"Whew!"

Mo Zixuan let out a breath calmly, now he has enough qualifications to fight hard with Peng Fan. The only point of loss is the spiritual skills, relying on the eagle step in the Great Mo Dynasty, it is good to use it to escape for your life, if it is a hard battle, you must find someone to learn spiritual skills.

But whether the people in this hell are as kind as they imagined, maybe the uncle can learn some spiritual skills. Thinking of this, the boy targeted the uncle, but after some inquiry, he found nothing.

Uncle is only a spiritual skill, fusing four-leaf clover into pills, and nothing else.

The young man in the gloomy quiet hall cave wandered around for a long time, but he had no clue, and the people in the cave were gathered in groups, and it turned out to be a person with six grades of the spirit realm, and he exerted his powerful spiritual skills in it.

The fist is strong, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, clean and neat. Every punch carries these strong winds, and the strong wind is like a blade, even if it is a spirit stone, it can be injured by it.

The group of people gathered around him, waving their hands and applauding. You must know that spiritual skills are rare in hell, and they are undoubtedly much more precious than spirit stones.

"I said Yi Ping, your Wind Fist has improved a lot. Humpty Dumpty Wang Yan's face was full of joy and shouted.

When the people next to him heard this, they also followed him and praised him again and again, and Yi Ping, who was performing his spiritual skills, was deeply embarrassed, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't praise me, it's all some fur." ”

Mo Zixuan looked at the probe, this person was not a stranger, it was the uncle who helped him last time.

Looking at where to perform the powerful spiritual skills, a trace of desire flashed in Mo Zixuan's eyes, if he could learn the Wind Fist, the chances of winning against Peng Fan would also increase.

But in hell, if all spiritual skills are regarded as treasures, how can they be easily handed over to others?

"It's a pity that my Wind Fist is only practiced to the upper level of strength, but it stops at the Wind. ”

With a frown, Yi Ping said with a sigh, because he knew that after reaching the next realm, the power of the Wind Fist would also increase greatly.

Hearing this, Mo Zixuan's face changed, my spiritual skills are mainly used to increase speed, if I can complement his spiritual skills, maybe he will give it to me.

With such a plan, Mo Zixuan is immature little face swelled up with excitement, and under the sight of everyone, the young man slowly walked out and said softly, "Uncle, if you are giving you a spiritual skill that can increase your speed, can you reach the lower level of the wind?"

"Oh, little guy, what do you mean by that?" Yi Ping's resolute face was a little puzzled.

"The kid here happens to have a spiritual skill that increases speed, called Eagle Step, mortal intermediate level. I wonder if you can make an exchange with your spiritual skills from my uncle?"

Being watched by everyone, Mo Zixuan didn't care at all, and said in a negotiated tone.

When Yi Ping heard this, he muttered a few times in a low voice, and after thinking about it, he felt that this little guy's words were very good. But his spiritual skills are high-level, and when practiced to the extreme, they can even be compared with low-level spiritual skills.

"The idea is very good, but my spiritual skills are high-level. If I exchange with you like this, I will lose something. ”

Mo Zixuan's heart was like a mirror, and there were very few high-level spiritual skills in hell, but he had nothing else to trade except for spirit stones, so he immediately said slowly, "Uncle, think about it, if there is no Eagle Stepping to complement each other, this Wind Fist is only an intermediate level of mortal at best."

"Well, I'll only trade for the upper echelons of the Tempest. As for the entire content of Eagle Step, I will tell the uncle, if the uncle thinks that it is not good, the exchange of two mortal intermediate spiritual skills will not lose anyone. ”

"What a sharp-toothed boy, well, then I'll hand over the top of my Wind Fist to you. ”

Yi Ping's color was a little amazing, but he didn't expect Mo Zixuan to be eloquent at a young age.

After all, the two of them are exchanging spiritual skills with each other. Under normal circumstances, spiritual skills are used to transmit the mantras and cultivation methods of spiritual skills to others.

The figures in the cave of the silent hall sat cross-legged, their palms touching, and they exchanged the spiritual skills of each other.

Both of them have spiritual power flashing on their bodies, and compared to the young man, the light of Yi Ping's six-grade spirit body is richer.

It didn't take long for the teleportation of the psychic skill to take place, and after a few minutes, both of them opened their eyes and felt each other's psychic skills.

Mo Zixuan's dark eyes flashed with a gleam, with this Wind Fist, the chances of winning against Peng Fan would be greater, and in fifteen days, the upper level of the Wind Fist should be able to play a simple role.

Yi Ping shook his head with a smile, and sighed a little at the wonder of the eagle step, and couldn't help but say, "Little guy, I didn't expect your eagle step to have the effect of stepping into the air." If you don't understand anything in the Wind Fist, feel free to find an uncle. ”

Seeing Yi Ping patting his chest happily, Mo Zixuan also gave the same words to the former.

After the exchange of spiritual skills was completed, Mo Zixuan and Yi Ping briefly chatted about each other's spiritual skills.

The people next to him were also fascinated by what they heard, although they didn't exchange spiritual skills, but when they heard the advantages of the two spiritual skills, everyone's eyes also flashed with this light.

In the next half an hour, Mo Zixuan came to the small hole that was only enough for one person to exercise, and the little white fox also ran out of the young man's body, his fox eyes narrowed, and he smiled evilly, "I didn't expect you kid, you're quite capable." ”

Scratching his jet-black hair, Mo Zixuan smiled, "I also accidentally thought of exchanging spiritual skills. ”

"However, this Wind Fist is very mysterious, and just because of the strength in front of me, I'm afraid it will take me months of practice to become proficient. ”

Mo Zixuan said in a solemn tone, since he was a child, the highest spiritual skill he has ever been exposed to is the intermediate level of mortal grade.

"Hehe, if you get a spiritual skill, you still sell it. To be honest, if you ask for this fox, maybe this fox will reward you with a few spiritual skills. ”

"Spiritual products?!"

Hearing this, Mo Zixuan's little face was full of shock, and he felt more and more in his heart that the mystery of this white fox was no less than He Yirou.

The spiritual skills of spiritual products, Mo Zixuan has seen his father use them in his life, and there is nothing else.

"Ann, Ann. These spiritual qualities and spiritual skills are simply not good with your current physique. If you reach the step realm, maybe it's okay. The white fox crawled on the yellow grass, the fox paws held the chin, the eyes were slightly small, and he said comfortably.

"It seems that I want to speed up my cultivation and get out of this hell as soon as possible. ”

The dark eyes deepened, and Mo Zixuan said slowly in his heart, only by leaving hell will he have a chance to return to the world, even if there is only a trace, he will not give up easily.

"Let's hurry up and cultivate the Wind Fist. ”

Mo Zixuan muttered, and in his mind, the cultivation mantra of the Wind Fist had been presented in a method.

According to the content of the spiritual technique, the young man opened his steps with a sharp face.

The upper echelons of this wind fist pay attention to the fierceness, and the punch must be filled with spiritual power into the fist in place, in short, three words, steady, accurate, and ruthless.

In the small hole, Mo Zixuan began to practice the Wind Punch according to the spiritual skills, he tried to urge the spiritual power on his body to gather into the fist as much as possible, and played a strong fist wind, but every time he moved, a part of the spiritual power flowed out, and the whole set of boxing techniques was extremely rusty.

Many times the white fox watched it laughing, but he didn't care too much about these Mo Zixuan.

After repeatedly cultivating this Wind Fist in the cave, in the process of continuous cultivation, I also have a preliminary understanding of the mastery of spiritual power.

Three hours later, the young man sat on the weeds, only to feel that his spiritual power seemed to be nothing, and he couldn't use any strength, and there was still sweat falling from his face.

"Whew!"

Panting heavily, Mo Zixuan's face turned red, he looked at the dark sky, his eyes couldn't help narrowing, and he gradually fell asleep.

...

The next morning, the boy continued to do the same work as he had done on the same day. I worked hard to cultivate this Wind Fist at night, and every time I didn't sleep until my spiritual power was exhausted. In the process of circulating the loop, half a month later is a hurry.

In the past half a month, Mo Zixuan has adapted to many aspects such as the flow of people, environmental conditions, and time rules, and the speed of taking spirit stones has become a little easier with the breakthrough of the realm.

Maybe he was busy cultivating, and Peng Fan never came to Yirou's trouble again. After all, he was working in another mine, a kilometer away.

These days, He Yirou would look for Mo Zixuan at night from time to time, but seeing that he was working hard, he didn't bother, and the two only had enough time to communicate during the day.

Watching the two gradually come together, Wang Jingming's vicissitudes of life were also gratified. At the beginning, black impermanence made him entertain him, but how could he bear such a cute child?

On the last night, Mo Zixuan felt that today was extraordinarily beautiful, and he fell asleep early, fully prepared for tomorrow's battle, because it was not only about these two people, but also about these two holes.

The young man once happened to hear Wang Jingming say that the people in this Jingxiu Cave are more powerful than the Jingtang Cave in terms of overall strength and the number of spirit stones handed in, so the people in the Jingxiu Cave are all arrogant.

If this battle is won, it can also suppress the arrogance of Jingxiu Cave.