After saying this, Ma Zhenren gave the disciples a profound talk about his experience in breaking through the late stage of Qi training.

This move made the monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation scold in their hearts, especially those disciples who were about to build a foundation and want to go to the Earth Spirit Cave to take this strange risk, and they left angrily when they heard it. And the monks in the early and middle stages of Qi cultivation were overjoyed, and they couldn't wait for the kind old man in front of him to talk about it again, and a few more times!

Only Tian Qing's heart is the same as Spiegel, and today's lecture is obviously aimed at him. But he didn't dare to slack off at all, and he kept every word firmly in his heart.

After the lecture, Tian Qing received a message from Ma Zhenren, "Come to my cave to find me in three days and give you the pill"

Tian Qing was overjoyed in his heart, sure enough, Ma Zhenren was a man of words, if he didn't give himself this elixir, it would be more difficult to think of the late stage of qi cultivation with his qualifications than to ascend to the sky.

Back in the cave, Tian Qing carefully recalled the things about the Demon Dao that he had heard today. Tian Qing learned from some classics that the righteous demons had been fighting openly and secretly for many years, but these struggles were basically incompatible with their Qi cultivation disciples. Although there are also some tasks on the task list to kill Qi cultivation and evil cultivators, the only ones who really dare to do it are those fierce people with super strength.

Tian Qing sighed, what is the use of thinking about this, although he yearns for the immortal path and lives forever, but the righteous demon really reaches the level of immortality one day, and with his own cultivation, I am afraid that any demon disciple can destroy him.

Although he is now being cared for by Ma Zhenren, and even cultivating his cultivation to the late stage of Qi cultivation is a sure thing, but what if he really reached the late stage of Qi cultivation and helped Ma Zhenren practice the elixir? Without this layer of use value, he Tian Qing is one of the thousands of Qi cultivation disciples of the ordinary Qingyuan Concept. If Ma Zhenren succeeds in forming the pill, maybe he may really be grateful for the power he helped refine the pill; if Ma Zhenren fails to form the pill, I am afraid that this ignorant karmic fire will be sprinkled on himself in an instant, and when the time comes, let alone cultivate with peace of mind, it would be good to be able to save this little life, after all, although Ma Zhenren has a trace of family affection in Tian Qing's heart, Tian Qing can't see through the heart of this old man, and he can't understand what kind of heart he hides under his kind face.

The thick bitterness was reflected on the face of the eighteen-year-old boy Tian Qing. He didn't want to think about these things, but he couldn't help it, his father's parting sentence "Qing'er, you must be careful of these people, they won't give us silver for nothing!" will appear in Tian Qing's mind, so that Tian Qing has to seriously analyze the pros and cons of everything he has seen and heard on himself.

In this way, Tian Qing was like a stone Buddha, motionless, but his face was red for a while, and white for a while, obviously thinking fiercely in his heart.

"Hehe, isn't the root cause of all this because I'm too weak, how can my fate be controlled by others?" Tian Qing sneered and muttered.

"I want to become stronger!" Tian Qing suddenly jumped up, took out the strange blade from the storage bag, held it in his hand, like a soldier before charging into battle, and shouted loudly! Tian Qing's heart was stirring, and he had never had such a strong desire.

"Damn, you idiot, what's going on in the daytime!" came the voice of his neighbor Zhang Chuan scolding at the door, and he was startled by the roar as he passed by.

Zhang Chuan is also a disciple of the same entry as Tian Qing, Sanlinggen, who has already practiced qi at the sixth level, and is only one step away from the late stage of qi training, and Tian Qing is the best in cultivating in the middle of Cuizhu Peak together, but he is particularly jealous of Ma Zhenren's unusual concern for Tian Qing, and if he wants to get three points of that kind of love, wouldn't he be one of the best among the new disciples and be domineering?

Tian Qing realized his gaffe and hurriedly put away his hard-won pride. After all, it is better for only yourself to know about this kind of motivational thing.

Tian Qing sat back on the bed and gently stroked the strange blade with his hand.

Suddenly, something occurred to him. With a pat of the storage bag, a small funnel about an inch big appeared in Tian Qing's hand.

Tian Qing put the small funnel on the ground, and a palm thunder formed from his hand.

"I hope you won't be broken," Tian Qing said to the small funnel.

As soon as Tian Qing urged the aura, the palm thunder struck at the small funnel.

Sure enough, it was still so strange, the palm thunder was more than three feet away from the funnel, and it turned into a white light and was sucked into the funnel.

Tian Qing picked up the funnel from the ground, and the funnel was still as cold as ever, without any change. Tian Qing put the funnel back in its place again, and a palm thunder slashed over again.

The funnel still hasn't changed.

Another palm thunder.

The funnel still hasn't changed.

Another one. Still hasn't changed.

......

Tian Qing really doesn't believe in evil, since this thing has the ability to absorb the power of thunder and lightning, but after absorbing it, it is the same that makes it difficult for him to understand. How could the power of one's own thunder and lightning disappear out of thin air? There would still be residual heat in the place where the fire had burned, not to mention the huge energy contained in the thunder in one's palm, where did this energy go?

Next, Tian Qing, who did not believe in evil, slashed down one palm thunder after another. Without exception, the power of these thunderbolts was fully collected by the small funnel. After splitting more than a dozen palm thunders, Tian Qing gasped heavily, and the aura in his body had disappeared.

Tian Qing gritted his teeth and meditated on the stone bed to recover his spiritual power.

Two hours later, Tian Qingdantian was finally filled with aura,

Another round of thunder.

The funnel is still unresponsive.

Tian Qing did not give up, meditated and recovered, and it was another round of thunder.

A day and a night have passed, and Tian Qing doesn't know how many times he has split this small funnel.

Tian Qing's eyes were red and he looked at the big round mouth of the small funnel, as if he was laughing at him with his mouth wide open.

"It's the last time!If you pretend to be with Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu will treat you*&#¥@" Tian Qing said cruelly at the funnel.

"Click" Another palm thunder turned into white light and was inhaled into the funnel.

Tian Qing was extremely tired, and the spiritual power overdraft again and again made Tian Qing feel like 'the pain in the dantian all over his body'. He stared at the little thing on the ground in a daze.

When people are discouraged, there are always special surprises. Tian Qing was ready to give up.

Suddenly! The funnel reacted!

I saw that a few old words that Tian Qing couldn't understand suddenly appeared on the side wall of the funnel, and then the funnel turned in place, and a miniature silver-white torrent gushed out from the mouth of the funnel, and it was rushing towards the stone at the bottom of the cave, and the silver-white torrent lasted for a few breaths, and the old words resurfaced again, and the funnel returned to its original state again.

Tian Qing was overjoyed, and hurriedly squatted on the ground to observe the ground sprayed by the torrent.

The palm-sized stone on the ground was emitting a silvery white light at this moment, and the light continued to emanate into the air, Tian Qing's originally depleted dantian actually swelled up with spiritual power at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the source of this spiritual power was the palm-sized stone!

Obviously, that silver-white light was a thunder spiritual power visible to the naked eye! And this thunder spiritual power was extremely pure, without the slightest impurity, and this spiritual energy could only be reflected on the spirit stone.

"The stones on the ground have turned into spirit stones," Tian Qing was a little demented and said in a daze.

After saying this, Tian Qing was finally completely ecstatic, he jumped up like a child, and the 10,000 "rich" in his heart came out silently.

Tian Qing picked up the strange blade from the bed, this strange blade he had already identified, and he had no other ability except for being extremely sharp and sharpening iron like clay. But it can be used at this moment! Tian Qing plunged the strange blade into the ground and dug out the stone.

The stone was probably slightly larger than a fist and emitted a silvery-white glow.

Tian Qing almost couldn't put it down and held this stone in his hand, and that trace of thunder spiritual power did not shy away from drilling into Tian Qing's body.

After playing with it for a long time, Tian Qing gradually discovered that something was wrong, this time, the aura in this stone actually emitted as much as thirty percent of it.

"No, the spirit stone doesn't exude its own aura," Tian Qing's face was strange.

Tian Qing then stared at the stone, his eyes motionless.

Until an hour later, Tian Qing looked at the stone in his hand stupidly.

The extremely abundant thunder aura in the stone was exhausted, and this black and swarthy stone was an ordinary stone again, in Tian Qing's hands, he could only fight a chicken, and he could only fight a bird.

Tian Qing was extremely disappointed in his heart, he originally wanted to make a fortune, but the cooked duck flew by himself?

"It must be the wrong stone!" Tian Qing thought in his heart. Then, regardless of his tired body, he rushed towards the Scripture Pavilion.