008 cyan flame

Seeing Yang Zifan cutting up the pine tree in a muffled voice, Qinglin was a little worried and continued, "Brother, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will soon surpass him."

"Really?"

Yang Zifan looked up at Qinglin and asked.

Qinglin nodded and chose a nearby pine tree with her own firewood knife and cut it up. Her hand fell, and the sound of the knife broke into the air, "Papa!" Three times, one fell down.

Yang Zifan "bang..." After cutting more than ten times, he could only make a one-size cut on the pine tree. He had been cutting his head for more than half an hour. His whole body was sweating profusely and his hands and feet were numb, so he barely cut an inch-sized cut on the pine tree.

Qinglin really couldn't stand it and smiled, "When are you going to cut like this... Master said that you have reached the realm of the spiritual virtual period, and you should use your strength to adjust the real elements in Zifu to your hands with spiritual consciousness, and try to fill your arms!"

"Good!" Yang Zifan responded and slowly turned the heart of the nine-leaf green lotus in his body. The Zhenyuan in the purple house rippled around through the completely open leaf veins. Yang Zifan tried to control these turbulent cyan Zhenyuan with his spiritual senses according to Qinglin.

When his spiritual sense sank into Zhenyuan, Yang Zifan suddenly felt that Zifu was shocked. The white Zhenyuan mixed with the cyan Zhenyuan obeyed his order and rushed into the firewood knife.

Yang Zifan's face darkened and controlled the firewood knife to cut down the pine tree in front of him.

When the firewood knife in his hand collided with the pine tree, the Zhenyuan in his body seemed to find a pouring gate and poured into the firewood knife.

In an instant, the whole firewood knife turned green, and a white light flashed in the center of the middle of the knife, and the firewood knife returned to its original state.

Although there are many of these changes, they are only between electric lights and stones. No one except Yang Zifan noticed it.

Only hearing a muffled sound, Yang Zifan was stunned. The pine tree cut by the firewood knife seemed to have been blown by a breeze and shook slightly. Not to mention cut down, even the knife marks did not leave anything on the rough pine bark.

In contrast to the firewood knife in his hand, there was a more than three-point opening in the knife in contact with the pine tree, which was broken by the pine tree.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Zifan looked at the Qinglin beside him doubtfully.

Qinglin also had an unclear expression. He thought for a moment and looked at him with your pitiful eyes. For a long time, he shook his head and came to a conclusion: "Little brother, you have nothing to eat today."

"Ah!" Yang Zifan looked more doubtfully at the broken firewood knife in his hand. What was really not in a dream, and touched the pine tree that had been cut hard by him with his hand. It was still the same and there was no response.

Looking inside and looking at his purple mansion, the dense Zhenyuan accumulated in the purple mansion almost disappeared. Replaced with a layer of light cyan Zhenyuan into the sea of gas little by little from the tip of the open lotus petals.

For a moment, Yang Zifan shouted in his heart, "What a book of death! Exhausted Zifu Zhenyuan can't even cut down a pine tree..."

dragged his tired body back to Cuiyunping Ginkgo Residence (there is a ginkgo in the yard, which is called.) At that time, at noon, Qinglin walked in the direction of Cuiyuntang without a word.

Yang Zifan looked at her faraway back, sighed, and looked at his hands. If Qinglin hadn't helped cut down the pine tree and he was still stuck in the mountain forest, why on earth?

The mortal book doesn't seem to be as magical as I imagined.

"Alas!" He sighed and tried to throw these thoughts far away, and then put his right hand on the stone beside him in a completely relaxed and careless posture, and subconsciously carried Professor Qinglin's air method in Zifu.

That moment seemed to be forever.

Yang Zifan was very sorry and was naturally ready to accept his disappointment, and then a warm feeling came from the palm of his hand.

That's it, gently and slightly. Like the heat of the candlelight that had just lit, the five-meter mountain stone burned up. When a trace of light blue lit up in Yang Zifan's hand, it burned up without warning and burned into ashes in a blink of an eye.

Yang Zifan looked at his palm in surprise and didn't believe that he made it himself. Looking down, the black marks left by the burning stones on the ground are so obvious.

His heart beat wildly and he was ecstatic. He quickly tried again and urged the light blue Zhenyuan in his body to pour into his fingertips with spiritual consciousness, and immediately held out a weak cyan flame in his hand.

This flame was as light as green smoke, as soft as willow branches, and fell with the wind. Although the flame was very small, it seemed to have infinite power, which made Yang Zifan feel a real sense of security. He raised his palm in front of him and looked at it obsessively.

At this time.

"Little brother, you are here! Let me find it." Gu Ming's voice came from my ear.

Yang Zifan suddenly woke up, quickly put away the flame in his hand, and casually kicked the black ash left by the burning stone at his feet to the grass.

Then he looked up in the direction of the sound.

not far away, Gu Ming hurried over at the door of the corridor.

"Little brother, why don't you go back to Ginkgoyuan early after morning class?"

Yang Zifan grabbed his head and said helplessly, "Senior Qinglin has left. I can't find the way."

Gu Ming smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll take you there now. After eating, there will be lunch in the afternoon."

"Do you still have homework?" Yang Zifan was shocked. He was half tired to death when he cut down trees in the morning. This is not life-threatening!

Seeing that his reaction was so big, Gu Ming was stunned for a moment, and then woke up and smiled, "You don't have to go to Qianshan during the day. We are in the ginkgo courtyard. Your elder brother will tell you about Tianyuan Taoism."

Yang Zifan breathed a sigh of relief, was surprised and happy, and whispered, "Big brother, is it about the Taoism of flying to the sky with a strange sword?"

The flight of the Royal Sword was described by Yang Zifan as unprecedented. Gu Ming shook his head and smiled, "That's called the Royal Sword Flight. It needs the golden elixir period."

Yang Zifan hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and said to himself, "Jin Danqi..."

Gu Ming saw his expression and smiled, "Don't you think the big brother has also arrived at the Jindan period? As long as you have perseverance, perseverance and hard practice, it can be cultivated no matter how difficult it is.

Yang Zifan nodded vibly.

Gu Ming was relieved and pulled up Yang Zifan to leave. He noticed Yang Zifan's position on his side. He was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously, "Brother, you can see a strange stone when you are here."

Yang Zifan was slightly shocked and hesitated to tell him about the cyan flame, but after thinking for a moment, he still decided to hide it, so he shook his head and said, "I didn't see it."

Gu Ming's two thick and black eyebrows moved, and then shook his head and said, "Let's go!" With that, he pulled Yang Zifan towards the dining room.