner, Leng Qianyue took Bihai and slipped in directly and quietly.

The winter forest is full of dead air.

At night, the starry sky shines brightly, through the bare branches. Occasionally, jackdaws flew by, and there was a loud noise.

Leng Qianyue's body deftly ran through the woods, getting farther and farther away from the edge, and the lights of the human world gradually disappeared.

During this period, he encountered a few weak demonic beasts, but Leng Qianyue decisively didn't look at them.

"Smell of blood...... Bihai claws grabbed Leng Qianyue's shoulder, and on the way to the rush, it suddenly opened its mouth in panic.

Leng Qianyue stopped vigilantly, and when her hand touched the trunk of the tree next to her, the wet blood was directly stained on her hand. The blood, with a hint of coldness, had apparently been around for some time.

Up and down the trunk, there were several large cracks, apparently struck by sharp claws.

Such a formidable force? Leng Qianyue followed the moonlight, looked around, and found that there was also a strange trace on the trunk of the tree in front of her.

The marks seemed to have been flicked by the tail.

Isn't this a low-level Warcraft Forest? How could there be such traces?

Leng Qianyue couldn't help muttering in her heart, and for the sake of prudence, the speed of walking inside also began to slow down.