Pan Feng's spiritual power scanned the runes flying out of the Dao Plate, and Pan Feng's face did not change at all, because Pan Feng had seen the Dao Pan fly out of the runes before, and this time Pan Feng's spiritual power was not blocked, allowing the runes flying out of the Dao Pan to fly towards Pan Feng's own brain.

The runes flew to his brain and merged into Pan Feng's ocean of memories, and Pan Feng understood that this was the reason why Dao Pan passed on to himself would increase his cultivation speed.

Pan Feng put all his attention into the new extra memory, and after a period of digestion, Pan Feng understood the reason for the increase in his cultivation speed.

Judging from the information from the Dao Pan, the reason for the increase in his cultivation speed is because the Terran's Qi Luck shines and shelters his body, which is the reason for the acceleration of his cultivation speed, and the Terran Qi Luck Pillar also speeds up the speed of the Dao Pan to analyze the laws and rules of the Flood Desolate Continent.

Pan Feng thought carefully, what kind of human race luck would bless him, Pan Feng recalled the moment when he found that the cultivation speed in his body had accelerated.

At that time, I was shouting to the people of the tribe, could it be that this is the reason? What is the reason why they didn't notice anything? Panfeng had many question marks in his mind.

Did I make the people in the tribe work together? Or did I let the people in the tribe know that the lock, this way to get the strength and get the dawn?

Pan Feng came up with a lot of ideas, rejected them one by one, and finally decided on the two most likely plans guessed above.

According to the plan I just came up with, it is possible for me to help the development of the Terran Race and gain the favor of the Terran Qi Luck and speed up my cultivation, Pan Feng thought with suspicion.

I don't want to think so much now, it doesn't hurt me anyway, I don't have so much time to think about it now, if I don't cultivate as soon as possible, then I and this Hong tribe I like may all become undead one day, and there is no hope of life!

After all, on this desolate continent, ignorance is not a sin, but weakness is a sin!

All races are strong, so they are not guilty, but the human race is weak, so they are guilty, sinful, deep, heavy!

As soon as Pan Feng thought of this, he immediately got down from the stone bed, Pan Feng walked to the outside of his tent, looked at the sky, and found that it was now late at night, and in the dead of night, Pan Feng immediately did it on the spot and began Pan Feng's own cultivation.

Pan Feng began his own cultivation, the rolling aura was surging, Pan Feng was not afraid, directly absorbed the refinery, repeating this rhythm, until the moment when the sun just rose, Pan Feng found that all the aura around him had turned purple, and realized that the moment of mad inhalation had come, and immediately omitted the step of refining the aura, and all his attention was on absorbing the aura.

The aura around Zhou Panfeng was quickly absorbed into Panfeng's body, and then gathered in the dantian, until Panfeng felt that his body could no longer absorb the unrefined aura, Panfeng took a pity at the purple aura around him, and sighed helplessly, he could only refine the aura in his body first, otherwise waiting for Panfeng would be the rhythm of exploding.

If Pan Feng becomes a person who explodes because of the aura, then the Dao Pan Instrument Spirit that has been self-sealed will definitely laugh at the stupidity of his master, and then make Pan Feng go up in smoke, and the last Instrument Spirit will control the Dao Pan to get out of the desolate continent.

Is Pan Feng being killed by the aura and being blown away? This is an absolutely impossible thing, because Pan Feng has already figured out the limit of the amount of purple aura that his body can absorb at the moment of absorbing the purple aura.

The amount of aura that Panfeng is absorbing now is between the exploding body and the non-exploding body, as long as it absorbs a lost aura, Panfeng will explode, and if Panfeng no longer absorbs aura, then Panfeng will not explode and die.

Pan Feng knew that he could no longer absorb the purple aura around him now, Pan Feng directly came out of sight, and directly returned all his consciousness to the body to refine the aura in the body, and after Pan Feng's full consciousness returned to the body, soon those purple aura in the outside world were restored to their original color.

The moment before Pan Feng refined the purple aura, he thought, "In the future, I have to hone my body a little stronger, otherwise I will only absorb such a little bit of aura, how can it be enough for me to cultivate." ”

In the outside world, Pan Feng's body is now a big purple fat man, with the rise of the sun, the passage of time, the refining of the aura in the body, Pan Feng in the morning when the sun is not fierce all the purple aura in the body to refine, Pan Feng feels that as long as he continues to cultivate, he will be able to cultivate to the peak of the first layer within ten days.

Pan Feng felt that the help of Qi Luck's accelerated cultivation came at the right time, if there was no help from Qi Luck, according to Pan Feng's cultivation at night, and his cultivation at the moment when the sun was rising, Pan Feng would have to spend fifteen or sixteen days before he could cultivate to the peak of the first layer of Dao Duel.

After Pan Feng refined all the spiritual energy in his body, he opened his eyes, and the essence of his eyes flashed out.

"Ahh

Pan Feng was stunned for a moment, only to feel that this voice was unusually received, and immediately looked at the place where the voice had just come out, after Pan Feng saw the person, he immediately became anxious, "Mother, what's wrong with you, are you not feeling well?"

"No!" Pan Feng's mother, Hongyu, shook her head and said, "Feng'er!

Pan Feng was stunned, and understood that he was seen by his mother when he just opened his eyes.

Pan Feng said to his mother Hongyu, "Mother, what you said is the light in my eyes! That's nothing, it's just that the spirit is a little too much." ”

"Really?" Hongyu looked at Pan Feng suspiciously.

Pan Feng's back was sweating, and he said secretly: It's really not my profession to deceive people!

Pan Feng swallowed his saliva and said, "Of course it's true, what I said is even more true than real gold." As he spoke, Pan Feng patted his chest.

"Then mother, I'll believe you, Feng'er! you have to tell me an answer!"

The animal skin clothes behind Panfeng were already soaked with sweat, and he said secretly: It's mixed up.

Although his back was very wet, Pan Feng's face was still full of spring breeze, "Mother, tell me what do you need your son to do?"

"Son, you don't have to do anything, just tell me why you've been sitting at the door of your own tent for nothing, okay?" Hongyu said with a motherly smile.