"Ye'er, that kid's success rate in attacking the Qi Refining Period this time is not low, and the patriarch is very useless for us to talk about it. "Elder Fang is calculating, and he has been crawling in the crowd for decades, and he knows the thoughts of everyone in the clan well.

"But father, that dialect child has offended him so badly, it's hard to guarantee that he won't settle the autumn account later, he was a monk at that time, and the child didn't have the slightest power to parry, and who can guarantee that he won't secretly do it?" Fang Ye was already afraid of Fang Yan, and now he heard that Fang Yan was about to advance, and he was even more worried.

"Well, it's important to be guarded. In fact, it's still on you at all, Ye'er, if you also advanced Qi refining, why be afraid. You, you just don't have to work. "This son of mine is smart and energetic, and he is also a changeable person, but he is too floating, unwilling to work hard and cultivate, or he loves him too much, this time let him be taught a lesson, I hope he can be more diligent in the future.

After thinking about it, Fang Yuan said again: "That's it, for my father and an elder of the Golden Sword Sect, I have helped him a lot before, I can't say that this time I want to give up my old face and ask him to recruit you to get started, but with your cultivation, you can only be an outer disciple first, or even a servant disciple." But I'll ask him to take care of you, so that you won't be wronged too much, but it's impossible to be like home. Ye'er, you?"

Fang Ye thought about it for a long time, and nodded helplessly, for today's matter had to be like this.

Contrary to Fang Ye's depression, Fang Yan was happy and full of confidence at this time. Before leaving Wenchang Pavilion, the clan uncle I saw in the exercise room last time, I don't know where he got his interest, and specially explained several keys when rushing to the level for the dialect, which was simple and very organized, not at all like sleeping and eating and waiting for death every day. In the end, this clan uncle's cultivation is higher than Fang Tong, and the advanced time is also longer, and his opinions are naturally different, listening to his explanation, the dialect has a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

After thanking the clan uncle, Fang Yan returned to his residence to experience it carefully, and carefully turned over his experience, and he had to cultivate nervously every day, striving to touch that barrier as soon as possible.

A few days later, Fang Yan overheard that Fang Ye had entered the Golden Sword Sect and was still a servant disciple, so he smiled, and said in his heart that he was really fast.

The dialect has begun to practice boring and crazy cultivation in outsiders again, and this time it is even crazier. In the past, the cultivation was still according to the work and rest time, but now it is day and night, and the excitement is everywhere, and the cultivation does not stop for more than ten hours, so that those maids and women cannot sleep peacefully.

For two months in a row, the dialect didn't leave the house, and outsiders didn't know what he was doing, and many people were stretching their necks waiting for the news of his advancement. If he succeeds, he will be the youngest of the advanced monks in these years, and he will have a great future.

But after so long, there was no movement at all, but everyone in the Fang family was more concerned, and even a little more anxious than Fang Yan. During this time, some people in the Fang family would talk about the advancement of dialects from time to time, which became the main topic of conversation after dinner.

Fang Yan was also a little anxious at the moment, because the spirit stones were about to run out, and the spirit gathering array was too consuming spirit stones, and there were only less than fifty spirit stones left in two months, and it couldn't last for half a month, but at this moment, Fang Yan still couldn't clearly sense the barrier. The formless barrier is like the aura that is full of all around, knowing that it is here, it just can't be introduced into the body, and it can be eaten.

Fang Tong was also in a state of confusion, more than two months had passed, and it was not enough to rush through the level after accumulating so much aura, it would generally only take a month to rush through before. But it's not like it at all, he is much faster than when he was young, he has a spiritual root, and he has a spiritual root, and if he wants to speak a dialect at such a speed, he doesn't have a spiritual root, and he can't believe it.

Suddenly remembering the matter of the spirit stone, Fang Tong went to the dialect again, and wanted to comfort a few words, who knew the sentence "Don't worry about the spirit stone is gone, borrow it again for my father." It made Fang Yan's heart even more uncomfortable. That's right, Fang Tong really borrowed a lot of spirit stones for his rush this time, if he didn't advance for a long time, he was afraid that even if he succeeded in advancing in the future, his father would be in debt. And begging his father to tell his grandmother to borrow a spirit stone like this, so that Fang Yanqin's back was a little crooked, his heart was sour for no reason, his eyes were red, and tears almost fell.

"We can't wait any longer, if it's still like this in a few days, we will have to force ourselves to rush through the customs, and whether we succeed or not will do it in one fell swoop. Fang Yan secretly made up his mind in his heart to draw spiritual energy into his body in a few days, even if he risked dying from exploding.

It's another three days of crazy cultivation, and that kind of mysterious and mysterious induction only seems to have increased a little bit, but the three days of dialect are like years. even once felt that he was like a death row prisoner lying on the execution ground, waiting with great anticipation for the ghost head knife that was raised high on his head and did not fall for a long time.

"No matter, let's start, let God decide my life and death. ”

Fang Yan took out the silver futon and put it in the eye of the Gathering Spirit Array, and replaced the hexagonal array plate with a new spirit stone, Fang Yan sat on the silver futon ruthlessly, and took out the vial containing the Gathering Spirit Pill. Just when Fang Yan was running the Xingyi Fist Exercises, ready to start guiding the spiritual energy to rush through the level, a small trace of spiritual energy suddenly entered the body on the futon under him.

This trace of aura is not controlled by dialects, running around, dialects fighting fate to turn into the fist of the rush of the pass, and try their best to guide into their own meridians. It took a long time to make a trace of poor aura enter the meridians of the dialect, and it slowly ran in Zhou Tian with the practice route of rushing through the customs and deciding.

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had a successful start. An off-white internal force, pushing a faint trace of light blue aura, slowly flowed in the meridians of the dialect, and after a week, it finally arrived safely in the dantian of the dialect. Fang Yan was about to press the trace of spiritual power into the dantian according to the method of the method, when suddenly the small blue ball the size of a grain of rice rolled up in the dantian sucked it and ate the trace of spiritual energy.

Then, the little blue ball suddenly lit up and rotated in the dantian of the dialect, driving the meridians around the dialect to run faster and faster. Fang Yan was taken aback by this sudden thing, and the internal force of his whole body was not under his control, and it ran quickly in the meridians on its own, and it was getting faster and faster.

"Oh no, what's going on, it's completely out of control. Fang Yan was sweating profusely. The impact refining period is the most important step by step, slowly refining the aura, and finally when forming a large spiritual force, under the influence of the internal force to impact the barrier, after the impact is successful, the internal force begins to transform into spiritual power, and finally all the aura is gathered in the dantian, and it runs freely, which can be regarded as the completion of merit.

But now that he is doing this kind of work, there is a great tendency to forcibly devour a large amount of spiritual power, and it is too late to refine it, and the meridians can't stand it. If it goes on like this, the consequences will either explode and die, or the meridians will burst, which is even more serious than that Fang Ye at the beginning, and it is not much worse than death.

The blue ball in the dialect dantian turned faster and faster, driving the meridians of the dialect to run rapidly, and the surrounding spiritual power began to enter the dialect's body one by one, which was even better than the effect of eating the Gathering Spirit Pill. But Fang Yan was not happy at all at the moment, but desperately suppressed the speed of the internal force, hoping that it would slow down, but it had no effect.

The spiritual power entered the body of the dialect, and without waiting for the dialect to be guided by the internal force, he operated in the meridians and converged towards the dantian. Fang Yan's brain was blank at the moment, and he couldn't figure out what was going on, and there was only one thought, he had to stop and not rush down, otherwise the next moment would be an explosion.

Fang Yan tried hard to stand up and forcibly interrupt the Spirit Gathering Array, but he couldn't move, and watched the spiritual energy of the Earth and Zhou gather frantically, and finally entered his body. The small blue ball in the dantian began to violently absorb the incoming aura, spinning wildly, and its size became a little bigger.

The aura is still burrowing into the body of the dialect at a faster and faster speed, and the dialect at this time is like a human-shaped spirit gathering array, and the effect of gathering spiritual power is even better than the formation. But the meridians couldn't bear it, first it was swelling pain, and soon it became tingling, unbearable stinging, and I clearly felt the sharp pain of the meridians being torn and broken. Fang Yan gritted his teeth to prevent himself from fainting, and then he would die if he fainted.

After accumulating more than two months of aura, it was like finding a place for catharsis in an instant, drilling into the body of the dialect from all over the body, and merging into the dantian along the meridians. If you can look inward, you will find that those rolling spiritual energy are all absorbed by a blue bead that grows bigger and bigger, and it is still greedily absorbing, like a person who has been hungry for a long time, and suddenly encounters a delicious meal.

The dialect was about to be unbearable, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and his consciousness began to blur. I don't know how long it took, the aura outside the body became very thin, and the blue bead inside the dantian was like a person who had eaten too much and burped, spitting out a light blue spiritual power.

At this time, the dialect suddenly had a very familiar feeling, and it was a cool air, but this cool air was far thicker than before, but in an instant, a barrier collapsed in the dantian, and with a "boom", this cool air was divided into countless ways, flowing all over the body in the blink of an eye. For a while, the dialect suddenly had a very comfortable feeling, as those spiritual power wandered in the meridians, and the meridians that were about to collapse recovered little by little, the dialect felt indescribable joy at this time.

Just when this feeling of comfort arrived, Fang Yan could no longer support it and fell backwards.

When he woke up, he found that he was lying on the bed, and Qingluan was sitting beside him. Fang Yan moved slightly, and Qingluan was awakened at once, and hurriedly got up.

"Why did I fall asleep, why did I sleep here again?"

"Young Master, you've been sleeping for three days, but you scared us, how do you feel now?" Qingluan Wu was a little scared, patted his chest and said.

"Three days? I remember still rushing through the customs, it's terrible. Fang Yan was a little annoyed, and subconsciously checked himself.

"This, what's going on, the body is full of mana, and there is a little internal force, but it is also slowly transforming. Could it be that it's advanced, it's impossible, I remember that I haven't even eaten the Gathering Spirit Pill yet. "There was still a dull ache in my body, and there were bursts of soreness in my meridians from time to time.

There is something wrong, I obviously lowered my head, but the things around the room were clearly reflected in my mind. The divine sense, the divine consciousness of the monk, is really advanced! Fang Yan was suddenly ecstatic, and wanted to jump, but found that his whole body was weak, and it was difficult to move.

"Young master, lie down and don't move, I'll go tell the old lady. When the other maids heard the movement, they ran over and let out a breath and hurriedly shouted.

Soon, Fang Yan's parents, aunts, younger brothers and sisters, relatives and friends came to see him, and they all knew that he was injured, so they left quietly with a congratulatory gift. The news of the advanced dialect cultivator spread throughout the Fang family for a while, and more people, whether far or near, close or close, or distant, all came to get close to this newly promoted monk.

In the end, Fang Tong and his wife had no choice but to wait in the front hall, explaining one by one that Fang Yan was a little injured when he rushed to the pass, and he had to recuperate for a few days, and then go to the door to visit Yunyun later. Only then can they cultivate quietly, and poor Fang Tong and his wife had to stand at the door, like doormen in a restaurant.

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