On the hill in the southwest of Qingshan City, there stood an ordinary-looking young man, the young man's facial features were angular, his face was cold, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, like a statue, his body stood straight, staring at his own shadow on the ground projected by the cold moonlight without squinting, with a blank expression on his face.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he shook his head and looked at his hand, is his qualification really so poor?

Xiao Feng clenched his fists tightly, his nails had already dug deep into his flesh, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Xiao Feng is sixteen years old this year and is the second son of the head of the Xiao clan.

The Xiao clan is one of the three major clans located in Qingshan City, one of the countless clans in the cultivation realm, and there are thousands of clansmen, but Xiao Feng, who is a direct bloodline, is just a waste.

Xiao Feng began to cultivate at the age of thirteen, and three years have passed, but Xiao Feng only has the cultivation of the second turn of the Qi Realm, and the clansmen who are cultivating at the same time as him have already practiced the fourth turn of the Qi Realm or even the fifth turn of the Qi Realm, and the cultivation with good qualifications has already reached the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

Xiao Feng's cultivation resources were better than those of other clansmen, but Xiao Feng's cultivation was lower than anyone else's, which made Xiao Feng depressed.

The progress is so slow, it's not that Xiao Feng doesn't work hard enough, on the contrary, his efforts are second to none among his fellow clansmen, others practice the exercises once, he will practice them three times, others meditate for an hour, he will do three hours, but such hard work, the harvest is pitiful, and he is far behind everyone, Xiao Feng's heart is full of frustration.

Xiuzhen is divided into seven realms: Qi training, foundation building, Ning Dan, Yuan Ying, clutch, Dong Xuan, and Huazhen, each realm is divided into nine turns, the first, two, three are the early stage, the fourth, five, six are the middle stage, and the seventh ** is the late stage.

In the past three years, Xiao Feng has never slacked off in his cultivation, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, and he has paid much more sweat than others, even so, he has been far left behind by his fellow clansmen. In the pursuit of immortal paths, qualifications are more important, and it is difficult to make up for them by hard work alone.

After a long time, Xiao Feng let go of his clenched fist and let out a sigh, as if to drive out the depression in his heart, Xiao Feng sat down cross-legged again.

Xiao Feng immersed his divine sense into the dantian, only to see that there was nothing in the dantian, and the only thing that existed was a trace of pale cyan gas, which was the legendary true yuan. But there is not much gas, it is very thin, which is due to Xiao Feng's relatively low skill.

Under the influence of divine consciousness, the threads of true elements began to gather and entangle together, and each trace of true elements was originally only the thickness of a hair, but as time passed, it gathered into a true element about the thickness of a little thumb.

Xiao Feng's head was clouded with white gas, and he was soaked with sweat, just a process of gathering true yuan made him do his best, ordinary people cultivated the truth, and sure enough, step by step.

Xiao Feng's breathing was a little heavier, but Xiao Feng's face did not change at all, and in the past three years, he had long been used to it.

After the True Yuan was gathered, Xiao Feng's expression did not relax in the slightest, he carefully let go of his divine sense, and controlled the True Yuan to flow out of the dantian and into the meridians.

For cultivators, the dantian is the foundation for storing the true element, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing are also very important.

And every time you do such a cycle, the true element will be strengthened a little, although it is very small, it adds up to a lot, and if you do this cycle several times a day, the true element will gradually grow.

Of course, there are thousands of exercises in the cultivation realm, and the path of each exercise to make the Great Zhou Tian cycle is different, and the effect is also very different.

Although the Great Zhou Tian is a compulsory course for every cultivator, it is not as easy as the outside world imagines, and it can even be said to be difficult.

There is no need to worry about the route of the true element's flow, but the speed of the flow needs to be explored by oneself, for no other reason, and the situation of each person's meridians is different.

Some people have strong meridians and strong endurance, which can not only accommodate more true yuan, but there is no problem with the fast flow of true yuan, while some people have weak meridians, and the situation is completely reversed.

Xiao Feng is just an ordinary person, so he needs to put in more energy and consume more time to do the Great Zhou Tian Cycle.

Xiao Feng's every step must be taken carefully, if the speed is fast, not only will it not be able to complete the cycle smoothly, but it will damage the meridians.

In the past three years, Xiao Feng has suffered from damaged meridians, and every time he recovers, it takes a long time to recuperate.

Xiao Feng carefully controlled the flow speed of the true element, but fortunately, after continuous attempts, he was already very clear about the endurance of his meridians.

An hour later, the cycle was completed, and the true element returned to the dantian from the meridians.

A wisp of gloom flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes, he had worked so hard, but his cultivation had not changed, it stands to reason that if he did a big Zhou Tian, the true yuan should be increased more or less, but Xiao Feng's dantian did not react at all, and Xiao Feng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Looking at the sunset, Xiao Feng got up and left with some loss. "Dangdang..."

As soon as he reached the mountainside, he heard the clash of weapons, mixed with shouts. He dodged and hid behind a rock.

As soon as he hid, he heard a terrible scream, Xiao Feng looked up, and saw that a middle-aged man was running towards this side, and someone was pierced through his chest with a sword from behind, and he fell to the ground heavily.

The person behind him panted, and ran over with wounds all over his body, and instead of pulling out his sword, he reached out to search for the man who fell to the ground, as if he was looking for something, looking for it, his face suddenly showed joy, and he took out a delicate small box from the arms of the man who fell to the ground, but it was stained with blood, "Haha, I finally found ......" "Poof!"

A sharp dagger plunged into the man's chest, and the man who fell to the ground spat blood from his mouth and said, "I... I'm just dead, too... Also to... Pull your back. "Smack!" the man who had been stabbed in the heart with the dagger let go of his hand, and the small box fell to the ground.

The box opened, and a ball flashing purple and gold rolled out, and it exuded a strong aroma, Xiao Feng saw that the two were dead, so he ran over to pick up the ball.

Under the bloody smell of the two corpses covered with blood, the ball still exuded a very heavy aroma, completely covering all the surrounding breath. "It smells so good. Xiao Feng sniffed it before taking it to his nose.

As a result, the two-colored orb touched his lips and immediately melted into a trickle into his mouth.

Xiao Feng was taken aback and quickly vomited, he didn't dare to determine whether this thing was poisonous or not, after all, there were a lot of highly toxic things with aroma. But he vomited for a long time, reached into his fingers and picked it, but he didn't vomit out.

And he clearly felt that after the clear flow into his mouth, it diluted and turned into countless trickles, flowing through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, making his whole body feel extremely comfortable, and the last trickle gathered in the left chest.

Xiao Feng took a look at his clothes, everything was as usual on the outside, and he didn't feel anything about his activities.

He checked the two dead bodies, there was nothing on them, not even storage items such as space rings, he didn't want to stay here, the two dead bodies left without care. When he entered Qingshan City, more than a dozen people appeared in front of the two dead bodies.

One of the men in a white shirt picked up the empty box with a blank face, "Search for me!" The people behind him immediately began to search. I searched the neighborhood more than a dozen times, and almost searched the whole place. "My lord, no. ”

The skin on the white-shirted man's face twitched, "Damn, who took my Zijin Pill and arrested all the people and beasts near this mountain for me, check them one by one, if you can't find ......" Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, "If you can't find it, you don't have to leave alive." The men shuddered, and searched again.