After talking and laughing for a while, Yi Ping looked at Mo Zixuan with a smile on his face, and said, "Zixuan, thank you, if you hadn't discovered that spirit mine, we wouldn't have survived." ”

As soon as these words came out, many eyes were projected away with gratitude, at first they were suspicious of Mo Zixuan, but now that they think about it, they are quite embarrassed.

"It's all in the past, uncle, don't take it to heart. Being watched by so many people, Mo Zixuan scratched his head, wanting to ease the atmosphere.

Yi Ping saw the young man scratching his head and smiling, and immediately shook his head, and said gratefully: "I, Yi Ping, have nothing to repay, so I will give you the lower layer of this Wind Fist." ”

The more time passed, the more he found that although he had this high-level spiritual skill, he rarely had the opportunity to display it. In contrast, Mo Zixuan was able to ascend to two realms in a row in just a few months after coming to the Jingting Cave, and such a talent was enough to rank among the best in the mine.

Moreover, Yi Ping could also see that the young man was quite talented in cultivating spiritual skills.

"Ah, how can that work? That's a mortal high-grade spiritual power. Mo Zixuan was surprised, he hadn't thought about that high-grade spiritual skill at all, Uncle Yi Ping was already grateful for his willingness to change his spiritual skill before, how could he think about the lower level of the Wind Fist?

Mo Zixuan knew that there were very few high-level spiritual skills in this mine, and everyone regarded him as a treasure.

"Take it, what do you say?"

Seeing this, Yi Ping glanced at everyone, and everyone responded with the voice, wanting Mo Zixuan to accept the spiritual skill. Under the urging of everyone, after a while, Mo Zixuan was finally broken through the defense line and nodded helplessly.

Mo Zixuan, who was helpless, had no choice but to sit down cross-legged, stretching out his slightly white palm, which was only close to Yi Ping's thick palms, and then saw that there was a majestic yellow spiritual power on the arms of Yi Ping's body, and finally rushed away at the little hand.

"Boom. ”

The moment Mo Zixuan received the Wind Punch, there was also a wave of qi swept across their palms, blowing their clothes popping.

Feeling the lower layer of the Wind Fist from the uncle's cultivation, Mo Zixuan suddenly felt that his head was getting bigger, to say that the lower level of this Wind Fist was relatively simple to cultivate, but the lower layer of this mysterious and extremely mysterious layer made the young man feel obscure. The lower level of the spirit continued to pass through her mind, and then her brow furrowed.

After a while, the qi wave eased, Yi Ping also withdrew his palm, and looked at the young man in the cloth shirt sitting cross-legged in front of him with a happy face. The boy doesn't seem to have much maturity, but that kind of approachable state makes people feel a little bit of close relatives, as if the pain with him will be reduced a little.

As Yi Ping closed his palm, Mo Zixuan also slowly put his palm on his knee, his closed eyes slowly opened, and muttered: "Quickly dissolve the rigid... The lower layer of this Wind Fist is indeed extraordinary. ”

Mo Zixuan's expression was surprised, this spiritual skill was worthy of being a high-grade product, just that obscure mantra made him feel a little headache, he really didn't know how difficult it would be to cultivate.

"That's nature, my Wind Fist is extremely powerful, and those who are at the peak of refining can blast that hard spirit stone into powder. ”

Looking at Mo Zixuan who was muttering to himself, Yi Ping smiled warmly at him, although his voice was very small before, but in front of the realm powerhouse, these would be clearly in his ears.

Hearing this, Mo Zixuan nodded, agreeing with this. After all, it is a high-grade product, and it is not an exaggeration to reach that level.

"If there's something you don't understand, just ask me. Yi Ping looked at Mo Zixuan, who nodded slightly, and said slowly, and then stood up, feeling the majestic spiritual power in his body, not only smiled, but he didn't think that the seventh grade was far from the sixth grade, he felt that if he encountered Na Luochen again, although he was not sure of winning, at least he would not lose very badly.

Wang Jingming's slightly vicissitudes of life looked at the people gathered together, and there was a bit of sadness on his face. Because after today, that Chiba will take over the mine, and then the two mines will be merged into one, so that there will inevitably be friction with the Jingxiu Cave, even if there are Yiping Spirit Body Realm Seven Grades, but how can the Jingxiu Cave be an ornament?

Luo Chen, who has this eighth-grade spirit body, is enough to make the people in the Jingjing Hall Cave unable to raise their heads, let alone have a seventh-grade spirit body. This kind of strength is also outstanding when looking at all mines.

Mo Zixuan inadvertently saw Wang Jingming's worried cheeks, and immediately walked over to him slowly, looked at the white-haired uncle with two sideburns, and slowly spoke: "Uncle, do you have something on your mind?"

Wang Jingming sighed lightly, not hiding it, after all, this matter will be known sooner or later, "Tomorrow Qianfuzi will come to take over the mine, saying that he is going to open the five spirit caves and merge the two caves together." ”

The words came out faintly, and Yi Ping's expressions changed, obviously they also knew what the merger of the two holes meant.

Mo Zixuan's heart moved slightly, the corners of his mouth were sharp, and he said, "Don't worry, uncle, we have survived a hundred spirit stones, what else can't we over?"

"Uncle, Zixuan is right, and us. Yi Ping said indifferently.

Everyone talked for a while, and then they each went back to the grass shop to rest, Mo Zixuan was no exception, came to the small cave, looked at the surrounding rock walls and his eyes sharpened, now he has the mantra of the lower layer of the Wind Fist, you might as well feel it first.

Nodding slightly, Mo Zixuan sat cross-legged on the weeds, calmly feeling the unfamiliar mantras in his body, which were as difficult to see through as if they were Buddhist mantras.

Mo Zixuan just took what he could bear now to cultivate, and as for the complicated ones, he would naturally have no teachers in the future.

Standing up slowly, Mo Zixuan followed the cultivation method on the mantra to play an extremely astringent punch in the small hole, and the wind of the lower layer of this wind fist was extremely fast, fast as lightning, and powerful.

The first time Mo Zixuan punched quickly, there was always this unsmooth place between the fists, and Mo Zixuan's face was still calm for these.

Even if he had a slight talent in cultivating spiritual skills, that Wind Fist was also a mortal high-level spiritual skill, and it was naturally much more difficult than the upper level's fierce spiritual skills.

"Huh!"

Mo Zixuan quickly threw a few punches, the strong wind on the fist blade howled, and the air wave swept from the fist.

Feeling the wind volume of the Wind Fist, Mo Zixuan shook his head, the spiritual skill indicated that the cultivator could make the Wind Fist as strong as a storm, and it was not at all something that the wind and waves in front of him could look at.

"Drink!"

With a cold drink, Mo Zixuan's face overflowed with sweat, and he fell directly on the weeds. After training for several hours and beating the fierce punching technique of the Wind Fist dozens of times, it is finally no longer as obscure as before.

Feeling the hot sweat on his face, Mo Zixuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the deep dark sky, his eyes flashing with a trace of strength.

The wind at the lower level of the Wind Fist is really worthy of being a high-level spiritual skill, and the spiritual power required to consume is also extremely huge. Mo Zixuan felt that if he practiced that wind with all his might, the power would definitely be dozens of times stronger than the strength of the upper layer, but the loss of spiritual power was also extremely huge. With this, the Fifth Rank Spirit Body can only be released at most twice.