"Is this the foundation building realm?" Lang Fei looked at his hands and looked around the dormitory. He was at a loss for a moment.
"Eh...it smells so good." Suddenly, a fragrance floated by, and Lang Fei probed his nose and sniffed. "It's fruity!" The faint fragrance entered his nose. The boy first licked his lower lip, and then released his consciousness.
, followed the direction where the scent came from, and saw Xue Ya and Fang Qinghan picking fruits under a snake fruit tree on the mountainside.
"Huh? A cold breath!" Lang Fei was startled, looking left and right attentively, and saw bursts of milky white halo on her skin, which even the lavender palace skirt could not hide, and felt that her breathing was soothing and strong.
It was a big change from what he remembered. Lang Fei knew it in his heart and expected that Fang Qinghan must have advanced to the foundation building realm.
"Why is she so fast? Even if she went back to the mountain and went into seclusion that day, she would have been promoted at the same time as me. How could it be possible that I just woke up and she was already picking fruits with Xue Ya? They looked indifferent and interested.
He was joking, and he didn't look like he had just come out of seclusion. This... what on earth is going on?"
Lang Fei was puzzled, but he didn't know that his body had undergone more changes than the others during the retreat. For spiritual practitioners, the foundation-building pill is just something to improve the body. Once the bones, flesh and blood are strengthened, it is considered a success. But for spiritual practitioners, it is considered a success.
As far as Lang Fei is concerned, as a Qi practitioner, while his body is strengthening, due to the purple Qi, his body is transformed into a structure like the Yuan Fei of heaven and earth in order to store the innate Yuan power. Therefore, his foundation building process
It is more complicated and takes much longer than Fang Qinghan and others.
After thinking for a long time, he still had no clue. In the end, Lang Fei had no choice but to shake his head and forget about the matter.
"By the way, how can the fruity aroma spread so far?" The thief boy touched his nose and smiled helplessly. "Hey! Even dogs' noses are not that sharp."
"Visual vision has become more subtle, and the sense of smell has become more sensitive. What about hearing?" As soon as the thought came to mind, Lang Fei calmed down and listened.
"Huh...huh..." Lang Fei was stunned and thought to himself: "What is this sound?"
His spiritual consciousness passed through the palace door, followed the sound, and flew far away to the south wall of a side hall, where he saw Xiao Bai'er snoring like thunder where the sun was shining.
"This sleepy guy." He smiled angrily. Thinking of this, Lang Fei suddenly felt a sense of hunger in his stomach.
Thinking of this retreat, he didn't know how long it had been. He stretched out his legs and got out of bed. When he was about to step towards the palace door, he suddenly stopped. "You can use the true energy in the foundation building stage, but I don't know if my body is worthy of praise."
place."
Thinking of this, Lang Fei took back his steps again, crossed his jaw, first put his consciousness into his body, and then concentrated his energy as before.
Looking inside, the entire palm, even the wrists, and the acupuncture points on the forearms spurt out several strands of blue light continuously like a beating heart. The traces of purple energy swirling around them move along the meridians and converge in the middle.
Inhale some free purple energy in the arm muscles, and finally gather it all in the palm of your hand.
As the purple energy gathered more and more, Lang Fei felt a swelling feeling in his palm. It was not like before when he had not established the foundation. Although he still had the energy to listen to the tune, it was just a dense purple energy. It was not like
It's so real, just like the real thing, it makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Drink!" In the blink of an eye, all the purple energy in his right arm gathered in the palm of his hand. Lang Fei shouted loudly, lowered one palm, and slapped the ground from a distance.
In an instant, Lang Fei's eyes flashed as a purple light shot out, and in less than a blink of an eye, it burrowed into the ground.
"Drink, drink..." The feeling of exhaustion came over him. Lang Fei gasped violently for a few times. He raised his arms and looked at his hands that were still shaking slightly. Then he stood up and jumped off his gums. He looked down at the ground. He saw an impressive figure on the jade ground.
A round hole half an inch in diameter and short in length. Lang Fei was slightly startled, and gently penetrated with his consciousness. After a moment, he hit the bottom, he stood up suddenly, took a few steps back, and suddenly sat on his gums. But it turned out that his consciousness
Consciousness probed in and plunged down until it was blocked by a rock three feet above the ground.
"This... True Yuan Power?" Lang Fei looked at his hands and shook his head fiercely. "That's not right. Master once said that only in the middle stage of foundation building can the True Yuan Power be released. People in the early stage can only use it in the physical body.
It’s just a thin layer on the surface.”
His thoughts turned around, he frowned, and sat back on his gums again, still using the energy of his left arm as before. The only difference this time was that he applied three points of force and only released some purple energy.
Let it move under the skin. Then, just like before, the purple energy will flow out.
In the blink of an eye, wisps of purple light shot out from the smooth skin of his arm. Then, more and more gathered, and with a snap of a finger, a layer of purple light-filled Yuanli shield was formed. From a distance, it was just as the old Taoist said, and it was the same as the foundation building.
There is no big difference between the chi shields used by people.
"Is it possible that there is no difference between Qi Dao and Shen Dao, a method unique to the Foundation Establishment Realm?" Lang Fei was puzzled. He lowered his head and took a closer look. After looking at it for a long time, he finally discovered a little difference. He had observed it many times before.
The true essence shield of the foundation-building disciples of Danmen is divided into five colors according to the attributes of the spiritual root. With the movement of the mind, the surface of the shield can be extremely smooth, astonishingly hard, hazy like smoke, and soft like cotton. Whether it is strong or soft,
By changing your mind.
But what's different about him is that besides being purple in color, the amethyst shield is made up of countless purple dots densely packed into a honeycomb shape. If you don't look carefully, it's really hard to tell.
"Why is it structured like this? This... can it be defended?" After seeing clearly what the shield looked like, Lang Fei was stunned. He couldn't figure it out, so he had to shake his head and stop thinking about it, and took out a magic sword.
The light of the sword is as thin as cicada wings and as thin as yarn. It is exactly the Sparse Shadow Sword obtained during the Six Meridians Competition.
Holding the sword in his right hand, Lang Fei lightly scratched the surface of the Zixia shield on his left arm.
Silently, a ray of purple light flashed across, and the surface of the shield was just waves. The sword passed by without leaving any trace.
"Uh!" Lang Fei was a little surprised, raised his arm high, and waved downwards fiercely.
With a flash of purple light, countless amethysts on the surface of the shield suddenly vaporized, inflating like a balloon in an instant, and lifted up against the sword blade. After all, the magic sword was very powerful, and it slashed downwards, breaking open one after another.
"Purple Cotton" finally fell on Purple Shield.
"Qiang!" There was a soft sound of gold and iron, purple light flashed, and the sword's power was exhausted. The vaporized purple mist retracted instantly and turned into dots of crystals embedded on the surface of the shield. Lang Fei was surprised, drew his sword and took a closer look.
But the place where the two intersect is smooth and flawless, with no gaps at all.
Lang Fei was taken aback, secretly surprised by the defensive capabilities of this amethyst shield. "It's actually so powerful?"
After the initial surprise, a ray of excitement flashed across his eyes. Gently rolling up his cuffs, Lang Fei pointed his right hand at the ground again, then secretly breathed in, gathering the little bits of purple energy he had just recovered in the palm of his hand.
"Concentrate and meditate, and shape the shape carefully." Having tried the amethyst shield just now, Lang Fei suddenly remembered the art of shaping Qi taught by the old Taoist. Until now, because Qi has no lethality, he has not used it in battles.
However, when he was free, he occasionally indulged in random activities and simulated birds and animals to amuse himself. In private, he once slandered the old Taoist, thinking that the art of shaping Qi was useless.
It was the old Taoist who passed it down to him just to deal with it. Now that the foundation was successfully established, and there was purple innate energy similar to true energy in his body, Lang Fei realized the good intentions of the old Taoist.
As the purple energy accumulates, compresses, and solidifies, a point of shining purple light gradually appears in Lang Fei's palm. As time goes by, the sword body and hilt slowly precipitate. In the end, using the palm of his hand as the focus,
A delicate sword with brilliant purple light slowly hovered in the air.
"Hahaha." Lang Fei opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him, his face was overjoyed, then he turned his backhand, held the sword in his hand, and lightly slashed towards the wooden chair beside him.
"Chi!" After a clear sound, the wooden chair did not move at all. Lang Fei stepped forward, touched it with his left hand, and with a "pull" sound, the wooden chair cracked in the middle and broke into two parts.
Lang Fei raised his sword in front of him, looked at it front and back, and then without stopping, he set off to a stone table, looked at the bronze mirror on the table, suddenly held the sword in his hand, and made a gentle stroke forward.
"Click! Click..." There was a crisp sound, followed by a harsh noise. The upper surface of the bronze mirror suddenly tilted, suddenly fell into the dust, and made a muffled sound when it fell on the stone table.
"Okay, okay, okay." Lang Fei said the word "good" three times in succession. He looked closely at the amethyst dagger. The blade was smooth and not curled, and there was no chip at the point where it connected with the bronze mirror. "In terms of sharpness alone, it is worth mentioning.
Better than a divine weapon."
After saying that, Lang Fei drew his sword in his hand, bent his right arm, and suddenly threw it forward.
With a "swish" sound, a ray of purple light flew past and penetrated into the corner wall half a foot deep, leaving only the hilt of the sword exposed.
After a snap of his fingers, the purple energy dissipated, leaving no trace of the dagger, leaving only a small hole as wide as a willow leaf nailed into the wall.
"Why is the power so much weaker now?" Lang Fei frowned and couldn't think of a reason. At first, the purple blade he swung towards the ground clearly penetrated the rock formation for more than three feet, but just now the dagger only just penetrated the rock formation for more than three feet.
Submerged within one foot. Comparing the two, the difference in power is more than thirty times.
After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Lang Fei looked at his right hand. A wisp of purple energy passed through the priceless bead sealed by Yun Chanyi, and flowed into his arm driven by his inner breath. In a short period of time, he had recovered three points of his energy.
"Could it be that the purple energy is not enough?" With a thought, Lang Fei raised his left hand slightly, took a brief look, then sat down cross-legged, breathed in, transferred the energy of his left arm, and gathered it in the palm of his left hand. Just like at the beginning.
, Lang Fei continued to compress the endless stream of purple energy gathered from his entire left arm. At the same time, he stared at the palm of his hand with his inner eye, not daring to relax at all.
"Drink!" Just as the prospect reappeared, Lang Fei only had time to shape the purple Yuan Power into a spear tip, but he couldn't bear the pain in his palm, and subconsciously shot the condensed Yuan Power toward the ground.
"Chi..." A purple light shot out, and a hole suddenly appeared in the ground. Lang Fei took a breath and used his spiritual consciousness to measure, and found that the distance the purple light broke through the rock formation was very similar to the previous time, still more than three feet.