Before Su Chengcheng sent the clothes, Liancheng couldn't go out, but time couldn't be wasted.

Lian Cheng's face was thoughtful, as if he was remembering something.

Then Liancheng sat upright, stretched out his hands with a serious face, and then moved each joint slowly and delicately, as if preparing for an extremely important event.

If it is a point of abundance, this is a pair of extremely beautiful hands, ten fingers are slender, and the joints are distinct, but in an instant, the ten fingers that were originally clearly visible suddenly blurred, replaced by a shadow of fingers.

This finger shadow is not chaotic, it seems to contain some kind of law in the dark, and there is a strange beauty, giving people the feeling that it is not a finger, but more like countless evil spirits, dancing a strange dance, involving people's minds.

At the same time, Liancheng's mouth is full of thoughts, and the words are fast and slow, not very clear, but there is a peculiar rhythm, which complements the finger dance with a kind of beauty.

About three minutes passed...

"Fire Bomb!"

Lian Cheng shouted these three words in a low voice, and then his face turned pale, but in an instant, he was replaced by a uniform red light.

In the depths of Liancheng's eyes, in addition to joy, there was also a fireball that was held against the tip of his index finger.

A surging heat took Liancheng's fingertips as the origin, and exploded violently, instantly spreading to every corner of the room, and the temperature of the room rose suddenly.

The fireball that emitted a strong heat jerked away from his fingertips, and it was clear from the series of straight phantoms in the air that the fireball was actually aimed at Liancheng's abdomen.

There was no expected scene of the fusion of fire and flesh, the fireball seemed to disappear, and the outside world returned to calm, as if the scene just happened was just an illusion, but the residual heat in the air showed that all this was real.

With a smile on his face, Lian Cheng probed the tentacles of his divine consciousness into the corpse, only to see that inside, a red seed was suspended, and there was a pattern of a fireball on it.

"Although there is still a long way to go to fruition, the seeds have been planted!"

Liancheng thought.

......

The practice of spells is also divided into realms.

The minimum level of a spell is the minimum time it takes to complete the spell.

For example, the Fire Bullet Technique in this low-level spell requires five hundred and ninety-eight finger formulas and one hundred and sixty-five mantras to be completed within a hundred breaths.

This hundred breaths is the lowest realm of fire bomb art.

The reason why it should be completed within the specified time is to maintain the connection between the front and back fingers and formulas, and only by linking the front and back can the spell be triggered.

The so-called magic is actually the use of the law, and the law of heaven and earth is broad and profound, even if it is a corner, it is not something that a low-level monk can comprehend.

Those who comprehend the law formulatize the use of the law, and only then do they form spells that are cast with fingers and formulas.

The higher the level of the spell, the more complex the fingers and formulas become.

One breath, that is, the time for an average person to breathe in and out, is about three seconds, and one hundred breaths is five minutes.

Liancheng was able to perform a fire bomb technique in three minutes when he was just breathing, which was unthinkable in his previous life, because Liancheng failed 10,000 times before successfully casting the fire bomb technique.

The time required not only to cast the fire bomb technique is to be strong, but also to be very proficient.

However, if the result of the fire bomb technique is formed, as long as one thought, a fire bullet can be issued, that is, the realm of the law is recited.

As the results of the spell increase, the more fire bullets will be emitted from a single thought, such as one thought of ten methods, one thought of a hundred methods, and one thought of a thousand methods.

If you want the spell to blossom and bear fruit, you have to keep practicing spells and condensing spells to nourish the spells.

In the previous life, Liancheng's only spell to condense into a magic fruit is the fire bomb technique, if Liancheng only practiced by himself, he had to condense the fire bomb technique at least a million times, fortunately, there was a fire bomb spell printed and sold in Wanbao Xing, otherwise Liancheng condensed his first spell into his own I don't know what year Ma Yue.

......

After casting the fire bomb, Liancheng smiled bitterly, because the meager spiritual power in his spiritual body was not lost at this moment.

With the spiritual root qualification that is not even in the city, in the previous life, he could not feel the aura of heaven and earth in the sect of Hehuan Sect, let alone the mortal world where the aura was thin and almost invisible.

There are generally two ways for monks to increase their spiritual power or restore their spiritual power when they cultivate, one is to sense heaven and earth, and the other is to rely on external objects.

The best of these external things are the pill spirit stones and other things, and the worst is the five grains that are eaten daily.

"Why don't you go eat a cow today?"

Liancheng thought very seriously about the feasibility of this idea.

"I believe that I am who I am, I believe in tomorrow, and I believe that youth has no horizon......"

The call bell rang, and Liancheng's heart suddenly moved.

Sure enough, it's Su Fairy!

"Liancheng, where did you go last night?"

As soon as Liancheng turned on the answer button, a serious and calm-sounding questioning voice came from the other end of the phone.

Su Qingcheng's voice was soft and glutinous, with a reverie moan.

Su Chengcheng's coquettish reputation, her voice can be said to be indispensable.

Many people think that Su Tingcheng is pretending to have this kind of timbre, if Liancheng didn't know Su Tingcheng's true identity, he would also be one of these people.

It can be said that Su Tingcheng's voice has caused her a lot of inconvenience since she was a child.

In Liancheng's memory, when he was a child, Su Qingcheng had a serious little face, and said in a soft and glutinous voice: "I must be a world taekwondo champion in the future." Then the laughter of the older children ensued.

Su Tingcheng also noticed the problem of his voice, and once deliberately suppressed his voice, but the effect was the opposite, because the reverie moan turned into a suppressed moan.

She tried something else, such as slowing down her speech, which had a very good effect.

But at this moment, the voice coming from the other end of Liancheng's mobile phone was even faster than her normal.

Obviously, Su Chengcheng's heart is far from what it appears on the surface.

Listening to the concern contained in Su Tingcheng's speed, Liancheng's heart suddenly warmed.

Since he entered the Hehuan Sect, he has been busy, being ridiculed by meanness at low times, and being hypocritically sought after when he is proud, even if the rare warmth during the period is fleeting for various reasons.

Warmth was a very distant word for him, but in this life, it was only the next day, and it appeared in his life.

......

"Liancheng, are you alright?"

Seeing that Liancheng never responded, the other end of the phone could no longer maintain his disguise, and the anxiety in his tone far exceeded the counselor's concern for the students under him.

"I'm fine. Liancheng responded.

On the other side of the subordinate, Lian Cheng heard a soft exhalation, and then there was a loud roar: "Then where did you go last night? You didn't ask for leave? What should you do if something happens to you? You are already twenty-two years old, why don't you know that you are responsible for yourself......

If it was in his previous life, Liancheng would definitely put the mobile phone twenty centimeters away from his ears, and then answer it after Su Qingcheng finished venting.

But in this life, listening to every word Su Chengcheng said, even Cheng felt that it was a pleasure.

Liancheng seemed to see a cat, bluffing his teeth and claws towards him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a trace of arc.