When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the hut, the whole house suddenly felt unprecedented warmth.
The hut was filled with strange blue airflow, and there were many micro particles in the airflow, all of which entered the head of the boy sitting cross-legged.
This young man is Feng Han, the protagonist who was laughed at by the entire Feng family. At this moment, after a night of cultivation, he is now moving towards the first-class spiritual power. The blue air flow around the house is the spiritual power of the spiritual power continent.
When the blue spiritual energy silently entered Fenghan's body, it was then dispersed by the white air flow in the body, and then the color slowly faded, just like a child finding his mother, fusing with the white air flow, regardless of you and me.
A continuous stream of white air formed a cyclone, which was the size of a fingertip and slowly circled in the lower abdomen.
"Boy, gather all night's spiritual energy and try to rush towards the Dantian."
Hearing what the old man said, Feng Han closed his eyes and said softly, then he slowly pressed his hands down from the middle toward his lower abdomen, and the cyclone in his body also pressed down a little bit until the dantian stopped.
"hiss!"
The pain of thrusting made Fenghan unable to bear it, and sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
The old man frowned slightly, and then quickly said to him: "Hold on it, it will allow you to quickly break through the dantian, rather than letting you slow down. As I said, sprint with all your strength."
"Um!"
Feng Han nodded, and the cyclone stopped at the dantian. As soon as he touched the dantian, he felt the thrust and pain. First, he touched it a few slight times to numb the pain. Then, a roar burst out from his mouth and said angrily: "Break it for me!"
"boom!!"
The cyclone directly broke through and entered the dantian, causing it to rage into the dantian. All the impurities in the dantian were called to be excluded, and then they took root and settled down.
The removal of impurities made Feng Han's body appear black, and a stinking smell emanated. The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, boy, you have finally entered the first-grade spiritual communication." With a wave of one hand, all the impurities were removed by the old man.
Feng Han grinned in the pain. Although his expression was so bitter, his heart was as sweet as a flower. Since he was young, he had found a waste of kid who could not communicate with others in the family test. His adoptive father's neglect, his clan members pointed and pointed at him, and sometimes he even asked a name to mock him, which made him feel countless grievances and often wiped his tears secretly.
Now, he was excited and excited. With a slight luck, he felt the cyclone in his dantian beating, and then, a stream of surging power surged out, making him feel energetic.
The corners of his mouth raised, and he even thought to himself: "Hmph, I can practice now, I see if you dare to say that I am a useless person in the future."
"Boy, this is just a first-class spiritual communication, and you will be proud of yourself. However, your physique has been transformed by the key of justice, making your body perfect. One night, you first sense the spiritual energy, and then communicate with the spiritual communication in one fell swoop, which is also a kind of genius." Seeing Feng Han's proud look, the old man knocked indirectly.
Feng Han smiled and said, "Don't worry!"
"This is the best. You can understand your youth and frivolity, so don't be arrogant."
"Old man, how long did you take to practice the first-grade spiritual practice?" Although I don't know how powerful the mysterious old man in front of me was, Feng Han was not stupid. When I was sensing just now, a powerful force suddenly poured into my body. He couldn't understand that the mysterious old man in this key was absolutely powerful when he had not lost his body.
When the old man heard Feng Han’s question, he smiled happily, and then said, “You are smart, I don’t tell you if you want to know.”
"Haha!" Feng Han smiled. He knew that the old man would say this for a long time, but in fact, he didn't really want to know it. However, he then looked up at the old man in the illusion and frowned and thought deeply, so that the old man could see clearly, but he didn't speak.
"Old man, just say what conditions you have. The kid can practice is all your help." Feng Han thought about it, and asked the old man. The old man helped him practice, which must be something, otherwise he would not have helped him.
When the old man heard this, he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, good boy, I really did not misunderstand you. I am very clever. Since this is the case, I will not stumble. My name is Luo Yan. I just told you that you just now. You should call me Mr. Luo in the future. You also saw that I was ambushed by my enemies and had no body. Even my soul is weak, not one-tenth of the glorious time."
"Old Luo, what kind of strength do you have? Is it the Spirit Emperor?" Feng Han suddenly asked. He had heard from the clansmen that the elders of the family had a first-grade spiritual king. At that time, Feng Han wanted to become a strong man like the Great Elder, but he didn't know that there was a Spirit Emperor above the Spirit King, and in the huge Kaitian Empire, there was only one Spirit Emperor, and even the royal family of the empire had to worship him. Therefore, he believed that Luo Yan must be a great figure in the Spirit Emperor's cultivation.
When he heard Feng Han ask, Old Luo hummed disdainfully and said in a arrogant attitude of looking down on the world: "Spirit Emperor, I can destroy it with my hands. As for my strength, as long as you know, the Spirit Emperor is also an ant in my eyes."
"oh."
"Boy, if you have my help, you will definitely be able to attack the Spirit Emperor within three years and a higher existence within ten years. And you only need to help me find the holy medicine to restore my soul?" Mr. Luo finally expressed his true purpose, and Feng Han also understood. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Mr. Luo, I don't know what a holy medicine is, right?"
"Haha, on the spiritual continent, medicines are divided into one to nine lines, and nine lines are holy medicines, which are generally extremely rare and rare herbs." Mr. Luo explained.
Feng Han nodded in understanding, and after seeing it, Mr. Luo said, "Boy, with your current first-grade psychic strength, even if you fight with second-grade psychics, the outcome will be a matter of 50%."
"Ah?" Mr. Luo said surprised Feng Han, and he quickly asked, "Why?"
"Because your physique is transformed by the key to justice, I checked it just now. The cyclone in your dantian is twice as good as the normal first-grade psychics. Therefore, when you compete with the second-grade psychics, the winner is 55. If you have good combat skills, you will be more challenging than the level, and it will be no longer a problem."
Feng Han heard what Mr. Luo mentioned, but he knew that there were different types of combat skills, including fists, feet, palms, etc. The Feng family had seen them, but they were all low-level ones. Suddenly, he had a sudden inspiration and said to Mr. Luo with a smile: "Mr. Luo, do you have any powerful combat skills?"
Mr. Luo understood what Fenghan meant, so he said, "Boy, I have a lot of combat skills here, most of which are five stars or more. It's not impossible to practice. Our deal..."
"I understand, understand, please don't worry, Mr. Luo. Only if you let the kid practice, he can stand up and live in the future. Even if you don't say it, the kid will definitely travel thousands of miles to find the holy medicine to restore his soul."
Mr. Luo smiled and said, "Okay, just your boy's words, then our deal will officially take effect today, but?" A slight frowning made Feng Han feel shocked, and he quickly asked, "But what, Mr. Luo?"
"I can teach you combat skills, but I don't have ones below five stars, and you are only a first-class spiritual master now. Let's do this, and you can only practice when you break through the Spirit-Summoning Stage."
When Feng Han heard this, he looked disappointed. When Mr. Luo saw it, he smiled and said, "Don't look depressed. With me here, you will be able to impact the spirits in less than two months, so that you can't do it?"
Feng Han immediately laughed when he heard this. All he wanted was Mr. Luo's guarantee. If Mr. Luo had no guidance, it would be difficult to break through the call to summon spirits, and time would be consumed. Now that there is a strong teacher around him, resources cannot be wasted.
"You little brat, I really didn't realize it at first. It turned out to be full of scrupulousness." What kind of character is Mr. Luo? He doesn't know Feng Han's intention. However, this is what he is going to use, so why not do it!
After getting off the bed, he moved his muscles and bones. Mr. Luo went directly into the key to justice. Feng Han picked up the key to justice and looked back and forth, then tied it up with a rope and hung it on his chest. The practice for the whole night did not make him feel tired, so he opened the door of the room and walked out.
While there are not many people in the morning, Feng Han wants to go to the training ground to test how strong his strength is. As Mr. Luo said, a first-grade psychic self can fight with a second-grade psychic.
The Feng family's cultivation ground was not small, and there were no people early in the morning. Feng Han came to the wooden stake and punched him without any nonsense. He saw the wooden stake flying backwards and hitting the ground hard, with a long trace spiked.
Being able to knock down a wooden stake proves that he has the strength of a first-grade psychic, and he can break the iron-wrapped wooden stake. Moreover, the iron sheet on the surface is also curved, which proves that he has reached the second-grade psychic. There is also the simplest way to test it, so he uses the test spirit bead. However, Fenghan does not want people to know that he can practice, so he has to use the former method.
I left the training ground in a good mood, and after eating in the cafeteria, I went to the backyard of the kitchen to chop wood. When I held the axe, the previous feeling of difficulty was gone. Instead, I was relaxed and relaxed, and I threw the axe with one hand and played with it with one hand.
Feng Han smiled and said to himself: "This is the benefit of cultivation, it's so cool."
A large pile of firewood used to take two hours to complete, but now, it was all done in less than half an hour. I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction, then put down the axe in my hand and left the kitchen backyard. As soon as I arrived at the front yard, I called him down.
"Master Feng, where are you going?"
When Feng Han heard this sound, he smiled upwards, and turned his head to look at Feng Er, who was big and round, and walked towards him with a swagger, with a burst of ridicule on his face.
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