Fan Yiyou's punching speed seemed very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast.
That's because when he punched, he could already take a step forward thirty feet.
If you are fighting against someone, you can get close with your fist, but if you drop your fist, it will be impossible for the opponent to avoid it.
Although the fist field has not been enhanced much, but combined with the speed, even if it is only the cultivation of the fourth realm at the moment, it is effortless to break through the defense of the fifth realm.
King Wu Xian was already a martial arts master when he created this boxing technique, and it was rare that he could fight against an opponent at the same level.
At this time, Fan Yi walked across the bridgehead of the stone bridge, and was only half a day away from the end point.
In his boxing posture, he has cultivated a certain artistic conception of returning to nature.
It's noon.
Fan Yi returned to the starting point of walking and practicing boxing, but this time it took seven days.
Tianlingyin promised Fan Yi that he would start cultivating and breaking through in three days.
Although it is a few days late, it has benefited a lot.
Fan Yi walked into a dense forest and picked up many dead branches under an ancient tree. After lighting them, he began to roast the black-scaled python meat until he was full.
He jumped up and hid his shadow in the ancient tree, then sat cross-legged on the branch and prepared to break the mirror.
Tianlingyin slowly said:
"Boy, listen to me, the only difference between the fourth realm and the fifth realm is to condense the cyclone into a golden elixir."
"The biggest difference between the two is that the cyclone is not stable enough and cannot carry too much spiritual energy."
"After condensing the golden elixir, it can not only lock the spiritual energy firmly, but also multiply the spiritual power."
"When fighting against others, the first thing that matters is the strength of spiritual power, and the second is the magical effect of martial arts."
Fan Yi nodded lightly and did not interrupt what Tianlingyin said.
Tianlingyin chuckled and then said:
"The method for ordinary monks to form elixirs is to lower their minds into the elixir field and urge the cyclones to rotate violently, in order to cooperate with the enlightenment to squeeze the cyclones into elixirs."
"This method is the least difficult and easier to form elixirs. However, this method has a drawback, that is, the golden elixirs formed are too small and mostly of low quality."
"Next, I'm going to teach you a different method of forming an elixir. It's a bit more difficult, but as long as you succeed in breaking through, you can form a high-quality elixir."
Listen to Tianlingyin talk incessantly.
The corner of Fan Yi's mouth twitched slightly. He had already thought that with the guidance of Tianling Seal, it would not be too easy to become a pill.
But the more I listened, the more I felt that Tian Lingyin seemed to have too high expectations for him, and this was the rhythm of the moth.
Fan Yi asked hurriedly:
"Master Dou, how should I condense the golden elixir?"
Tianlingyin chuckled and said:
"It's easy to say! My method is actually not difficult. You only need to control the cyclone as much as possible, and then run the Immortal King Induction Chapter, control the spiritual energy with your mind, interweave it in the gap of the cyclone, and fill it up."
"There is an advantage to doing this. Quantity brings quality. The golden elixir is big and round."
"Ha ha…!"
When he said this, Tianlingyin couldn't control himself and laughed out loud.
At this time, the expression on the young man's face had changed from confusion to despair.
He always felt that today's Dou Ye was a bit unruly, as if he wanted to treat him as a grudge trying a new path.
Fan Yi's face twitched and he said:
"Master Dou, are you sure this method is feasible?"
Tianlingyin was not happy when he heard this.
In a childish voice, he reproached:
"This is the wonderful method of forming an elixir that you, the mighty Martial Immortal King of the human race, figured out after personally improving it."
"It's fine if you don't believe me, don't you still believe him?"
Fan Yi looked confused and blurted out his thoughts:
"I know the holy name of King Wuxian, but I don't know his hometown."
"We have never met, how can we make people believe it?"
Tianlingyin said angrily:
"Why are you so verbose! I'm just asking you if you want to break through. If you do, hurry up and protect your way while I still have time!"
Fan Yi could only smile bitterly and replied:
"Good work!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell into meditation.
In just a moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared in Fan Yi's sea of consciousness.
This figure looks exactly like Fan Yi, but the expression on his face is extremely solemn, as if he has banished an immortal to the earth, and this is Fan Yi's mind.
The mind steps out step by step above the sea of consciousness, and finally passes through the body when it finally reaches the end of the sea of consciousness.
Next breath time.
Fan Yi's mind had already reached the Dantian Qi Mansion, and he saw that the Qi Mansion was actually a small space as deep as the sky.
A blue cyclone was suspended in the space, and it was as tall as the mind.
With a thought, he came to the cyclone.
At this time, the cyclone was rotating rapidly, and wisps of spiritual energy from the outside continued to gather here, and finally disappeared into the cyclone.
This kind of scene does not exist like the real thing, it is all based on the perception of the mind.
Sitting cross-legged in front of the cyclone, the mind begins to control the rotation speed of the cyclone.
Under the control of Fan Yi's mind, this cyclone was indeed slowing down little by little, but this method consumed quite a lot of soul power.
In just a moment, pea-sized drops of sweat were already oozing out on Fan Yi's forehead.
The mind recited the Immortal King's Induction Chapter silently, and began to bless it with the soul power, so as not to consume too much and cause the mind to be shattered.
Shen Shen presses on the cyclone with one hand to prevent it from turning as much as possible.
However, the other hand is trying to pull out the spiritual energy in the Dantian space bit by bit and turn it into a thread, weaving it against the cyclone like a needle and thread.
When the first ray of spiritual energy entered the cyclone, the cyclone was quite resistant and wanted to speed up its operation. However, no matter what, it could not break away from the other hand.
There seemed to be a violent tremor in the space after braking.
Time passed little by little.
Fan Yi sat on the tree trunk, his body motionless. If it weren't for his even breathing, he would have thought he was a clay statue.
The Tianling Seal had already transformed into its true form, and was just hovering around the young man. From time to time, tiny white rays of light poured into the young man's mind.
But the young man didn't know that by doing this, Tianling Seal was actually using his soul power to stabilize his sea of consciousness.
This kind of dedication has gone beyond the relationship between master and servant, and is more like the fulfillment of the fathers to the younger generations.
The sun rises and sets, and the nebulae turn to the rising sun.
Half a month has passed.
The young man's body still didn't emit energy, and the energy fluctuations that should have occurred after becoming a pill seemed to have completely fallen into deathly silence.
The Tianling Seal had stopped circling, and a long voice sounded:
"Not bad, not bad, it should be soon!"
"I'm really looking forward to seeing if someone like the Martial Immortal King will appear in these many years."
The words just fell.
Suddenly.
Ripples of energy struck out from Fan Yi's body, sweeping away the surrounding trees.
Countless trees were uprooted.
