46 Xiuwei Dajin

Wang Fan explored the storage bag and found many precious things. His excited face turned red.

"Spirit stone, spirit sword, rune seal, bundled fairy rope, all of them are good things. I don't know what kind of surprise these bottles and cans can bring to me?" He thought happily and put all the things that didn't need personal storage back into the storage bag.

Dozens of jade bottles were quietly piled up in **, emitting a faint light. Wang Fan smiled, but he had seen the scene of the "tree man" smelling the medicine and fell down, and he did not dare to be too careless, so he decided to shut down every time he pulled out the cork.

"Spiritual solution, or spiritual solution." He closed his breath and opened more than a dozen bottles, and found that it was full of lotion, which made him disappointed: "At least a bottle of spiritual elixir!"

But until the end, he didn't achieve what he wanted. Twenty-three bottles were all washing liquid: "This foundation monk must love bathing and crazy, otherwise how can he carry so much washing liquid with him?"

He didn't know that the ordinary washing liquid to help the monks during the Qi practice period is easy to get, but the best washing liquid to help the foundation monks is extremely rare. This foundation monk can treasure so much, which is already an a different number.

"It's okay. There are so many lotions to use, but it saves a few grains of elixir." He finally found a reason to persuade himself.

Since then, his life has become more regular. He went up early to the back mountain to practice "King Kong Refining Body Decision", running "Dead Wood Meet Spring" to stimulate the wood aura, and then running the other four skills for a few weeks to balance the five auras, and then then practicing "King Kong Refining Body Decision", but in addition to this intense practice, He has an extra hobby: taking a bath.

At night, he immerses himself in a water tank, sometimes even overnight.

The effect of such a superb lotion is naturally obvious. His body is stronger, his skin is more crystal, and his reaction is more agile. Walking in the mountains, he can even feel how every trace of wind blows, diagonally, sideways or straight.

When doing work, the pores are more open than before, and the speed of absorbing Reiki is faster. It seems that it used to eat with one mouth, but now it suddenly becomes two mouths. In the past, you can eat full in an hour, but now half an hour is enough. Naturally, the time saved cannot be wasted. The more diligent the practice of "King Kong Refinement" is, which is more exciting. The more wood aura the body absorbs.

With the strengthening of physical strength and flexibility, some refining methods that he did not dare to use, such as iron sand bathing and crushing the body, he also began to use it slowly. Although the iron sand was replaced with yellow sand, the continuous squirming of burying the whole body in it still made him painful and itchy, especially the occasional sharp stones in the sand. He is often cut full of blood.

In addition to thinking, he did not forget the practice of the blade. Daggers, sleeve arrows, especially bundling fairy ropes, have been practiced to perfection. As long as he touches his waist, he can tie the enemy's hands and feet with one thought.

Once again, he tied up the imaginary enemy. Wang Fan walked over to untie the rope and said secretly, "It would be great if he could use spiritual power. With one idea, the spiritual power is directly stimulated, and he doesn't throw his hand to solve it at all." Thinking of him, he deliberately controlled the bundling of fairy ropes.

It has been more than half a year since the last cultivation test. In addition to the nearly two months spent on hunting tarantulas, he has been practicing seriously for more than five months. Even if the last time, as Li Shunzi said, his cultivation has exceeded the first layer of Qi, and he is rushing to the second layer of Qi practice. Five months of practice can't make him reach the third level of Qi. .

But a miracle appeared, and the bundle of fairy rope actually moved.

Wang Fan was surprised and happy. He quickly concentrated all his strength and tied up the fairy rope and flew away.

"Spiritual power, I have spiritual power." He was overjoyed and laughed, "I can finally practice Spiritual Control."

"Spiritual Control" is his secret of eating black. It mainly explains how to use spiritual power, including several spells. For example, there is a golden fist, jade and gravel fist. When punching, the spiritual power flies out with the fist and hits the target in the shape of a fist, which is more powerful than a simple fist. Several times, and it can attack remotely, it is a very suitable boxing skill for him; there is also a flame skill, which is to release the fire aura to form a flame, which is also very powerful, and it is not extinguished by ordinary water. There is also a soil subsidence technique, which will suddenly become soft within the scope of the spiritual power of the magician, whether it is a desert or a rock. Once people fall into it, just like entering the swamp, they will slowly fall into it.

"What I lack now is not martial arts, Taoism, and spiritual power." He laughed for a while and regained his clarity: "We still need to practice hard to make the spiritual power more pure and deeper."

What people are most afraid of is not failure, not continuous blows and ridicule, but not seeing the dawn and hope. Once hope is in front of them, everyone will forget fatigue and work hard.

Wang Fan is in this inexplicable excitement. He works tirelessly. Even Yuan Hong rarely sees him. Even if he sees him and can't say three words, he will be driven away by him.

On this day, Wang Fan was planning to rush to the back mountain when he saw Yuan Hong running anxiously: "Mr. Wang, are you still in the mood to run to the back mountain? The old man of the Lin family is coming to ask for guilt!"

"Is it a crime?" Wang Fan frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "What does it have to do with me? He is not in the same group with us. If you have something to do, you can find Xiao Mei and Baishan!"

"I've been asking for a day yesterday. I heard that the old man's beard has been upturned. Today, I want to ask our group, you have to go!" Yuan Hong came to him and dared to testify.

Wang Fan was at the critical moment of practicing. He didn't want to waste time, but when he thought that his grandson had died, it was also appropriate to find out the situation. Besides, with the colored butterfly, he had nothing to do.

It has been a year and a half since he came to Lingxiao Pavilion. This is the second time he walked into Jiang's yard. The last time, he was trembling and afraid of being swept out of the house, but this time he was frank and fearless.

He saluted with everyone. Wang Fan looked up and saw an old man with a white beard sitting on his head with a gloomy face, while the steward Yijiang sat aside and was careful.

"Is that the group of people you rushed to save in time?" Mr. Lin said loudly in a loud voice.

"It's the junior." Caidie is the leader of this group. Naturally, it is up to her to answer. She is very harsh, and she carefully explains the whole process. Of course, the place in the province is still omitted. Anyway, from Caidie's words, we can know how much she cares about her peers and how willing to die for her peers.

"So our friendship is so deep? I really didn't feel it before!" Wang Fan was secretly funny, but he kept bowing and listening.

"That means that my grandson was dead when you went there." Mr. Lin shouted, "What did the man say yesterday that he was still alive when you went there? It was you who hesitated to lead to the tragic death of my grandson, didn't you?