It was late at night, and the Xiaolu Palace was extremely quiet. Pei Feng was the only one in the two huge courtyards. He sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his body immersed in the abundant spiritual energy.

In the past three years, Pei Feng has only practiced body tempering in order to be easily accepted by Wuji Sect. From today on, he can finally start his real cultivation.

The first step he needs to do is to reopen his meridians and cross from the innate realm to the acquired realm. This process is not difficult for him. He was born as a spiritual monk, and his meridians were only deliberately blocked by Ye Canghai. Moreover, he

He had cultivated to the golden elixir stage, and the meridians in his body were much tougher than those of ordinary Xiantian realm warriors. Thinking of this, Pei Feng felt a strong surge of strength in his heart.

"Using internal energy to open the meridians is too slow. If I directly use spiritual energy to open all the meridians, wouldn't I be able to enter the realm of spiritual transformation in one step?"

It's just that this method has too many risks. It is absolutely impossible to practice across a realm. Ordinary monks must first use internal power to open the meridians and become a martial monk in the acquired realm, and then continue to use internal power to transform themselves.

Only when the meridians are strengthened to the point where they can withstand spiritual energy entering the body can one enter the realm of spiritual transformation.

But Pei Feng is not an ordinary monk. He has taken an elixir from a ghost doctor and has been practicing body training for many years. His meridians are far stronger than ordinary golden elixir monks. Even if he uses spiritual energy to rush away arrogantly,

Meridians, it does not necessarily mean that it cannot be successful.

"Three years have passed, and everyone has disappeared. I can't stay here forever." Pei Feng muttered to himself, and his heart became a little more determined.

There was a knock on the door from outside. Pei Feng had not noticed any noise before. Although his mental strength was not as good as before, the visitor could quietly enter the small road palace and come to his door without being caught.

He discovered that it required at least the cultivation of golden elixir.

When he opened the door, he saw a young man standing with his hands behind his back in the darkness.

"Senior Brother Zifeng?"

Pei Feng clasped his hands and was about to perform the monk's salute when Zifeng said: "Junior brother, there is no need to be polite." After saying this, Zifeng walked straight into the house and closed the door behind him.

He got straight to the point: "I came late at night because I have something to give you." Zifeng took out a book from his arms and handed it to Pei Feng.

"The Wuji Cultivation Technique?" He heard his master mention this technique outside Lian Guang Hall today. He never thought that it would be in his hands that night.

Zifeng smiled faintly and said: "This is Wuji Sect's Qi Condensation Technique. It is not a secret technique. Every disciple of Wuji Sect has a copy. But the competition is coming soon, and I don't think the Seventh Elder has time to teach it to you personally.

I have brought this mental method to you."

"Thank you, senior brother!"

"You don't have to be polite to me." Zifeng said and then warned, "Just don't mention this matter to others. After all, I am not a disciple of the Seventh Elder."

"Yes, senior brother." Pei Feng slightly clasped his fists at Zifeng. He naturally understood what Zifeng meant. Although his time in Wuji Sect was very short, he also saw some hidden things in the Maya Palace.

.The disciples of the several elders here are quite exclusive. As the saying goes, there is a difference between closeness and distance. As a disciple of the third elder, Zifeng is too concerned about him, so it is inevitable that others will gossip about him.

However, Pei Feng still has a lot of puzzles in his heart. The biggest question is why Zifeng is so kind to him? Moreover, he is only in the innate realm and is still far away from the spiritual realm. Zifeng is anxious

Why did you give him the Qi Condensation Technique?

Just listen to Zifeng say, "The process of condensing Qi into the body of the Nangong disciples can also be taught by the first generation disciples of the West Palace. Song Xinyun is the first disciple of the West Palace of the Seventh Elder. The Seventh Elder may also ask Song Xinyun to teach you this technique. It's just a martial arts performance today.

For one thing, I'm worried that he will be unfavorable to you in the future."

"Senior Brother Song probably just wanted to test my cultivation." Pei Feng did not express the murderous intention he felt from Song Xinyun.

Zifeng did not clarify the matter and only said: "During the last competition, Song Xinyun and I made it to the finals. Before the competition, I suddenly heard that Yuan Qing had climbed the forbidden mountain by claiming to be a cultivator. In the end, he was killed by Qi Jian Peak Master

I took a fancy to him and was chosen as my direct disciple. At that time, this matter caused a sensation in the entire Wuji Sect, and the competition between me and Song Xinyun ended in nothing."

Pei Feng wondered why Zifeng suddenly told him these old things.

Zifeng continued: "This competition is coming, and you have climbed the forbidden mountain again, so it is impossible for Song Xinyun not to guard against you. It is best for you to understand this "Wuji Cultivation Technique" by yourself."

Pei Feng smiled and said: "I see, but my strength is low, how can I be qualified to compete with the senior brothers in the West Palace for the opportunity to reach the Five Peaks? Senior Brother Song is also worrying too much."

Zifeng frowned slightly, with a slightly displeased look on his face, "Why don't you argue? Maya Palace only has some superficial skills. If you want to learn the real magical power of Wuji Sect, you must climb the Five Peaks. Since the master of Xingkui Peak has promised

With you, this competition is your chance."

"Senior Brother Zifeng..."

Zifeng took a deep look at Pei Feng and stopped talking. After a little silence, Zifeng said solemnly, "There are still seven days before the competition. Within seven days, you must break through to the spirit transformation realm. Only then can you compete with the first generation disciples."

Even if you fail to reach the finals by then, those peak masters can still see your potential."

"Breakthrough to the Spiritual Transformation Realm in seven days?" Pei Feng's expression changed drastically. Just now, he had indeed thought about crossing the Houtian Realm and rushing into the Spiritual Transformation Realm. But how could Zifeng guess these thoughts of his? Could it be that he actually knew it?

What was your previous cultivation level?

Pei Fengruo blurted out, "Senior brother, who are you?"

"People like you!" Before Pei Feng could ask any more questions, Zifeng dropped these words and left in a hurry.

After Zifeng left, Pei Feng frowned and became more and more confused about the matter.

"A person like me?" Pei Feng suddenly made an extremely bold guess. "Is he the last tribesman?" Thinking of this, large beads of sweat seeped out from Pei Feng's forehead.

"No, it's impossible!" Pei Feng shook his head vigorously, denying his guess. Whether it was from his ancestors, ancestors, or Ye Canghai, he heard that the clansman was a giant in the world of cultivation. Only he would

Only when the Five Pearls of the Divine Clan scattered around have been gathered together can they be qualified to see that clansman. That clansman will definitely not be an outer disciple of the Wuji Sect, and Ye Canghai will never do it for Zifeng because of his face.

Take action.

"Who is he?" Pei Feng was puzzled, but he was sure that Zifeng's identity must be somehow related to him. And he was by no means just an outer disciple of the Wuji Sect. His eyesight

, far more than an ordinary Jindan monk.

Cross-realm cultivation within seven days, is this what ordinary monks dare to think about? Pei Feng looked at the Qi Condensation Technique in his hand, and slowly relaxed his brows. No matter how much thinking he couldn't figure out, it would not help. And the "Wuji" in his hand

"The Art of Cultivation to Immortality" is really before our eyes. This is a timely help.

"The Wuji Sect's Qi Condensation Method!" Pei Feng whispered, and slowly opened the first page of the method. He read carefully from beginning to end, word by word. The deeper he read, the more shocked he was.

strong.

"It is indeed the best Qi Condensation Technique in the Western Region!" Pei Feng couldn't help but praise.

The Qi Condensation Technique can be said to be the most common technique in the world of cultivation. Every sect has Qi Condensation Techniques. The God Clan has a profound heritage and has accumulated many Qi Condensation Techniques over countless years. So Pei Feng is now

Although there is no spiritual power in the body, he has the ability to distinguish the high and low of spells.

"The Wuji Immortal Cultivation Technique" is obviously the most orthodox, most efficient, and most domineering of all the Qi Condensation Techniques he has come into contact with.

"Combined with the abundant spiritual energy here and using this method to practice, the results can be imagined. Compared with Magu Valley, practice here can be at least three times faster. No wonder even the outside disciples of Wuji Sect are all extraordinary in strength.

!”

If he was only 30% sure when he considered using spiritual energy to open his meridians just now, after obtaining the "Wuji Immortal Cultivation Technique", he is now at least 50% sure that he can succeed!

"Senior Brother Zifeng, you have helped me a lot. I just hope... that you are my true friend."

Pei Feng couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the bed. He slowly adjusted his breathing according to the two-exhale and three-inhale method in "The Wuji Cultivation Technique". He made seals with his fingers and ran the exercises, and the pores all over his body were slightly opened.

Then the spiritual energy around him gradually penetrated into his body with his breathing and the pores on his body.

Pei Feng began to circulate the spiritual energy that slowly entered his body according to the path in the spell. Soon the majestic spiritual energy gathered at a blockage in one of his meridians and could no longer move forward. More and more spiritual energy accumulated, and it was actually in his body.

A spiritual power formed in his body. This spiritual power has not yet been refined by him, and it is an uncontrollable force for his body.

If Pei Feng's meridians were clear at this moment, it would be no problem to withstand this spiritual power. But now he is using his spiritual power to forcefully rush his meridians, which is like a sharp knife rushing through his body. This pain is very unbearable. Even if it is

The last step of the forbidden mountain was not as painful as the one he felt at this moment.

"Ah! Ah..." Pei Feng roared countless times, and his whole body was instantly soaked with sweat.

That spiritual power was like a crazy buffalo, constantly rushing into his meridians, one inch, two inches...

As the blocked meridians opened wider and wider, Pei Feng's consciousness began to become increasingly blurred.

There is a dwarf pine tree in Pei Feng's courtyard. Every morning, a spiritual bird will land on this dwarf pine and sing. This day is no exception. The spiritual bird chirped a few times on the top of the pine branch, then landed in the courtyard.

Looking for bugs.

Pei Feng was awakened by the chirping of birds. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed in a strange posture. He twitched his nose slightly and smelled the pungent smell of sweat on his body.

He didn't know how much he had sweated all night, and the Taoist robe on his body had not dried completely yet. Thinking back to what happened before he fell into coma last night, Pei Feng immediately detected his meridians.

As expected, there was still no spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual power compressed last night had long since disappeared. Pei Feng had no choice but to use the internal skill "Chongxu Jing" he had learned in the Wuwei Taoist School to detect it.

, when the internal force circulated in his body and reached the meridian that was impacted yesterday, Pei Feng's eyes suddenly emitted a bright light.

"Is it open? Is it really open?"

Pei Feng suddenly stood up and jumped at the door of the room. He pushed the door open and immersed himself in the morning with the strongest aura of Maya Mountain. He was in a good mood. The corners of his mouth raised and he murmured to himself, "Looks like it, maybe it won't be needed.

Seven days!”
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