The surroundings were as silent as death, only viscous white in the eyes, and every breath was accompanied by a thick dampness, and the lungs were hot as drowning.

Fearing that the mist was poisonous, he didn't dare to take a big breath, only taking a shallow breath at a time, and pressing the frequency to the lowest possible.

Occasionally coughing a few times, but the voice could not travel far, and I sounded muffled, as if I was covering my ears and listening to other people's coughs.

For the first time, he discovered that silence could really kill a person, and in just half an hour, he had the urge to go crazy three times.

Is it because your mind is not strong?

Definitely not.

If he didn't have perseverance, he would have become a waste long ago, how could he still practice martial arts diligently for more than ten years, silently praying for the mercy of the heavens to give him a chance to practice the inner family exercises.

Even the immortals have been waited for by themselves, and they want to drive the young master crazy in a dead silence, how is it possible?

Fog for sure!

With a shock in his heart, Feng Zhiping suddenly found that he was distracted, and he didn't even notice that the sword in his hand had fallen into the river.

Sitting cross-legged in the water, the top-grade one was firmly tied to the body, and the middle-grade one was crossed on the knee, carrying the three-point alert silently.

Being idle is also idle, so it's better to seize the time to practice, first, to calm down and concentrate, and second, to accumulate a lot.

Besides, people can't just rely on shortcuts and forget their roots, it's easy to shake their minds if they take too many shortcuts, and a warrior with a weak heart will never make a big difference.

The situation at this time was really suitable for retreat, and not only that, but after three weeks, he had an unexpected gain.

Every week, the inner breath left in the sea of qi is more than he thought, at first he thought it was an illusion, but after three weeks he found out that it was not, and after another week, he confirmed that he did not inadvertently absorb the aura in the sword, and he finally determined that there was something wrong with the fog.

"Senior Brother Chang said that this place is dangerous, but it is a good place to cultivate, is it not an ordinary environment, but in this fog?"

Thinking about it carefully, Feng Zhiping nodded secretly.

"It should be, I have meditated several times in the past few days, and I have not found that the cultivation speed has become faster, only in this fog the effect is obvious, and a week of heaven can more than double the normal cultivation!"

Thinking through the joints, the depressed mood turned into excitement, and the thick fog that was originally disgusted seemed so tempting at the moment.

"Don't disperse too quickly!"

Muttering, Feng Zhiping gathered his mind and closed his eyes, and the mist continued to enter the inner body with the slow and long breathing, silently infiltrating the meridians, and flowing into the dantian with the internal breath.

Stimulated by the mist, the sea of qi also became excited, the speed of the vortex became faster and faster, and the volume quickly increased.

"Gone mad?!"

Feng Zhiping was half frightened, and subconsciously wanted to stop, so he restrained his thoughts.

He has just started to practice the inner family exercises, but he is by no means a rookie, and he knows that the most taboo thing to go crazy is to forcibly stop it, which will not only damage the meridians but also shock the sea of qi, in case the dantian is severely damaged, he will no longer be able to cultivate in this life.

Unless there is a master to help guide him, stopping his work is death, and his hard-won opportunity to practice must not be lost, so he can only rack his brains to recall the family classics to find a solution.

"Let's see if we can slow it down!"

Stabilizing his mind, Feng Zhiping tried to control the sea of qi, but instead of making it slow down, it became a little faster.

"Damn, what can I do, I haven't heard of me in all the phenomena of madness! Let it slow down and it will be fast, so if I urge it to be faster, will it be able to slow down? This thing belongs to a donkey?"

Thinking about it left and right, there was no other way, Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth, and the dead horse was a live horse doctor.

Silently reciting the heart trick tried to urge the sea of qi slightly, but as soon as the thought vortex turned even crazier, now there is no need to meditate on sympathy, just by feeling can clearly feel the dantian swelling, as if a small whirlwind is sealed in the stomach.

The meridians around the body are faintly painful, and some of the meridians that have not been repaired also have tingling and itching, Feng Zhiping wants to cry without tears, and he does not dare to try again, so he can only maintain the status quo and silently move his mind, not to stop, but to stop the internal force of the crazy turn not to go to the wrong vein.

I don't know how long it took, the sea of qi expanded to the limit, and his appearance didn't change much, but he could feel every inch of flesh and blood inside and outside his abdomen stretched to the extreme.

"If it goes on like this, will I blow it up?"

Smiling bitterly and laughing at himself, Feng Zhiping was suddenly stunned, his situation seemed to be dangerous, feasible for so long, but there was no fault in the slightest, even if he stopped guiding the internal force now, he was still circulating in his own position in the meridians, didn't he go crazy?

But if you don't go crazy, why can't you control it?

As he thought about it, an indescribable cramping pain came from his abdomen, and he suddenly took a sharp breath of cold air, and secretly screamed in his heart.

"Damn, the young master is really going to blow up!"

In an instant, countless memories crossed his mind, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the breath of death, and Feng Zhiping had mixed feelings.

"It is said that people can see their lives in the blink of an eye before they die, and it turns out to be true.

Regret it?

It's a little, but it's more of a pity.

He regretted that he knew that the mist evil sect was still greedy for merit, regretted that the revenge was not avenged, and he could no longer know who was behind the scenes in this life, if he could do it again, he would definitely accept the lesson and change his past, and he would not eat unclean things!

"Immortal Chief, I'm going to die, can you go down to earth to save me again!"

No one responded to the cry for help, Feng Zhiping smiled bitterly and secretly scolded himself for being stupid.

Immortals only exist in legends, no one has ever seen them, they have to meet once for many lifetimes of blessings, and they want to come again, they are really greedy enough, and it is not a pity to die.

"By the way, how long has it been since this been, why haven't I died?"

When I opened my eyes and looked down, my lower abdomen was still so tight, and the cramps were still there, but I don't know if it hurt too much, and it was not as unbearable as it was at the beginning.

"Wait, 'the dantian is full, the seriousness is unsurplus, the breath is sufficient and the strength is weak, so the eight levels are difficult to overcome, and the void must be turned into a real gathering of breath and condensation, so as to moisten the eight veins and reach the innate nature', I don't seem to be going crazy, but a sign of internal force and yuan, but my eight levels of the Qi Sutra have been stretched out by the internal breath, and it is only close to penetrating, how is this different from what the book says?"

Twisting his eyebrows and thinking for a moment, Feng Zhiping threw his doubts aside.

"Whatever, anyway, most of the situation is the same as what the book says, I'm not a normal person in the first place, the gods gave me a sword seed to practice, what's so strange about being different from ordinary people!"

That being said, he was still worried.

Normal people's cultivation needs to rely on the blocking of the eight veins to force the internal breath to continue to gather, forcing the internal force to transform from the ethereal qi to the vapor between the void and the real, and then backlash the pass to open up the eight veins.

These vapors are the essence of the inner strength of the warrior, so they are called Yuan Qi or Yuan Li.

When all the internal forces are transformed, the eight veins will be basically connected, and the internal force will become a clear water-like colorless yuan liquid flowing in the meridians around the body, and the martial artist at this time is the peak of the acquired realm, called quasi-congenital.

Yuan power is the foundation of cultivating spiritual sense, and condensing yuan power needs to complement the resistance of the eight veins, but now I have not refined the slightest bit of Yuan Li, and the eight veins pass has been completely broken, what is going on!

Even if you can cultivate the Yuan Force in this way, when the eight veins are connected, your internal force can be condensed by a few percent, and you won't become a two-and-a-half hanger and never reach the quasi-congenital, right?

I didn't dare to move, otherwise Feng Zhiping would definitely have to pluck his hair, and then another sharp pain came, and the flat lower abdomen swelled up like a pregnant woman who was pregnant for five months.

"God, that's what it's like to have a baby, it hurts me to death!"

I wanted to hold my stomach and roll around several times, but I finally endured it.

"Anyway, I can't stop, and dragging it is a crime, the young master will fight with you!

Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth, and the evil was born to the side of the gall, while trying to restrain his mind and ignore the pain, while silently using the family heirloom method to urge the dantian.

The sea of qi accelerated again under his urging, and at the same time began to rhythm, the rhythm was slow at first, and it didn't take long to catch up with the heartbeat, and the seamless and fillable internal breath gradually gathered towards the core, Feng Zhiping could feel that something was brewing there.

"Damn, it's really going to give birth!It doesn't matter, it's a man or a woman, let's make it first!!"

After the afterburner again, the rhythm of the sea of qi was faster than the hum of the sword, and the inner breath gathered more and more, and the core became more and more compact, until a certain moment broke through some kind of restraint, and the internal breath that had been gathered at a uniform speed was frantically gathered under the pull of a mysterious force, and quickly formed a round air mass.

The sea of gas regenerates the sea of gas, which has never been heard of in ancient and modern times.

Feng Zhiping couldn't be weird, he only knew that the birth of the new qi sea had greatly soothed the swollen and painful meridians, so he concentrated on mobilizing all the internal forces to stuff there.

And the air mass did not disappoint him, like gluttony, no matter how much internal force was swallowed together.

By the time he came back to his senses, the meridians were empty, the speed of the sea of qi had dropped back to its original point, and the air mass at the core had nothing to swallow, revealing its true face.

"It's... The sword seed, so it didn't melt!"

Feng Zhiping was stunned, wasn't the irregularly rotating black ball in the center of the Qi Sea the same sword species he ate, the difference was only that the volume had become much larger.

"Wait, how can I see? The acquired realm can only be sensitive, and inner vision is a skill that only a master of the innate realm has!"

He opened his eyes in disbelief, and quickly closed them, Feng Zhiping's heart moved, and he saw the sword species in the sea of qi, and he could see a lot of other parts of his body as soon as his thoughts turned.

"What's the situation, what am I now? Mortal martial artist, metamorphosis stage martial artist, or innate in the spiritual consciousness stage?"

Feng Zhiping was full of confusion, and suddenly found that there was something wrong with the sword type, and he almost fainted after a closer look.

"Damn, hair?!"

I saw that the rotating sword species continued to "grow" out of wisps of slender "fluff", entangled with each other into a slender silk thread, which became longer and longer under the turnover of the sea of qi until it entered the meridians and ran with the Zhou Tian, and after the first Zhou Tian turned, the "thread" returned to the sea of qi to merge into the sword species, and flew out again under the agitation of the sword species, and so on and so forth.

"This is, Yuan Li?"

I haven't seen what Yuan Li looks like, but Feng Zhiping feels that this is Yuan Li, but how is his Yuan Li different from what the book says, it is not vapor or liquid, but a slimy filament.

Picking up the long sword on his lap with a suspicious hand, he tried to transfer the silk thread to pour it in, and when the internal force filled the sword body, Qing Feng, who was more than three feet tall, shook slightly, and a faint haze of light flowed from the root to the tip of the sword.

Feng Zhiping is good at swords, and he also loves swords, at this time he has a different feeling, obviously he has not performed martial arts but he is like an arm, as if the sword is no longer a foreign object, and it has truly become a continuation of his arm.

After savoring it for a moment, with a wave of his hand, a faint light broke away from the sword body and disappeared into the fog.

"Jian Gang!"

Feng Zhiping was overjoyed, and completely confirmed the true face of the filament, it was Yuan Li undoubtedly!

In less than a month, he went from the beginning to the Yuan stage, and it took the second brother three years to do it, if he said it, he would definitely be able to scare a group of people to death!

Joy Yuan Li, Feng Zhiping was about to study it carefully, the surrounding fog suddenly faded, and in just five breaths, there was nothing left on the ground, and he was stunned by the magical scene.

"I'll go, the young master just started to split the fog as soon as the internal force turned into yuan, if this becomes a quasi-congenital, then it's okay?"

He said a word of excitement, and looked around, he almost didn't cry, how similar the situation was to once upon a time.

"God, you're playing with me again, where is this!"