Late at night, in the courtyard of Yan Kuan's house, the little boy sat alone in front of the stone table, playing with the Bagua box he got during the day.
"It's strange. I can clearly feel that this thing contains extremely powerful energy, but why can't it be activated? Is the divine thing self-obstructed?"
Yan Kuan tried to move the slider on the Bagua box, but for some reason, even if he exhausted all his strength, he couldn't move it at all. You must know that his current strength is much more terrifying than ordinary people. He can move a half-meter stone cylinder with one hand.
I can lift but cannot twist the slider of the Bagua box. This situation is absolutely abnormal.
Yan Kuan diverged his mind and tried other methods. Before his father and mother went to bed, he specially used Dou Qi to relax them. They were both sleeping deeply now. Even if he demolished the house, they would not be able to wake up.
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"Is it necessary to shed blood to recognize the master? Or is it necessary to infuse energy?"
Yan Kuan suddenly thought of many common plots in novels. In his first life, he liked to read novels. He had dabbled in things like the Panlong that covers the sky and the Douluo. This kind of situation is very common in novels.
It's common. And there is also such a memory in the inheritance of Emperor Yan that he received.
"Hiss! It hurts so much!"
Yan Kuan stretched out his hand and lightly scratched his index finger with his thumb. A drop of blood like red agate accurately fell on the yin and yang diagram in the center of the Bagua box. After he quickly stopped the bleeding, he quickly lowered his head and looked at the Bagua box. Unfortunately, he looked at it for a long time.
Nothing has changed.
"I really want to tear you apart."
Yan Kuan's face was a little dark. Even though he knew that this thing in front of him was a treasure, he felt very angry. A genius like himself, who was obviously the 'protagonist', had already appeared on the stage. This treasure couldn't be self-conscious and accept it as its master. Why did it need him?
It takes so much effort.
However, after living for several lifetimes, he has matured his outlook on life. Although he is still affected by his body and occasionally behaves childishly, he knows what he should do at the moment. Since it is useless to shed blood to identify the master, he can only try
Infuse energy.
A trace of flame was held in the palm of his hand but not released. The fighting spirit in Yan Kuan's body slowly entered the Bagua box. However, to his disappointment, nearly ten minutes passed. The Bagua box was
No reaction at all.
"Could it be that I guessed wrong? Or does it require some special secret method? If that's the case, then I just hope for nothing."
Yan Kuan was a little depressed and was about to put down the treasure box. At this time, the silver moon in the sky appeared from behind the clouds, and a trace of moonlight fell on the courtyard. When the moonlight fell on the treasure box, a sudden change occurred, and countless moonlight
The power gathered quickly.
"This thing has the function of gathering energy."
Yan Kuan's eyes were full of surprises. He was holding the treasure box and preparing to observe it for a while, when the bright silver moonlight quietly converged and finally disappeared. Everything just now seemed like a dream.
"It requires energy to start in order to attract energy? Could it be said to be an array?"
After tinkering for a while, Yan Kuan finally figured out some of the functions of the Bagua Box. When he injects energy into it, it can draw spiritual energy.
And in this almost demon-free era, there is still a small amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth in the sun and the moon.
Yan Kuan has tried to practice under the bright sun before, but it is probably because the sun is too far away from the Blue Star, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in the sunlight is extremely rare. It only has some effects on bright sunny days, so it is not as good as if he was driving
I'm practicing on a gas stove.
However, the Yuehua spiritual energy drawn by the Bagua box just now is quite pure, which can speed up Yan Kuan's cultivation a lot.
"Although I haven't figured out what this thing is yet, it is pretty good if it can have the effect of a spirit gathering array. It would be even better if I don't need to actively inject energy into it."
Yan Kuan thought rather greedily in his heart, and then he sat cross-legged in the courtyard with the Bagua box in his arms, and started practicing in the courtyard. The bright moonlight fell on him, as if covering him with a layer of silver.
Shayi.
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Time is like water, always passing by inadvertently, especially for Yan Kuan who is addicted to cultivation and cannot extricate himself.
It turned out that when he was three years old, Mr. Yan and Ms. Xiao were planning to enroll him in kindergarten, but Yan Kuan later convinced them with unusual wisdom, so he was free until elementary school.
Since getting the Bagua Box, Yan Kuan has been practicing day and night. Guan Kong would slip out of his parents' sight to bask in the sun or admire the moon. After being sneaky for more than half a year, he finally reached the ninth level of fighting spirit and was able to attack.
The vindictiveness swirled.
Today was a beautiful spring day. Yan Kuan sent his parents out early to go shopping and basked in the sun alone in the yard.
The warm and soft sunlight continued to penetrate Yan Kuan's body, and traces of golden-red air currents traveled around his body. These air currents continued to travel through the meridians in his body, and finally gathered at the Dantian.
Around Yan Kuan, circles of golden light continued to ripple, forming a rather obvious vortex with him as the center, and the Bagua Box in his arms was also constantly emitting magical light.
The Dou Qi in Yan Kuan's body continued to expand and converge to a point where the white and red Dou Qi had reached a critical point that could not be increased, but he was still absorbing energy from the outside world.
The impact of the nine-level Dou Qi on the fighter is a crucial stage in the cultivation of Dou Qi continent. Once the impact fails and the energy in the body collapses, most of the Dou Qi will dissipate. Many people fail to impact and directly fall to the eighth or even seventh level.
Yan Kuan didn't want to do it all over again, so he could only take a risk and compress more energy to increase the success rate. Under limited conditions, he could only do this.
After he felt that the energy in his body had reached its limit, he took a deep breath and adjusted himself. The handprints suddenly changed, with the index and thumb connecting, the middle fingers touching each other, and the ten fingers forming a strange mudra.
Along with the changes in Yan Kuan's hand seals, the surging fighting spirit in his body shrank toward his Dantian at a rapid speed, as if being subjected to a violent suction force.
The white and red Dou Qi gradually turned white and red, and his mind and thoughts sank into his Dantian, pulling the energy to compress and form a cycle.
Naturally, this process was not so smooth. He could feel the resistance of the fighting spirit in his body, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Yan Kuan's forehead.
At this moment, the Bagua box in his arms suddenly lit up, and a ray of light rushed into his Dantian. The resistance from the fighting spirit disappeared instantly. Yan Kuan only felt as if something in his body had been opened, a nebula-like cloud.
A fiery red light group appeared at the Dantian.
"The red Dantian has this kind of whirlpool of fighting spirit?"
Yan Kuan's mind suddenly relaxed at the moment when the whirlpool of Dou Qi was successfully condensed, but the moment before his consciousness dispersed, he caught a glimpse of his Dantian taking the shape of a red flame, which was different from the Cyclone of Dou Qi he inherited.