Haotian and Qingyu, under the leadership of Senior Sister Ru Mei, came to the exercise room, which was very large, with more than a dozen long bookshelves lined up. Senior Sister Ru Mei pointed to the bookshelf and introduced to Haotian:

"In front of each bookshelf, there is a sign with many types of exercises written on it. You can go over and take a look yourself, the average disciple only has an hour of time, today Senior Sister is in a good mood, I will give you half an hour to choose the time. Haotian and Qingyu separated, each looking for a suitable exercise for themselves. Haotian came to the bookshelf of the knife technique class and saw a dazzling array of various internal knife techniques. Introduction to the Demon Slaying Knife Method: In the initial stage of cultivation, you can break stones and cut iron, and in the consummation stage, you can break stones and cut steel, and kill low-level demon beasts. The attack range, within ten meters of the caster, has great lethality, and is suitable for the cultivation of red-clothed disciples. Silver Moon Sword Technique: In the initial stage of cultivation, it is like the wind following the shadow, and it generally requires steps to be used, and it is difficult for the enemy to catch it. The lethality is not large, and it is suitable for the cultivation of red-clothed disciples

Haotian looked at it, but he didn't see any better exercises, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "It's still broken stone and cut steel, what kind of bullshit low-level demon beasts, Lao Tzu's middle-level giant wolves were all killed by Lao Tzu." "No matter how good the knife technique is, it is not as good as my own "Weeping God Slash". Haotian wandered around casually, until he saw a book called "Primary Flame Absorption Technique" on the bookshelf of the spell class: "You only need to suck the ordinary flame into the dantian refining before you can use it, attacking the wood and poisonous demon beasts, causing great lethality." The red-clothed disciple adapted to cultivation. Well, this is it, Haotian reached out to take it, and his hand just reached into the bookshelf. Surrounded by a layer of milky white enchantment, the vibrating hand was numb. At this time, two lines of big characters appeared on the milky white enchantment: To take this kind of exercise, you need to put the disciple token on the enchantment to dissolve it. Haotian opened his eyes wide, pointed to the enchantment, and said sternly: "Do you think I look like a thief?" Ahh Reaching out with his left hand to remove the book, his nostrils were against the bookshelf, and he snorted!

When he came to the front desk, he saw Qingyu and Senior Sister Ru Mei chatting with laughter, Haotian walked over and said humorously: "What are you talking about, the two of you, a girl like a flower and jade." Qingyu looked at Haotian with a hippie smile and said viciously: "Come out, I thought you died inside, and I was planning to collect your body." ”

Haotian laughed and said, "I'm going to die, are you willing to do it?" Qingyu waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, don't mess with you, let's go, I've already paid you a contribution point." When Haotian saw Qingyu, his hands were empty, and he couldn't help asking, "Didn't you choose the exercises?" Qing Yuran patted the Qiankun bag on his waist and sneered: "In the storage bag, let's go!" said and walked to Haotian's side and held Haotian's arm.

In this way, the two of them came to a small fried shop and ate something. The two of them were on the corner of the street, Haotian looked at Qingyu seriously and said, "Thank you, see you tomorrow!" Without saying anything, he turned around and left. Qingyu, who occupied the side of the street in a daze, looked at Haotian's departing back with affection, and smiled: "It's a pity, I can't be with you." ”

Haotian returned to his nest, and Haotian knew in his heart that Qingyu did not buy exercises. Maybe she bought her own book, maybe she saved up for half a year's contribution points. At this moment, Haotian already regarded her as the closest person besides Xin'er.

Open the "Primary Flame Absorption Technique", there are not too many sentences on it, only it is written: The first step, prepare ordinary flames, and you must have enough aura in the sea of qi. The second step is to pour the aura in the sea of qi into the left hand or right hand, and use the aura as a response to wrap the flame with the aura. Inhale quickly or the flame will go away. The caster has a flexible brain, hands and feet than a user. The third step is to compress the flames in the sea of gas into fire essence.

Haotian was ready, many candles, pouring the spiritual energy in the sea of qi into his right hand, and Haotian's palm stretched out to the flames. I only felt that my palm was so hot, I gritted my teeth, and a spiritual bubble appeared in the palm of my hand, wrapping the spiritual energy in the flames. Who knew that the flames in the spirit bubble disappeared in an instant. Haotian withdrew his hand and looked at the big blister in his palm, vomited blood in a depressed manner, and after breaking the blister in his palm, he continued to start

Reach, burn, gnash your teeth, bubble, disappear.

Reach, burn, gnash your teeth, bubble, disappear.

Reaching out, scalding, gnashing teeth, bubbling, disappearing—almost

Reaching out, scalding, gnashing teeth, bubbling, disappearing—almost

It worked

Haotian was in a cold sweat on his forehead, his lips were white and chapped, and his right hand was a little sore. Looking at the palm dripping with blood, blackened and fragrant with meat, I only knew that my palm was very painful, and I didn't know how many times I had failed. Chapped lips muttered, "It's the last step." Haotian closed his eyes and looked inward into the sea of qi, above the sea of qi, there were two football-sized balls, milky white, constantly glowing with white light, like the existence of the moon. Reflected on the surface of the sea. A few small whirlpools, spinning and spinning. A small flame kept floating in the air. At this time, Haotian controlled the aura under the water, and several small whirlpools spit out a few, like satin-like spiritual power, wrapped in small flames. After a while, the satin-like spiritual power released the small flame, and Hao Tian looked at the place of the small flame, and scolded: "Your uncle, it won't be like this, there will be no more." At this time, Haotian saw carefully that there was still a small trace of starlight, flickering, only as small as a pinhole.

Haotian in reality opened his eyes, frowned and looked at the last sentence of "Primary Flame Absorption Technique": It is necessary to introduce a large amount of flame to refine it into a fire essence and summon a fire essence to form an attack power. Attacking the huge inside, the red-clothed disciple used it cautiously. Haotian lay on the bed and thought that tomorrow would be the beginning of a new one, and he must not disappoint those who are good to him.

Haotian looked out the window, it was not dark yet, he walked alone to the ferry street and bought a quilt and some daily necessities. There wasn't much purple gold left in the Qiankun bag {also known as the storage bag}, and Haotian returned to his nest.

Speechless all night

January 17, 3687 was cloudy and rainy

The branches that have long since fallen dry leaves, under the white curtain of a cloudy day, stretch in a daze, bare, dull, monotonous, but very tasteful. Like a simple oil painting. After a long time, people have the illusion of a moment - as if they see the branches stretched out in the air, like a knife meal, cutting the world into pieces, sparsely hitting the ground, and stepping on it seems to have a sound. When I came back to my senses, the world was still the same. The patchwork is seamless. Haotian held an umbrella and walked in this long-lost rain, and the rain seemed to be dripping in Haotian's heart. People generally don't like rainy days, maybe this is the uniqueness of Haotian.

The rain melts the smoke on the ground, filling the spring with the fragrance of flowers. The sky is like a wind and birds returning to their nests, and hundreds of people go home and cry for a long time. - Homecoming