Updated: 2012-11-24

The spiritual power gathered in the Niwan Palace, like a gray mist floating.

Zhang He's attention was unprecedentedly focused. His eyes were staring at the pattern. This pattern was extremely complicated, and it was not easy to visualize it smoothly from scratch to the end.

When Zhang He's mental power is circulating and visualizing according to the soul pattern of "controlling objects", he can clearly feel that there is a kind of power in his head that is constantly circulating.

If he could see it, he would see that in the process of his continuous visualization, the gray fog in the Niwan Palace twisted and condensed, and a pattern appeared in the Niwan Palace. This pattern was exactly the same as what he had visualized.

When Zhang He visualized one-third of the pattern, the lines there were extremely fine and complex. Zhang He was dazzled and couldn't help but feel anxious.

Bo~

A gentle sound came from my mind. The pattern gathered in the Niwan Palace had disintegrated and turned into gray mist again, floating quietly inside.

"Huh~ Failure is the mother of success. Don't be discouraged, keep coming." Zhang He frowned slightly, and he let out a long sigh, but felt his heart a little restless.

"Just now, I was too anxious and my heart was not calm. At the critical moment, I should calm down." Zhang He took a deep breath. He knew why he had failed just now. He slowly moved back to the true energy of the spring, reversed the demonic poison of the Crazy Heart Fox, and a stream of clear flowed through his body. He calmed his restless heart quickly.

He tried again from scratch.

As the visualization progressed, the spiritual power in the Niwan Palace slowly gathered together. Gray lines appeared condensingly, and slowly twisted and deformed in the Niwan Palace, forming the beginning of a pattern.

...

"It's too fast, it's easy to have problems, come again!"

...

"The mind still cannot calm down, relax, calm your mind, take your time!"

...

Continuous failures cannot stop Zhang He's enthusiasm. He forgot about time and tried to condense that soul pattern.

Time passes by in a hurry.

It is not easy to condense soul patterns. Zhang He just did what was written in that picture, without anyone to guide him, and it is not surprising that he failed many times.

I don’t know how many failures, but failure has become commonplace in his eyes. However, every time I fail, I can find out my shortcomings and then improve them.

With no distraction and high concentration of spiritual strength, I finally finished the last stroke according to the picture.

Buzz!

Zhang He felt a trembling force coming from his head, like a slight electric current, spreading rapidly across his body.

"The condensation was successful! The soul pattern of objects was controlled and the condensation was successful!" Zhang He silently felt the power of the current. Perhaps he had experienced too many failures in the previous process, which allowed his mood to be constantly tempered, and finally allowed him to remain calm at the moment of success, without sorrow or joy.

In Zhang He's Niwan Palace, a belt floats quietly, with complex runes engraved on it. Those runes are what you see on the visual pattern.

"If you control the soul pattern of objects and successfully condense, you will have the ability to control objects." Zhang He knows the ability to control objects and soul pattern.

His eyes fell on a leaf three feet away in front of him. When his heart moved, the leaf did not respond at all.

"Hmm? Is the range too large?" Zhang He was puzzled. He then focused his attention one foot away from him. With a moving heart, a leaf on the ground floated like lightning.

He felt a little happy and looked at a stone stool beside him. The stone stool moved and floated gently. However, Zhang He felt very difficult.

"The ability to control objects and soul patterns has a range, and the weight of the things raised is also limited. The strength of the spiritual power determines these. The stronger the spiritual power, the larger the range of the objects controlled, and the greater the weight that can be lifted."

This stone bench has fifty kilograms. Zhang He estimated that his current ability to control things can be lifted up to sixty kilograms.

"It's already amazing to control objects and soul patterns!" Zhang He took out a silver needle, and his mind moved, and the silver needle suddenly disappeared. In the surrounding air, you could see silver threads.

"Mental power can control the steering of the silver needle, and it can even offset the air resistance!" Zhang He immediately discovered the key. His silver needle moved at high speed within a range of ten or three feet (more than four meters) around him, but there was no sound.

When an object moves at high speed, it needs to break the air, which creates air resistance and also produces sound. However, this silver needle is silent when it moves at high speed. Moreover, it is so fast that it is scary.

"Mental power can offset air resistance. If... when punching, use the mental power to cooperate, wouldn't it be faster?"

Zhang He immediately tried, he stood up, fisted and kicked his legs.

A black shadow flashed, with no sound. A hint of surprise and joy appeared on Zhang He's face: "Sure enough! After the air resistance was offset by the spiritual power, the speed of attack was faster!"

Zhang He suddenly moved his body and rushed out in an instant.

Eight steps to drive the cicada! In the yard, a body that could only be seen like a phantom rushed out instantly and then came back quickly.

"The speed of body movement has increased by about 20%... And, silently, if I take action behind my back and use my body movement, it will be almost impossible for others to discover it!"

"The method of soul cultivation is indeed very magical!" Zhang He thought to himself. He was happy at this moment.

Buzzing.

Looking at a green-headed fly falling from the teacup beside him, Zhang He waved it out casually.

puff!

A true energy suddenly shot out. Zhang He then realized that the fly seemed to sense the danger and immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

Zhang He's eyes fell on the fly, and the fly was shattered as soon as it flew up.

The expression on Zhang He's face instantly froze.

"Control...the true qi from the body?" Zhang He's eyes rounded, and he looked at his hand incredible sense. The scene just now was played back in his mind.

Zhang He felt unbelievable, and he pointed his finger and a ray of true energy flew out again.

This time, he felt clearly that when the true qi left the body, he could actually sense that wisp of true qi! That feeling... was like running in his body!

"Only people in the Gangqi realm, the true qi turns into Gangqi. Even if they leave the body, they can control Gangqi. Now, I am still in the fourth level of the Zhenwu realm, but I can control Gangqi. Doesn't this mean... I have the same ability as Gangqi realm?"

Zhang He was very surprised.

"The true qi in the violent Qi realm can be emitted from the body. Although it is powerful, every time the true qi leaves the body, it will be a huge loss to itself. Therefore, if people in the violent Qi realm are forced, or if they are confirmed that the true qi can be hit with one blow, they will definitely not be hit with one blow... Now that my true qi is gone, I can control the steering of the true qi. If people are not prepared, they will definitely be hit with one blow!"

Zhang He immediately thought of this terrifying ability and its usefulness in himself.

"Half-step punch, I don't know if I can use this move?" Zhang He suddenly felt his heart moved. If he could use this move in his half-step punch, he could use this move, which was definitely very terrifying!

Zhang He thought about it and wanted to do it.

The true energy moves, and the power rises from the thighs, passes through the waist, and quickly gathers on the arms. The muscles rise, and Zhanghe punches out with a sudden punch.

A ball of white true energy suddenly broke out of the body. Zhang He felt a surge of fatigue. When the true energy was circulating in his body, it was bloody. However, after leaving the body, the reflection of the qi without blood became normal white.

"Oh no! I forgot that my control range can only be within a range of ten or three feet!"

Zhang He immediately controlled the ball of true energy and turned violently.

...

"Today is the thesis conference. Alas, in order to overcome the nightmare technique, the master has never left the gate these days, and he has not stepped in seclusion and practiced in seclusion... It seems that this time the thesis conference can only give up and admit defeat."

Old Man Qin thought to himself.

These days, Zhang He practiced quietly in the yard without letting others disturb him. Apart from eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating, he did not go out at all, nor did he let him disturb him in his yard.

"One hundred thousand gold coins were wasted like this. But... it's good that, if the money is gone, you can make another profit, but if the person is gone, then it's really gone."

Thinking of this, Old Man Qin looked southeast, where the old man's yard was located.

Bang!

There was a dull sound in the yard, and then I saw a courtyard wall collapsed directly.

Old Man Qin's scalp was numb and immediately ran over: "How can he cultivate such a big movement in cultivation? Could someone come to attack?"

He shouted and opened the far door. In the yard, dust was flying, and a familiar figure stood in the middle.

His eyes suddenly widened: "Master?"

When Zhang He walked over, his sleeves floated, and he felt like he was about to fly. What shocked Old Man Qin the most was that he felt a breath from him.

The breath of the soul cultivator!

"This is impossible!" Old Man Qin was extremely shocked.

Zhang He was emitting a strange aura at this moment. When he heard the movement, he immediately calmed down when he saw that Old Man Qin came in.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Old Man Qin saw that Zhang He was unscathed, and immediately came in to ask. He looked at the wall pushing toward him, and his head was full of question marks.

Master has regained his strength?

"Look." Zhang He smiled slightly, and a silver needle beside him floated up.

Old Man Qin was stunned: "This is... the power to control the soul pattern! This... how is this possible!"

A few days ago, Zhang He made little progress in his mental power. Now he actually has soul patterns. Old Man Qin feels that this is a dream!

"It's a long story. However, now I have restrained the Nightmare Technique. After a while, it can be removed." Zhang He breathed, and he suddenly saw many fallen leaves appearing on the ground. He couldn't help but wonder, "Old Qin, what day is today?"

When I started practicing, there were not many fallen leaves. Why are there so many leaves falling now?

"Today is the convention!" Old Man Qin suddenly reacted, slapped his thigh, and said excitedly, "Master, you have to catch up with you now!"

Old Man Qin also realized that Zhang He's condition has recovered now.

"It's been so long for me to practice this time." Zhang He looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but suddenly realize that it was no wonder that the fallen leaves had entered autumn now. The autumn wind blew, and the autumn leaves fell. "The stern autumn is a good time to kill people!"

A cold light flashed in Zhang He's eyes. This time, he wanted to make the people of the Zhao family heartbroken!
Chapter completed!