In a daze, Fang Yi felt extremely sore all over his body.

"Yeah! I'm still alive?"

Recalling the scene before the coma, a car rushed over. With such a violent impact, I was not dead yet and could still feel pain.

"Don't get rid of the disease."

Thinking of this, Fang Yi tried hard to open his eyes.

This is a simple wing room with only two wooden beds and I am lying on one of them.

“Where is this?”

Fang Yi was slightly shocked and frowned in confusion.

In my mind, some messy information came, which was another memory of Fang Yi.

After digesting this information, Fang Yi finally realized that he had traveled through time.

Now his identity is an outer disciple of the Qingyun Peak of Taixuan Sect. His strength is only at the first level of the Linghai Realm. He can be said to be the lowest in the entire Taixuan Sect.

Originally, with his talent, he could not enter Taixuan Sect at all.

All of this is thanks to his father. He overcomes all difficulties despite the opposition of the elders of the family and finally wins a place for him.

But who would have thought that he would almost lose his life after just three months of entering Taixuan Sect?

No, I should say that I have lost my life.

It turned out that a few days ago, Fang Yi went into the mountain to look for spiritual medicine as usual. He finally found a second-grade spiritual medicine blood coagulation herb, but he did not want to be targeted by Xu Shaojie, who is also an outer disciple, and directly snatched it.

How could Fang Yi agree? He immediately started arguing with the other party.

However, Xu Shaojie was already a warrior in the third level of the Spirit Sea, and he was vicious, clearly showing his life to Fang Yi.

The result can be imagined.

"Don't worry! Since I have occupied your body, I will inherit everything about you, including hatred."

Feeling the unwillingness in another memory, Fang Yi said firmly.

Sit up hard behind you.

Fang Yi began to check his physical condition. Apart from the aches all over his body, there was no big problem.

A trace of spiritual energy flows slowly in the sea of ​​spirit.

Although it has merged two-life memories, Fang Yi is still extremely surprised and excited when he feels this trace of spiritual energy.

Even if the trace of spiritual energy looks extremely weak, it seems to dissipate at any time.

But he knew that as he practiced, this silk of spiritual energy would become stronger and stronger.

In such a world where the strong are respected, weak warriors can only be bullied, just like Fang Yi did.

If you want to be respected, you must work hard to improve your strength.

How could Fang Yi not understand this truth and immediately searched for his memory.

"Tidal Art!"

In my memory, this is the basic magic trick of Taixuan Sect, and every disciple who has just started must practice it.

It is said that the Tide Art is divided into twelve levels, but the entire Taixuan Sect has never heard of anyone who can cultivate this magic art to the twelve level, and the most powerful one is Ji Wuxian, the daughter of a genius in Taixuan Sect.

It is rumored that Ji Wuxian is outstanding in talent and unparalleled in color, but Fang Yi has never seen her before.

Before he entered Taixuan Sect, Qi Ban had been promoted to an inner disciple, and it was said that he was even accepted by the head of the sect as a personal disciple.

In Taixuan Sect, the inner gate and the outer gate are two worlds.

Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly and began to practice in the way he remembered.

Slowly, the spiritual energy in the spiritual sea slowly rotated, forming a small vortex, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A little bit of spiritual energy merged into the vortex and slowly grew stronger, then swallowing the misty impurities around it.

The human body's spiritual sea is born into a misty piece. At the beginning of cultivation, spiritual energy must be drawn into the body and open up the spiritual sea.

Fang Yi's spiritual sea is only the size of an egg, just one spiritual vortex. If the spiritual sea is complete, it will form twelve spiritual vortexes, and each one is much larger than the vortex in his body now.

Feeling the spiritual vortex grows little by little, Fang Yi is very excited.

The absorption speed seems to be faster than before, although it is very limited, if it weren't for his curiosity about spiritual energy and observing it in detail, he would not have discovered it at all.

Fang Yi didn't care, it was a good thing.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Yi was addicted to cultivation and unknown how long it had passed.

Slowly, the speed of the spiritual vortex in the spiritual sea slowly slowed down, and the absorption speed was like before.

What's going on? Fang Yi was shocked.

Why is the speed of this spiritual vortex faster and slower? Could it be that there is something strange about this tide technique?

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through Fang Yi's mind.

Is the reason why the Tide Art is called the Tide Art related to tides?

The so-called tide is the rising and falling tide of the sea water, which usually occurs twice a day. Of course, it is the earth. As for this world, Fang Yi doesn’t know it.

Just when Fang Yi was puzzled, an obese boy with a bruised nose and swollen face limped in from outside the door.

"Fang Yi, you finally woke up, great!"

When the fat boy saw Fang Yi wake up, he couldn't help but feel happy, but the smile fell on his scarred face, looking a little hideous.

Hearing the sound, Fang Yi looked up and recognized the fat man at a glance.

The fat man's name is Shi Dahai, and he lives in the same room with Fang Yi. In the entire Taixuan Sect, the fat man can be said to be his only friend. The two are of equal strength, but the fat man has good talent, just because he is lazy.

"Fatty, why are you so hurt?"

Fang Yi blurted out, integrating the memories of two lives, and his words and deeds seemed extremely natural.

"It's Xu Shaojie? Have you gone to find him?"

"How is that! That bastard beat you like this, I just went to him to argue, but the result..."

The fat man's tone was extremely unwilling, but his strength was not as good as others.

A warm feeling arose in Fang Yi's heart, and his anger became more and more intense.

"Fatty, thank you. I will definitely get this hatred back twice."

"Yes, we must avenge this revenge. Fatty, I will never be lazy anymore. I don't believe that I can't kill that kid." Fatty said fiercely.

After saying that, he sat cross-legged and began to practice.

Looking at the scars on the fat man's body, Fang Yi was very moved.

In Taixuan Sect, there are many disciples of the Fang family, but only Fatty is the one who stands out for him.

Fang Yi was not very knowledgeable about the world and was ignorant of many things.

But now, Fang Yi vaguely feels that this matter is not that simple.

He and Xu Shaojie have no grudges. Even if he wants to snatch the blood coagulation herb, he doesn't need to take such a vicious attack. It's obvious that he is going to take his own life. What's more, the other party is already a warrior of the third level of the Spirit Sea, and the second-grade spiritual medicine is optional to him.

Who wants his own life behind his back?

A ruthless look flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

No matter who you are, since you want my life, you must have the awareness of death.
Chapter completed!