Lan Xingjun had just come back from outside, and there were quite a few magnetic beasts brought by the moderate gravitational flow this time, but most of them were beginner-level magnetic beasts, that is, first- to third-level, middle-level magnetic beasts were rare, and there were at most two or three fourth-level magnetic beasts in a hundred. The points obtained from killing Magnets correspond to the level of Magnets as follows:

There are five points for the first-level magnetic beast, ten for the second-level, and fifteen for the third-level Magnetic Beast. When it reaches level four or above, it becomes a middle-level magnetic beast, and levels four, five, and six correspond to thirty, thirty-five, and forty points respectively. And the high-level magnetic beasts above level 7 have the corresponding points of sixty, eighty, and one hundred respectively.

Level 10, 11, and 12 super magnets have not appeared for many years, and the amount of points is not recorded. But once it appears, it will cause the monks to suffer heavy losses every time, and it will be a great disaster.

Lan Xingjun now has more than 700 points, and if he is according to the standards of the trial in previous years, he can already advance to the third level, but this year he doesn't know what went wrong, and he actually asked for 1,000 points to advance, which is also one of the important reasons why most of the strong people stay in the second level.

He didn't go far this time, just guarded around the waterfall, afraid that some magnetic beasts would rush in and hurt Qiao Guang while he wasn't paying attention, and he just killed a few magnetic beasts and got more than 20 points.

The gray-faced Lan Xingjun carried a knife on his shoulder and walked in with a swagger, and the moment he came in, he felt a little wrong, frowned, and sniffed around with his nose like a dog.

"Why is there a strange smell?Burnt smell?" Lan Xingjun was puzzled, and suddenly saw Qiao Guang leaning against the wall of the iron pot unconscious, he shouted, dropped the knife and rushed over.

"I'll go, boy, you won't be scorched, right!" Lan Xingjun hurriedly rushed up, intending to help Qiao Guang up, and after approaching, he was about to stretch out his hand, when he suddenly stopped, as if he was frozen.

The water in the pot was still clear before leaving, how can it be ...... now? Such a turbid tank of water is a solid-liquid mixture between liquid and solid.

Lan Xingjun pinched his nose tightly, looked disgusted, and said in a nasal voice: "I'll it, boy, you haven't taken a bath for a long time!

He didn't know what to do, if he picked it up, it would be too dirty, and if he didn't help it, he was afraid that Qiao Guangzhen would be cooked, then he was the first sinner, after all, he added the most prosperous fire......

Lan Xingjun wanted to cry without tears, kicked the firewood under the pot three times and divided two by two, with a look of lovelessness, and slowly stretched out his wolf paws to Qiao Guang.

Qiao Guang faintly heard someone outside shouting his name in a confused state, as if Lan Xingjun's bastard had returned. He opened his eyes in a daze, gently rubbed his eyes with his hands, and the vision gradually became clear, so he saw Lan Xingjun grabbing him in a magical posture and at a very strange angle.

And his expression was so ecstatic.

Qiao Guang shouted: "I'll rub, rascal! I treat you as a brother, do you want to fuck me?" Qiao Guang jumped up from the iron pot, turned around three hundred and sixty-five degrees in the air, and instantly put on his clothes, and then flew towards Lan Xingjun.

Lan Xingjun was stunned, he woke up, it's so good that you don't need Lao Tzu to help you up, who knew that he was suddenly kicked out by a head-on kick.

Qiao Guang stepped on the ground, as powerful as Huang Feihong's Foshan Shadowless Feet, he pointed at Lan Xingjun and scolded: "Beast, what do you want to do!"

Lan Xingjun covered his kicked face, his eyes were full of tears, and he shed tears of grievance: "People just want to help you up, why is the son so ruthless!"

"I believe you're a ghost, you bad old man!"

The corners of Qiao Guang's mouth twitched, and he said, "Also, talk well." ”

"Chirp~"

“......”

Lan Xingjun laughed and got up, just now Qiao Guang's foot didn't kick him in any important parts, but just the internal force released him and ejected him, like a soft big balloon.

Lan Xingjun smiled: "I find it really refreshing to be disgusting to others like this." ”

"Yes, don't be a big official~" Qiao Guang squinted, ripped off a bit of clothing on his left shoulder, and said coquettishly.

“...... Okay, I was wrong, let's talk well. Lan Xingjun's stomach was tumbling, and the things that came out of the acid reflux were about to surge up. He spat and swallowed.

When Lan Xingjun saw Qiao Guang's relaxed and refreshing appearance, he knew that he must have gained a lot of benefits, and his whole temperament had changed a little, and he seemed to be more restrained than before. Of course, Lan Xingjun knows that this is only a superficial phenomenon, since elementary school, teachers have often taught us not to be confused by the superficial phenomena of things, the wolf is a wolf after all, not only three points more than the ruthless.

"Are you, broken the rank?" Lan Xingjun asked in surprise.

Qiao Guang smiled: "Well, yes, it's a blessing in disguise." He silently thought in his heart, not only did he break the ranks, but he also got a great opportunity! A self-sufficient aura circulation ecosystem. Ling'er told him that this situation is very rare, especially during the Qi cultivation period, there is no clear record of this kind of experience, and the vast Tiangong Treasury cannot find a clear record, according to the records of the historical data, the first person to appear in this situation is a suspected monk in the foundation building period, but there is no record of what happened to that person.

Later generations of monks named this constitution as the True Spirit Body.

Lan Xingjun sighed a few times and said, "Then now that I beat you, I finally don't bully the small, and the problem of looking at your appearance should be solved with aura, right?" ”

Qiao Guang pretended to be shy: "No, there are still many problems that have not been solved." ”

“...... If you are disgusting, I will kill you. Lan Xingjun said angrily, why didn't God accept him for this kind of demon.

Qiao Guang said lightly: "Don't fight, use your brains more, you have to degenerate if you don't use it for so long." ”

"No, I just want to hit you. ”

"No, I can't. ”

"Come on, come on, let's do it. ”

"If I say no, I can't. ”

......

Lan Xingjun begged hard, but still couldn't get Qiao Guang's consent, so he couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Do you know what the overlord is best at?"

Qiao Guang asked curiously, "What is it?"

"There is an old saying that the overlord is the bow!" After finishing speaking, Lan Xingjun immediately stepped into a fist!

"I'll rub, you're really!" Qiao Guang had no choice but to resist, and he couldn't stand as a live target for others, so Lan Xingjun successfully gave the overlord a hard bow.

Ling'er suddenly transmitted: "It's okay, a fight with him is just enough to stabilize your heaven-level cultivation, in addition, I will now pass on your heaven-level martial arts soul hook mantra, and you can master it while fighting with him." ”

Qiao Guang's eyes lit up, this is not bad, and said, "Okay." ”

Qiao Guang stepped forward and re-fought with Lan Xingjun, and the two of them slowly moved out from the inside of the stone cave while fighting each other, and every punch was real, not merciless at all.

Lan Xingjun became more and more excited, and the punching speed became faster and faster, his punching was a dragon boxing with a number of inheritances, unlike Qiao Guang's fighting skills, the blood and neutrality of the dragon boxing were full of energy, and it was a burning boxing method, the stronger the enemy was, the stronger I was, and one punch broke ten thousand laws.

Qiao Guang had unconsciously carried dozens of punches from Lan Xingjun, and each punch seemed to be helping him temper his body and make the Heavenly Rank cultivation a solid one.

Ling'er's voice came again: "The soul hook hand is a divine sense attack, the strength of the divine consciousness is at least above the heavenly level, it is an auxiliary martial art, the attack effect is okay to bully the weak, but the damage is not high for the same level or high-level monks, mainly to interfere." ”

"The Soul Hook can stun enemies, up to three breaths without the action of external forces!"