The intensity of the aura in the room of the disciple hall, Chang'an has a deep understanding, those disciples who do not have pills, almost all of them are in retreat and cultivation in the disciple hall, although it is not as strong as the aura of the identity of the disciple, but at least it is much stronger than the outside, under the breath, the aura swallowed in one mouthful is worth ten mouthfuls outside. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thinking of this, Chang An took out the storage bag containing the Qingluo Dan and the Shenhui Pill and put them at his feet, and then took out a jade bottle full of toxins, as well as a hundred spirit stones and placed them all around his body, and began the first retreat.

Chang'an, who had been practicing in retreat in the disciple's hall for a year, suddenly opened his eyes, his bright eyes were like black gems, and under the light of the aura beam, a trace of divine energy flashed, and he raised his head and spit out a breath of turbidity, and then walked down the platform, carrying a fan sword on his back, and jumped and fell prone frantically.

"Four hundred and seventy... Four hundred and ninety... Five hundred..."

Chang'an, who was panting and breathing heavily, untied the blood vine, knelt on the ground with convulsions, touched the forehead of the little face that was sweating like rain, untied the sweat-soaked clothes and was still on the ground, staggered to the platform, and inhaled the atmosphere.

After a few breaths, without wasting a moment, Chang'an bit the index finger of his left hand, stretched it into the jade bottle containing the toxin, closed his eyes slightly, controlled his breathing, condensed his mind and vomited, and condensed the sacrificial spirit to extinguish the poison seal.

In a year's time, he spent most of his time on cultivation, and when he was bored and irritable, he would carry a fan sword on his back to exercise the strength of his body, and his thin body also became strong and strong in this year's exercise.

The Poison Seal of the Soul Annihilation Finger also broke through two hundred, reaching two hundred and thirty Dao, but the cultivation in the future became extremely slow, and Niuniu's toxin completely lost the effect of the condensation of the poison mark in the last few months of the year, but fortunately, the toxin was able to suppress the backlash of the Soul Destroying Finger, which made Chang'an feel a lot more relieved, but for enhancing the power of the Soul Annihilation Finger, he was only disappointed.

Water swordsmanship, sleepy nails, witch lotus shengjin, and Na Lingshu, in this year's drills, progress is flying fast, especially Na Lingshu, with a fan sword weighing five hundred catties as an auxiliary item, it has reached an amazing point, Chang'an has a very strong feeling, if Na Lingshu continues to practice proficiently, and even in the end, you can move your heart at will without the need for a mantra magic seal, and you can directly perform it.

The only thing that made Chang'an puzzled and very distressed was his cultivation.

After just three months of retreat and cultivation, he suddenly felt the magical realm barrier, this barrier is the most familiar to the monks, it is the realm barrier, breaking through this time can naturally break through to the existence of the tenth layer of the spirit gathering, but in this barrier, there is a strange force, always at the critical moment when Chang'an breaks through the tenth layer of the spirit gathering, it suddenly appears, causing the spirit thought that Chang'an has finally condensed to shatter and fail.

During this period, Chang An had left the room many times to communicate with Xiao Qi, but Xiao Qi spent half a year to break through the second dilemma of the three spirit gathering predicament from the seventh layer of the gathering spirit, and directly reached the level of the tenth layer of the gathering spirit, which made Chang An shocked, and suddenly had strong doubts about the potential of his self-confidence for the first time.

And when Xiao Qi broke through, he did have the feeling of Chang'an, but this feeling only lasted for two months before he broke through under the impact of a Qingluo Dan, and Chang'an was hindered by the Three Spirits Dilemma for a year and a half when he counted the time before the retreat, not to mention a Qing Luodan, during which he ate no less than fifty Qingluo Dan and five Shenhui Pills, and there was no sign of any breakthrough.

And the situation of the others is similar to Xiao Qi's, but no one has been more than half a year, even the disciple with the worst potential has only been trapped for seven months before he successfully broke through, looking at the people who have caught up with him one by one, or even surpassed him, Chang'an's heart is full of grains, and his heart aches.

Until a month ago, this situation suddenly disappeared, shocked, ecstatic Chang'an hurriedly meditated, after swallowing a Shenhui Dan, immediately broke through the tenth layer of the spirit gathering, but what surprised him was that the obstructive force of the three spirit predicament was gone, and the realm barrier was gone, but there was no breakthrough, as if someone else's spiritual sea was a small sea, and his spiritual sea was the sea, although the spiritual power was constantly getting stronger, but the realm was still staying in the ninth layer of the spirit gathering.

Even after the breakthrough of the Three Spirits dilemma, the heat flow of transforming the body, as well as the overflow of dirt in the body, appeared, but the realm was still in the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirits, and he thought hard for a long time, and he couldn't throw it away, I don't know if it was for the sake of face, or for fear of being ridiculed by others, since then, he has almost never been out of the room, cultivating frantically, and has not wasted a single bit of time.

Chang'an, who was on the platform where he was cross-legged, withdrew his fingers that were soaked in the toxin jade bottle, and under the slight movement of his spiritual power, a majestic breath suddenly spread out of his body, and the wound that was bitten by him was frantically healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, this speed was many times stronger than the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirit, but the realm of Chang'an was still the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirit.

With a resolute look on his face, Chang'an suppressed the strange feeling that emerged in his heart, gritted his teeth stubbornly, and continued to cultivate.

Time is like an arrow, a snap of a finger, the second year, the third year, the fourth year, quietly, unconsciously silent and fleeting, listening to the call that suddenly came into the ears, Chang'an's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then opened his eyes and smiled bitterly.

For four years, the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirit was still stagnant at the ninth layer without any changes, but the spiritual power in his spiritual sea was strangely increasing, without a trace of stopping.

The young man has become a young man with a resolute face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the immature color in his eyes has been replaced by a dark and sharp edge, and the black fine hair under the shawl is automatic without wind, and has a sense of freedom and ease.

Looking at the spirit stones scattered around the powder, as well as the empty Dan bottle, Chang'an patted the storage bag, took it away in an instant, got up and walked down the platform, summoned the adult clothes prepared four years ago and put them on, walked to the door, and with a slight movement of his heart, the stone door opened with a bang, and then a young man with a somewhat familiar outline appeared in his eyes.

This young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a handsome face with a smile, a pale green complexion, wearing a blue coat, and his eyes full of surprise repeatedly looked at the extraordinary Chang'an, the slender body, with the long hair like willow, made Chang'an stunned for a while, revealing an incredible look.

"Little Seven ?..."

"Chang'an...!"

Hearing that Xiao Qi was slightly mature, but still had a familiar tone, Chang An took a sharp breath, rubbed his eyes, and said in astonishment: "I almost can't recognize you when you are handsome... The sapling on his head turned into a dense willow, and his hands and feet were exactly like a man..."

Xiao Qi smiled proudly, looked at the appearance of Chang'an now, and also admired: "Aren't you the same, you are magnificent, handsome and extraordinary, you look like a genius, the elders are calling us, and we will catch up on the old days, and the four-year retreat is finally over, but it suffocates me to death..."

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