The old man from the academy did not speak, but just stroked his beard and looked at the young man in red sitting cross-legged. His wise eyes were filled with thought, as if he was thinking about something.

Fengjiu, who was sitting cross-legged, led all the breath that was running around in her body to her Dantian. The breath came fiercely and strongly, swelling her tendons and veins as if they were bursting. The tendons and veins under her skin were surging, and sometimes flowing and protruding.

She was sweating all over, her face was sometimes white and sometimes red. The pain from her body made her faint almost unable to hold on. But she knew that if she couldn't hold on at this time, she would probably be finished.

Four old men watched around, and one of them said incredible: "I really didn't expect that this young man could still hold on until now after drinking the blood of the seventh-level giant M. However, the blood will be rolling up now, I'm afraid I can't hold on anymore."

"It's hard to say that this young man can hold on until now is enough to show his extraordinaryness." The old man from the academy stroked his beard and said, "Let's protect the Dharma for him for the time being! If he holds on, his strength will definitely increase greatly!"

Hearing that he said, the other three nodded, sat down not far away, and protected the young man in red.

As time passed quietly, one of the old men couldn't help but exhale when they saw the spiritual power of the boy in red rising.

"Look! You've really advanced!"

"Hiss! Still moving forward! There is no sign of the third level of the Spirit Master stopping!"

The few people were shocked. After a while, they saw that the young man's level of spiritual master has once again moved from the fourth level of spiritual master to the fifth level of spiritual master!

"This, why does this advance look so easy? Who is this boy from?"

How many people were shocked. You should know that spiritual power cultivation is different from mysterious power cultivation. How many cultivators cannot break through the level of a great spiritual master and enter the foundation-building cultivator in their entire lives. Only by becoming a foundation-building cultivator can they be considered to be cultivating immortals and have a life span of two hundred years.

Among the hundreds of great sword masters, at most one or two can only succeed in advance. If you want to enter the golden elixir from the foundation building, you will be selected by one of ten thousand people, and you can hardly find it.

Some monks are only at the level of a great spirit master when they are over fifty years old. However, this young man, who is just a teenager, is moving up one step at a time, and is moving up one level at a time. How can they not be shocked?

In the incredible eyes of the four people, the young man in red sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing for three days and three nights. His strength was also rising up in the first stage. Perhaps because he stared at him for three days and three nights, the four old men were unable to recover from their senses by his almost perverted advancement speed for a long time.

During these three days and three nights, they stayed up and stared at the boy in red, all thinking about the same thought.

No matter which sect this young man belongs to, he must try his best to dig him into their sect!

"Look, he, he has advanced again..."

An old man swallowed his saliva, his eyes shone brightly and stared at the boy in red with excitement. His expression was like a person who had not eaten for ten days and half a month staring at a fat R. He wanted to pounce forward and snatch him back into the door.

"Hiss! He, he is going to attack the Great Spirit Master!"
Chapter completed!