One hundred and twenty chapters of nourishment really have no bottom duck

The only answer is that the Wutu Zhongyuan Zhenwu emitted by Lang Yinfeng has passed through the Wutu Zhongyuan altar, and after a considerable period of nourishment, the power has increased greatly.

No longer hesitating, Qian Xing recited the magic formula, and a layer of bright yellow light, Yuan Zhenwu in the Wu Tu, emerged from the top of the altar, and quickly spread to the entire altar, surrounding the entire altar.

The yellow light flashed in Qian Xing's hand, and there was a yellow triangular smile, which was the magic weapon used to nourish the power of the Wutu True Yuan of the altar.

After Lang Yinfeng got the Wutu Zhongyuan Altar, he regarded it as his lifeblood, and refined all kinds of matching magic weapons one by one.

Urging the magic trick, Qian Xing waved the triangular yellow flag, and within the triangular yellow smile, he immediately rushed out a puff of yellow smoke and went straight into the Yuan Daoyuan altar in the Wutu Middle Earth.

He waved two more times in a row, and two puffs of yellow smoke came out again, straight into the Yuan Daoyuan altar in the Wutu Middle Earth.

After the Wutu Zhongyuan Daoyuan Altar was injected by these three puffs of yellow smoke, the bright yellow Wutu Zhongyuan Zhenwu on the outside suddenly became slightly thicker, and the color became a little brighter.

If you don't look closely, you really can't see it.

After waving it again, the yellow smile no longer emits yellow smoke.

It turned out that within this yellow smile, the stored power of the earth could only emit four puffs of yellow smoke, but at this moment, it had been used up.

Throw this yellow smile into the yellow light, and the yellow smile suddenly stood in the yellow pillar of light, recovering the consumed mana.

Then, he took out a smile again, cast it like this, and threw it into the yellow pillar of light, so that the yellow pillar of light could recover the consumed mana.

According to the formula, after the mana in this yellow smile is consumed, it will take at least ten days and ten nights of kung fu to make up for it.

However, when Qian Xing, the captured eighteen smiles, all shot out of the yellow plume of smoke.

When the voice indicated that the day had passed, he immediately picked it up and smiled, just a shake!

Sure enough, within the laughter, another yellow smoke shot out.

Yellow smile, in this yellow pillar of light, only one day stayed, it is worth ten days of sacrifice!

Nine days of hard work passed, and Huang smiled, the mana was exhausted the day before, but it was quickly filled up the next day.

It is equivalent to the true nothingness of this bright yellow earth, and it has been practiced for 90 days without interruption.

To be honest, Lang Yinfeng is in White Deer City, in charge of all the activities of the Heavenly Wolf Gate stationed in White Deer City, and he has no time at all.

Qian Xing didn't know that he had practiced Wutu Zhenwu for ninety days at one time, and once this Wutu Zhenwu whip was used, it would far exceed the power that Lang Yinfeng used to smash the mountain-like golden words!

As soon as the time was twenty days, Qian Xing was immediately teleported to the door of Yuqing Xuanji, looking at the black and white Taiji diagram on the vermilion lacquer door, but it was still so clean, as if no one had entered since ancient times.

Looking at the scenery that is the same as twenty days ago, there is no change, Qian Xing's heart suddenly rose a trace of understanding, what has passed is only human life, for these objects, time, what is it?

In a small alley by the Green Plains River, there are many gorgeously dressed warblers, laughing at the door, and the sound of the warblers is swallowing, which makes the guests overwhelmed.

Qian Xing regained the costume of the sallow bitter gourd face with a concave half-collapsed nose, and walked slowly, looking around, as if he was looking at those wandering warblers, but in fact he was paying attention to the magnificent, carved buildings on the other side of the river.

It was Xianfen Building, such an elegant name, but it was a Lichun Courtyard.

Prince Xia Jie's new favorite, a white-deer with gorgeous qualifications & the new head brand Gu Xiaoxiao, is listed in this building.

In the spring breeze area of the Green Plains River, there are legends that this woman has a beautiful appearance, and she is still a congenital high-level monk, but it is only because of some unavoidable reason that she fell into this Xianfen Building.

Since then, it has attracted countless wild bees and butterflies.

With such a beautiful scene, how could it be missing the number one prince of White Deer City--- Prince Xia Jie?

Anyway, the king of Nanqi has a son and a daughter, and in the face of the only heir to the throne, even if he wants to manage it, he is powerless.

Gu Xiaoxiao is not only gorgeous, but also elegant, is not holding a poetry meeting.

According to Qian Xing's thirty-day observation of buying spring customers in disguise, every time Gu Xiaoxiao held a poetry meeting, Prince Xia Jie would drive the painting boat of the golden body and jade building to participate.

And Xia Jie, a loser, never went ashore with a sword light, but preferred to put down a green jade pedal, pretending to be a Qing Gaowen of Sven, stepping on the pedal, and shaking a folding fan to go ashore.

It seems that not showing off like this is not enough to show the elegance of Prince Xia Jie.

This is the most haode opportunity---- Qian Xing finally came to a conclusion.

There are still thirty-nine days to go, and the Xundan trial will be held, and he doesn't have much time to look for more opportunities.

Today is the fifteenth, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the bright moonlight is softly sprinkled down, and the clear green plain river is ringing in the ears.

Qian Xing was covered in a thin layer of ice, lurking in the river under the small pier in front of Xianfen Tower.

The cold ice trick played an unexpected role today, and Qian Xing, who was covered in a thin layer of ice, no longer had the slightest human breath, and it was no different from the cold stones at the bottom of the three-zhang deep river.

Even if the divine sense is swept away, without the cultivation above the festival pill stage, it is difficult to distinguish Qian Xing from those stones at the bottom of the river in March.

"One duckling, two ducklings, three ducklings-----"

A day in advance, Qian Xing, who lurked at the bottom of the river, counted the ducks in his heart unhurriedly.

At noon on the day when Prince Xia Jie was coming, martial law began on the river and its surroundings, and ordinary people were not allowed to pass.

Therefore, it is necessary to lurk a day in advance so as not to arouse the vigilance of the guards.

The inspection of the palace guards is more serious.

However, this place has been inspected many times, and the royal family of Southern Qi has also been peaceful for decades.

Therefore, for the underwater, it was only a cursory scan with divine sense.

At night, when the palm lamp is held, the Xianfen Building is brilliantly lit, just like the Yuyu Qiong Building.

Many sons and wealthy businessmen crowded outside the cordon of the palace guards, waiting for the arrival of the crown prince Xia Jie's luxurious painting boat.

Another grand poetry meeting is about to begin.