Fight to break the sky

Warm sunlight shines through the gaps in the windows, and tiny spots of light dot the neat room.

In the room, the young man was naked, sitting cross-legged in a wooden basin, with his hands clasped together, making a strange seal in front of him, his eyes closed, and his breathing steady and strong.

The wooden basin was filled with cyan water. When it was shaken slightly, a little strange light was reflected, which was quite magical.

The boy's chest rose and fell slightly, and there was a strong sense of rhythm in his breathing. As the practice time went on, the blue water in the tub gradually emitted a light airflow. The airflow was slightly green, rising slowly, and finally followed the path. The young man's breath penetrated into the body.

The air flowed into the body, and the young man's young face seemed to suddenly exude a luster like warm jade.

As if he was aware of the increasingly full fighting spirit in his body, a faint smile of relief appeared on the young man's face.

Having tasted the sweetness, the young man did not give up. He still closed his eyes tightly, and the handprints on his fingertips remained motionless. He concentrated and maintained the best cultivation state, and continued to greedily absorb the gentle energy in the cyan liquid.

The green water stained the boy's skin, and slipped into the boy's body along the pores of the skin, warming the bones and washing the veins...

Under the boy's never-ending request, more and more air flowed out of the basin, and in the end, it even faintly covered the boy's naked body.

Cultivation is spent slowly in the hard work of forgetting sleep and food. The sunlight shining in from the window gradually weakens, and the hot temperature also slowly decreases.

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In the wooden basin, the young man with closed eyes sucked the last ray of air into his body, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a moment, his dark eyes suddenly opened.

In the black pupils, the white light flashed as usual, but this time it was slightly light blue.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air from his chest, the young man blinked his eyes energetically, then stood up suddenly, letting the cold water drip from his body, stretched lazily, and felt the pain in his body. After three years of full fighting spirit, he muttered to himself in a daze: "According to this progress, I am afraid that in two months, I will be able to hit the fifth stage of fighting spirit..."

Since he prepared everything completely last time, Xiao Yan has been huddled in his room for more than half a month. During this half month, except for eating, drinking, having sex and other things, he almost lived a solitary life.

However, although the days of training are a bit boring, it is nothing more than a small matter for Xiao Yan, who has experienced three years of rolling eyes and ridicule.

The ridicule he suffered for three years made him clearly understand how important strength is in this continent...

However, although life is hard, the results achieved through practice make people feel happy.

The medicinal power of the spiritual liquid refined by Yao Lao was far beyond the expectations of Xiao Yan and even Yao Lao himself. I originally thought that even with the help of the medicinal power of the spiritual liquid, Xiao Yan would need at least a month to reach the fourth stage of fighting. However, unexpectedly, he suddenly shortened the time by half...

In this regard, even Yao Lao couldn't help but be surprised by Xiao Yan's cultivation efficiency. Although this has something to do with Xiao Yan's previous journey, this speed is really too fast. ?

You must know that the basics of Dou Qi training are particularly difficult to cultivate. There are many people who spend ten or even twenty years on the first ten levels of Dou Qi... Of course, once you become a real fighter, the speed of your training will be very high. , will be greatly accelerated. Before becoming a fighter, one year may only be able to increase the fighting spirit by a certain amount. However, after becoming a fighter, one may be able to soar a few stars in one year...

Comparing the extremely inconsistent training before and after, Xiao Yan's performance in the past half month was indeed a bit terrifying.

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Xiao Yan climbed out of the wooden basin without any scruples. He looked back at the cyan water that had become lighter in color. This was because the energy contained in it was absorbed by himself. He shook his head helplessly and murmured in a low voice. Said: "Can this still support one and a half months of practice?"

After wiping off the water stains on his body, Xiao Yan casually put on some neat clothes, then climbed onto the soft bed and took out the dark piece of iron from under the pillow.

The rust spots on the iron piece have been carefully cleaned by Xiao Yan. The whole piece is bright and exudes a faint luster, which is quite mysterious.

After half a month, Xiao Yan, apart from focusing on practicing, focused all the rest of his attention on the low-level Xuan-level fighting skills in this piece of iron.

In half a month, under the guidance of Yao Lao, Xiao Yan gradually mastered the secret of sucking the palm. However, due to the thinness of the fighting spirit in his body, he has never seen any real effect. This makes Xiao Yan. Yan is a little regretful.

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Holding the iron piece between his hands, Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes, sensing his soul, and followed his arms to explore into the black iron piece with ease.

As Xiao Yan's breathing stabilized, the room became calm again.

There was another long period of silence. At a certain moment, Xiao Yan, who was on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly. His right palm was slightly curled into a claw shape. The weak fighting spirit in his body quickly followed the control of his consciousness. Passing through several specific veins and acupuncture points in the palm, the suction force finally bursts out.

"boom…"

Where the palm pointed, a blue and white vase on the table suddenly shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound, turning into pieces all over the floor.

"Alas, although the fighting skills are at the Xuan level, the fighting spirit is too weak and cannot exert much power at all." Looking at the damage he caused, Xiao Yan curled his lips and whispered helplessly to himself: " Judging from this effect, if you want to create a suction force that can pull a person, you probably need at least seven levels of Dou Qi to do it."

"Forget it, let's go to the family fighting skills hall and see if there are any low-level fighting skills that are easy to use. This palm sucking will not be of much use in a short period of time. Now that I can practice fighting spirit, I can't be as stupid as before. Just practice stupidly..." With a sigh, Xiao Yan climbed out of bed, glanced at the unresponsive black ring in his hand, then walked in front of the door and pushed the door open.

After squinting his eyes slightly and getting used to the hot sunlight, Xiao Yan carefully closed the door and walked leisurely along the gravel path towards the backyard.

Green willow trees are planted on both sides of the gravel path, and the lush green is refreshing.

After turning a road, a burst of girls' laughter came from another path.

Disturbed in the quiet atmosphere, Xiao Yan frowned slightly and moved his eyes along the sound, looking at the group of smiling girls approaching.

Surrounded by several beautiful girls, a girl with a charming appearance was smiling slightly. The charming charm on her face made the young girls around her feel a little inferior.

This girl is Xiao Mei who made a big splash in the exam square that day.

He glanced indifferently at this beautiful girl who used to be by his side and called her cousin all the time. A flash of sarcasm flashed across Xiao Yan's immature face. He shook his head gently and looked away without any regret. .

When she reached the end of the road, Xiao Mei's seductive laughter suddenly weakened. She saw the young man not far away on the left...

The setting sun was shining from the sky, shining on the young man with his arm resting on the back of his head and his indifferent face, which was particularly charming.

A pair of enchanting eyes stared at the young man who was getting closer and closer, looking at the shallow arc on his little face that could not tell whether it was a mockery or a smile, Xiao Mei's spirit suddenly felt a little inexplicable...

Three years ago, that young man often had this intoxicating curve on his lips.