Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Practice

Warm sunlight penetrates through the gaps in the windows, and the tiny spots of light adorn the tidy room. In the room, the young man was naked, sitting cross-legged in the tub, with his hands crossed, forming a strange seal in front of him, his eyes closed, and his breathing steady and powerful. The wooden basin was filled with cyan water, and when it was shaken slightly, there was a little bit of strange light reflected, which is quite miraculous. The young man's chest was slightly heaving, and his breath felt very rhythmic. With the delay of the practice time, the cyan liquid in the wooden basin gradually emitted a faint air flow. The air flow was slightly cyan, slowly climbing, and finally along the The boy's breath penetrated into his body.

The air flowed into the body, and the young boy's immature face seemed to suddenly emit a luster like warm jade. Seemingly aware of the increasingly filling Dou Qi in his body, there was a slight gratified smile on the young man's face. Having tasted the sweetness, the young man did not stop there, his eyes were still closed, the handprints on his fingertips remained motionless, he was concentrating, maintaining the best state of cultivation, and continued to greedily absorb the gentle energy in the cyan liquid. The cyan water liquid stained the young man's skin, and slipped into the young man's body along the skin pores, warming the bones and washing the veins...

Under the young man's endless demands, more and more air currents drifted out from the water basin, and in the end, it even faintly covered the young man's naked body. Cultivation, slowly passing through the penance of forgetting to eat and sleep, the sunlight from outside the window gradually weakened, and the hot temperature also slowly decreased. In the tub, the boy with his eyes closed sucked the last ray of air into his body, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and after a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened. In the black pupil, the white light flashed as usual, but this time it was slightly tinged with a light blue color.

Slowly exhaling the turbid air from his chest, the young man blinked his eyes energetically, then stood up abruptly, letting the cold water splash down from his body, he stretched lazily, feeling the pain in his body. After three years of being filled with Dou Qi, he muttered intoxicatedly: "According to this progress, I am afraid that in two months, we will be able to reach the fifth level of Dou Qi..." Since preparing everything last time, Xiao Yan has been huddled in his room for more than half a month. During the half month, except for eating, drinking and other things, he has almost lived a secluded and quiet life.

However, although the days of cultivation were a bit boring, to Xiao Yan who had experienced three years of white-eyed ridicule, it was nothing more than a trivial matter. The ridicule he received for three years made him clearly understand how important strength is in this continent... However, although life is hard, the results of cultivation can make people feel happy. The psychic liquid refined by Yao Lao has a strong medicinal power, which far exceeds Xiao Yan's and even Yao Lao's expectations. He originally thought that even with the help of the psychic liquid, it would take at least one month for Xiao Yan to reach the fourth stage of fighting. Unexpectedly, he forcibly shortened the time by half...

In this regard, even Yao Lao couldn't help being surprised by Xiao Yan's cultivation efficiency. Although this has something to do with Xiao Yan's previous journey, the speed is really too fast. ? You must know that the basics of Dou Qi training are particularly difficult to cultivate. There are not a few people who have spent ten or even twenty years in the first ten stages of Dou Qi...Of course, once you become a real Dou Zhe, the cultivation will be very difficult. The speed will be greatly accelerated. Before becoming a Dou Zhe, one year may only be able to increase Dou Qi for a while, but after becoming a Dou Zhe, it may be able to soar a few stars within a year...

Compared with the extremely uncoordinated cultivation before and after, Xiao Yan's performance in the past half month is indeed a bit appalling. Climbing out of the wooden basin without any scruples, Xiao Yan looked back at the cyan liquid that had become lighter in color. This was because the energy contained in it was absorbed by him. He shook his head helplessly and muttered in a low voice. Said: "Can this still support a month and a half of cultivation?" After wiping off the water stains on his body, Xiao Yan casually put on a neat dress, then climbed onto the soft bed, and took out the jet-black piece of iron from under the pillow.

The rust spots on the iron sheet have been carefully cleaned by Xiao Yan, the whole is a bit bright, exuding a faint luster, quite mysterious. After half a month, apart from cultivating, Xiao Yan put all his attention on the low-level mysterious-level fighting skills in this piece of iron. And in half a month, under Yao Lao's guidance, Xiao Yan also gradually mastered the knack of sucking palms, but due to the thinness of fighting spirit in his body, he has never seen any real effect, which makes Xiao Yan Yan is a little regretful. Clamping the iron sheet with both palms, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly closed, his soul sensed, followed his arm, and probed into the black iron sheet with ease.

Following Xiao Yan's steady breathing, the room became calm again. There was another long period of silence. At a certain moment, Xiao Yan on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his right palm was slightly curled into the shape of a claw, and the faint fighting spirit in his body followed the control of consciousness, quickly It passes through several specific veins and acupuncture points in the palm, and finally the suction gushes out. "boom……" Where the palm pointed, a blue vase on the table suddenly shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, and shattered into pieces all over the floor with a crisp sound.

"Sigh, although the fighting skill is of the profound level, but the fighting spirit is too weak to exert much power at all." Seeing the damage he caused, Xiao Yan curled his lips, and said softly to himself helplessly: "According to this effect, if you want to create a suction force that can pull a person, I'm afraid you need at least seven levels of Dou Qi to do it." "Forget it, go to the family fighting skill hall to see if there are any low-level fighting skills that are easy to use. This sucking palm will not be of much use in a short time. Now that I can cultivate fighting spirit, I can't be as stupid as before. Cultivate stupidly..." With a sigh, Xiao Yan climbed out of bed, glanced at the unresponsive black ring in his hand, then walked in front of the door, pushed the door and went out.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Xiao Yan carefully closed the door behind him after adapting to the scorching sunlight, and walked leisurely along the gravel path towards the backyard. There are green willows planted on both sides of the gravel path, and the lush green makes people feel refreshed. Turning a road, there was a burst of laughter from a girl, but it came from another small road. The quiet atmosphere was disturbed, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his eyes moved along the voice, and looked at the group of girls who came with charming smiles. Surrounded by several beautiful girls, a girl with a charming appearance was pursing her lips and smiling slightly. The charming look on her small face made the young girls beside her feel a little inferior. This young girl is Xiao Mei who made a big splash in the exam square that day. His gaze indifferently glanced at this beautiful girl who used to keep calling her cousin by her side. A hint of sarcasm flashed across Xiao Yan's immature face. He shook his head lightly, and withdrew his gaze without hesitation. . Walking to the end of the road, Xiao Mei's seductive laughter suddenly weakened, and she saw the young man not far from the left... The setting sun fell from the sky, shining on the calm young man with his arm resting on the back of his head, it was extremely charming. With a pair of captivating eyes, staring at the young man who was getting closer and closer, looking at the shallow curve on his small face that could not be said to be a mockery or a smile, Xiao Mei's spirit suddenly felt a little inexplicably in a trance... … Three years ago, that young man always had this intoxicating arc on the corner of his mouth.