Night, the dark night descends on the land of Kyushu, the stars are all over the sky, and the night wind blows.

A little fire lit up in the barren night.

"Alas, Big Brother Tiger can only spend one night in this field today. Wang Jiuchen's somewhat annoyed voice sounded.

Hushanjun didn't speak, and sat down by the fire with Wang Jiuchen's support, the warm firelight baked him extremely comfortable, he twisted his body and leaned against the tree.

Wang Jiuchen didn't care, according to his thoughts, immortals are always a little temperamental, if they are approachable, are they still immortals?

Wang Jiuchen looked at Hushanjun who was meditating on the side with a smile, reached out and took out an apple from his arms, and took a bite hard.

At this time, Hushanjun had already entered the sea of consciousness, and his body had become translucent, which was in his consciousness. There was chaos all around him, and in the distance there was a seed glowing with white light, and twelve golden cards flew around him.

Hushanjun's mind moved, and twelve golden cards flew towards him, dancing back and forth around him, and he stretched out his translucent palm to control the movement of the twelve golden cards.

Slowly, the twelve golden cards flew slower and slower, and finally stopped beside him, a smile appeared on the corner of Hushanjun's mouth, and he was about to continue to control, when suddenly the twelve golden cards flew around again, and all of them flew back to the side of the power of the stone spirit.

Hushanjun sighed, looked at his hand helplessly, still can't it?

Since he woke up, he tried to summon the golden card countless times, but for some reason, it always fell short at the last minute.

If he could summon Jaco, the goddess of the forest, his injuries would have healed sooner, but it's a pity.

Hu Shanjun looked at the twelve golden cards a little depressed, he really couldn't figure it out, he was so obedient before, why can't he summon it now?

Hushanjun shook his head and withdrew from Zhihai, since he couldn't count on the golden card, he could only rely on himself for this injury.

He felt the cyclone in the dantian, and couldn't help but sigh again, not so much a cyclone, but a trace of breath.

Since that time, there has only been such a trace of spiritual power left in his body, and the damage caused to him by Shunfeng Ear is almost devastating......

These days, he can only rely on this trace of spiritual power to nourish the muscles and veins around his body and repair his body.

But it's not completely without benefits, he feels that his body is more refined, like a piece of iron, after countless beatings, this piece of iron will be more tenacious, he believes that as long as the body is repaired, his physical fitness will be better.

Hu Shanjun's conjecture was correct, the spiritual power of the Chaos Immortal Stone that he had just been born was still in his body, and as time passed, this pure spiritual power would slowly disappear.

But now it's different, although Shunfeng Ear shattered the bones of his body, but at the same time, it also smashed the chaotic spiritual power in his body into the veins around him, not only that, but also refined the miscellaneous spiritual power in his body, at this time, the trace of spiritual power in his body was many times purer than he didn't know before.

The so-called "not breaking" is exactly this principle, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

At this time, Hushan Jun had been using his spiritual power for several weeks, and wisps of white smoke rose from his head. Wang Jiuchen on the side looked at the novelty and looked at it with curiosity, and he was even more determined to think that Hushan Jun was an immortal.

He clenched his fists, his eyes were full of determination, he must not let go of this immortal who was picked up for nothing, he must let him teach me immortal arts, and I will also be an immortal!

I also have to work hard to cultivate, thinking of this, Wang Jiuchen quickly finished eating the apple in his hand, then threw it aside, wiped his hands on his body casually, and carefully took out a worn-out ancient book from his arms.

Sitting cross-legged like Hushan-kun, he glanced at the pattern on the book and slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, Hushanjun slowly opened his eyes, and it was a hard work to move his spiritual power around his body, especially for his current body. Hushanjun gasped slightly, and his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

He glanced at Wang Jiuchen on the side, and couldn't help but be a little funny, generally speaking, meditation is to cultivate qi in the body, but this person is good, pure sitting!

Hushan Jun can naturally sense the fluctuation of his breath, Wang Jiuchen does not have a trace of spiritual power in his body, and if he sits hard like this, it is impossible to have a trace of spiritual power even if he sits for a lifetime, let alone become an immortal.

Hu Shanjun patted Wang Jiuchen's shoulder with a wry smile, Wang Jiuchen opened his eyes violently, and looked at Hu Shanjun's resentful expression: "Hu Daxian, don't you know that you can't disturb others when they are practicing? If it weren't for my stable Dao heart, I would have gone mad just now!"

"You don't even have a sense of anger, what kind of fire is going to be a demon, if I don't slap you, you're afraid you're going to fall asleep!" Hushanjun waved his hand and said angrily.

"Qi sense, qi sense?" Wang Jiuchen muttered two sentences in a low voice, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "What is Qi Sense, Hu Daxian?"

Hushanjun is completely speechless, this guy doesn't even know what the sense of qi is, a serious meditation and immortal cultivation?

"I don't have any anger written in this book?" Wang Jiuchen took the ancient book and flipped through it to find it.

Hushan Jun stretched out his hand and took the book over, and looked at "An Immortal Cultivator's Self-Statement"! What the hell is this!

He looked at Wang Jiuchen with wide eyes and a look of disbelief: "You rely on this to cultivate immortals?"

Wang Jiuchen scratched his head a little embarrassed and laughed: "This ...... Legend has it that this book was written by an immortal cultivator before he became an immortal, and it is ...... Quite interesting......"

"Yes...... However, this is a novel! You are kidding me! And what the hell are these pictures!" Hushanjun was a little confused, how could anyone take a novel to cultivate immortals, it is really a big world, there are no surprises!

"Little ...... What I'm looking at is the exercises he practiced, the nine heavens and ten earths are the only ones I respect, this exercise is amazing, the heavens and the earth are omnipotent, although there are a few sporadic sentences in it, but since it is a peerless exercise, as long as I practice a few sentences, it shouldn't be too bad, those pictures are what he painted when he traveled to Kyushu, they are all some caves and blessed land!" Wang Jiuchen explained.

"Then you came to Tarzan because of the pictures in this book?"

"Hehe, it's not all, my home is near Lishui Town, so I'll stop by to have a look......"

"Oh! I see!" Hu Shanjun patted Wang Jiuchen on the shoulder with a serious face! You can be sure that the person in front of you must have something wrong with his head, so it's better not to mess with it!

"Hey...... The book of Tiger Tai Sin ......"

"Oh oh......! Give you back ......"

"If Tiger Daxian likes ......"

"No! No, don't be a gentleman, don't take people's favors! Take it!"