Late at night, the back mountain of Shura Academy was roaring from time to time. The breeze blew, and the friction between the leaves made a rustling sound. The noise of insects made the night, which was missing, seemingly lonely.
Han Mo sat cross-legged on the branch of a big tree, holding the Huatian practice technique in his hand. His dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to glow in the dark night. The scroll in his hand faintly exhaled a breath of turbid air after a while and said, "It's indeed a magical technique. You can still practice like this. With such a way of cultivation, these academies can't even be strong."
The magical art of Huatian is the practice technique given to Han Mo by Dean Shura. It is said that the magic core of the monster can be directly refined in a special way, and the cultivation speed is more than several times faster than usual.
Han Mo flipped his right hand and three first-level monsters' magic cores flashed out. Although these three magic cores do not look like they contain a lot of energy. The magic core is like the soul crystal of a human being, which is the essence of life's energy, so a magic core is all the energy of a monster.
Han Mo did not hesitate too much, slowly closed his eyes, held three first-level magic cores in his hands with both hands. As his consciousness entered a state of meditation, Han Mo also awkwardly used the Huatian Technique. Han Mo had no idea what to do with the first time using Han Mo.
With the use of the magical art of Huatian, Han Mo could clearly feel a heat flow directly into his body from his hands, then lingering throughout his body and blending into his blood.
This feeling was repeated all the time. Han Mo knew that this must be the reason for the magical art of Transformation. At this time, the energy in the magic core was probably refined by a special method.
As time went by, Han Mo discovered another strange thing, that is, the energy in the magic core seemed to not be able to merge with the Dou Qi after entering his body. No matter how Han Mo squeezed it, the energy was still energy, and Dou Qi was still Dou Qi.
Han Mo couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in his heart. Will such an existence affect the performance of his strength?
Although he was confused, he did not meet the speed of refining. There was a lot of energy in these three seemingly inconspicuous magic cores. Han Mo absorbed them for a long time and seemed to have not reduced much.
"This speed is not much faster?" Han Mo murmured with some confusion. This kind of practice is faster than the fighting spirit absorbed by his meditation, but it is not as magical as mentioned in the martial arts.
"Is it because I am not skilled or because I am poor in my strength?" Jiu Si was fruitless, and Han Mo didn't know what was going on, but there were only these two possibilities.
The boring cultivation has been going on. Han Mo didn't know how long it had passed. The three first-level magic cores in his hand became extremely small after energy consumption, and they were about to disappear.
"Huh~" Han Mo exhaled a breath of turbid air, glanced at the shriveled magic core in his hand, and whispered: "Oh, the three magic cores were used up like this, I didn't expect it to be so useless."
Fortunately, no one heard Han Mo's words, otherwise he would have been angry to death. It was not that these three magic cores were useless, but that Han Mo's absorption speed was more than the previous generation faster than ordinary people. The reason why Han Mo felt that the speed was slow was because Han Mo absorbed Dou Qi very quickly during meditation. I guess Han Mo felt that the Huatian Technique was only a little faster.
Shen Shen felt it, and a trace of arc curled up in the corner of Han Mo's mouth. After practicing for so long, he finally reached the bottleneck of the One Yuan Martial Artist. Han Mo hesitated and flipped his hand. The previous second-level monster's magic core flashed out.
"Whether you can break through the past in one breath depends on you." Han Mo looked at the magic core that was half the size of a fist in his hand, and said with a firm expression. Then he did not hesitate and closed his eyes and calmed down again.
This second-level magic core is different. Han Mo could clearly feel the energy inside, which was probably worth dozens of first-level magic cores.
Han Mo held the magic core in his hand and quickly absorbed the energy in the magic core. Before he knew it, the fighting spirit around him was driven and quickly gathered towards Han Mo's body. Han Mo did not stop him and actually absorbed two types of energy at once.
This time, Han Mo made up his mind to break through the threshold of a one-yuan martial artist. The teacher also said that if he wanted to break through to a two-yuan martial artist, it would take at least a few days to gather energy. However, with the help of these magic cores, Han Mo was confident to make a comeback.
As the energy absorption increased, Han Mo finally touched the threshold of the binary martial artist, but just as he was about to rush over in one breath, the fighting spirit around him suddenly fluctuated violently.
Seeing this, Han Mo frowned and felt shocked. There are only two possibilities that can influence the surrounding fighting spirit at will. The first possibility is that someone is breaking through. Obviously, this person is not Han Mo, because Han Mo has not yet made any impact. Han Mo was surprised that this second one is that someone is using extremely strong combat skills, because the fluctuations suddenly appear, and the latter is very likely.
"Is it because someone is fighting nearby?" Han Mo felt speechless. There was no way to fight wherever he couldn't fight. He wanted to fight here, but he still had to break through...
"Seeing this situation, the combat skills should not be formed yet. Take advantage of the time to break through the past." Han Mo thought in his mind that if he didn't break through now, the fluctuations in the fighting spirit would increase later, and Han Mo would most likely retreat to the bottleneck, which would be a big loss.
Han Mo hurriedly increased the absorption force, and his already saturated body continued to absorb this energy. Because the Dou Qi could not be sucked into his body, countless Dou Qi turned into water mist, wandering beside Han Mo, covering Han Mo.
Han Mo's energy absorption speed is getting faster, but those who use combat skills in the distance are also speeding up to brew combat skills, and the fluctuations of fighting spirit are getting bigger and bigger. Han Mo and the person who use combat skills form two sides to compete for combat energy.
"Damn, it's not safe to break through. Which grandson is causing trouble?" Han Mo's attack was disturbed again, and he suddenly felt a lot of unhappiness.
Seeing that the energy on the magic core became weak, Han Mo began to feel anxious. If the impact was cut off like this, the fighting spirit needed for the next breakthrough would be more, just like this time the bottleneck was expanded, and the next time, it would naturally require more fighting spirit.
"Grandmaster, don't rob me of fighting if you have a genital." Han Mo cursed angrily. Han Mo had been angry for a long time and wandered on the threshold of the dual-original martial artist for a long time, but he just couldn't step in.
At this moment, suddenly, a trembling sound in the distance, a flash of light flashed, followed by a huge roar, and a ball of flame rushed straight into the sky. Although Han Mo did not open his eyes, the information from his spiritual sense had already outlined the scenes from the outside world in his mind.
After the roar sounded, Han Mo's frown suddenly stretched out. Without the fighting spirit of others, the fighting spirit around him suddenly rushed over.
"Drink!" Han Mo let out a light shout from his throat, and a non-existent "pop" sound rang out.
After a while, Han Mo slowly opened his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes also looked into the distance, where a body shot rapidly.