Early the next morning, Liu Huang came to the cave and saw Cen Yun's face full of exhaustion, with a hint of violence in his brows. He asked suspiciously: "Junior Brother Cen, did you not get some rest last night?"
Only then did Cen Yun notice his changes. He practiced in the Zangri Space for a night. Although he did not condense the sword essence, he gathered a lot of killing energy. He hurriedly restrained it, shook his head and said: "There is plenty of spiritual energy in the cave. I’ve been practicing, so I’m a little tired, but it’s nothing serious.”
Liu Huang sighed and said: "It is a good thing to practice hard, but you must also pay attention to your body, otherwise your body will collapse from exhaustion. Wouldn't it be contrary to the original intention?"
"Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching. Junior brother, I will remember it!" Cen Yun bowed.
Liu Huang said: "Actually, you don't have to do this. Master asked me to help you practice, and I will find a way for you to catch up with Wu Tian in practice."
"How?" Cen Yun looked at Liu Huang in confusion.
Liu Huang threw a storage bag over. Cen Yun took it and scanned it with his consciousness. It was filled with spiritual pills for cultivation. After a rough calculation, there were more than four hundred bottles and thousands of pills in his heart. Shocked.
If these pills were leaked to the outside world, it would be enough for a small sect to develop for decades, but these are only for him alone. Isn't it too extravagant?
"Senior brother, this is..." Cen Yun said still in disbelief.
Liu Huang said: "Wu Tian has a rare spiritual root for thousands of years. Even without elixirs, he can practice hundreds of times faster than ordinary people. If you want to catch up with him, ordinary cultivation methods will not apply to you. You can only rely on elixirs." .”
"But if this happens, won't it shake the foundation and lead to inflated cultivation?" Cen Yun asked doubtfully.
"Ordinary people may be like this, but you are different. The witch's blood in your body can fuse with erysipelas, so there is no need to worry." After saying that, Liu Huang turned and left.
Cen Yun finally understood what Yan Qing said. The gap in innate qualifications could only be made up by relying on acquired elixirs. However, he did not expect that the so-called "blood of witches" in his body could be of such great value. So much so that Elder Zhi Ming could generously use thousands of pills to help him cultivate.
"It seems that when I return to the village in the future, I will have to ask Master Wu Zhu and my brother for clarification!" Thinking of this, Cen Yun took out a large number of spiritual pills from his storage bag and threw them into his mouth like beans.
Eight pills entered the abdomen at the same time, and they were immediately transformed into huge spiritual power. This spiritual power was rushing through the body. Although it was uncomfortable at first, after experiencing the baptism of the murderous aura of the first level of the Condensing Sword Art, this level was actually very strong. You can adapt quickly and quickly refine and absorb it.
After repeating this cycle four times, the spiritual energy in the body increased explosively, and the cultivation level directly jumped from the third level of Qi training to the fourth level of Qi training. This simple and crude way of improvement really gave Cen Yun a new understanding of the methods of cultivation. .
However, as his practice improved, Cen Yun clearly felt that the spiritual power required to swallow the pills had doubled. Originally, he only needed to swallow more than thirty pills to go from the third level to the fourth level. However, from the fourth level to the fifth level of Qi training, more than a hundred pills need to be swallowed, and the effect of the medicine obviously begins to fade.
At this time, Cen Yun could no longer care about so much. He took out the elixir and continued to swallow it, starting a long life of seclusion...
After the big hunting, Fengqishan returned to its former peace.
In this grand event, Wu Tian and Liu Huang of the inner sect withdrew early, so Zhao Li became the leader. However, there was no joy on his face, but more confusion and depression.
He didn't understand why Cen Yun suddenly defected to the medicine garden, and he didn't know anything about what happened outside, because the conflict between Wu Tian and Cen Yun was completely wiped out the moment Elder Zhiming appeared, as if everything was gone. It didn't happen, only the person involved knew about it.
After Zhao Li returned to the sword pool, he immediately reported the matter to Huangfu Tu of the Sword Building Tower.
"Oh, so the kid you brought back has gone to the medicine garden?" In the lobby of the Sword Building Building, a tall old man in white robes, with eyes like a sword, stared at the unformed sword in his hand. The awe-inspiring sword embryo said slightly surprised.
"Yes, after the big hunting, I was waiting at the mountain gate. I heard from the passing disciples of the outer sect that Junior Brother Cen had followed Liu Huang to the medicine garden half a month ago." Zhao Li said sadly.
"Senior Brother Huangfu, according to what Junior Nephew Zhao said, this son is most likely a descendant of the You clan three hundred years ago. Now that Zhi Ming is the first to take him under his seat, this conjecture is undoubtedly confirmed. What about you and me? Is good?"
At the same time, beside the hall, a strong old man with scars and sword marks on his body asked.
Huangfu Tu pondered for a long time, shook his head and said, "I really don't know their intention of coming back. Junior Brother Shi, what do you think?"
Shi He's eyes were full of anger, and he groaned: "No matter what the purpose of their coming back is, they can never let Zhi Ming's catastrophe happen again three hundred years ago. I mean, I can't put this son into the sword pool. It's better to Destroy him completely!"
"Junior Brother Shi, do you know what you are talking about?" Huangfu Tu said coldly, his face turned cold.
Shi He realized that he had made a mistake and fell into silence, but the resentment in his eyes did not diminish.
Huangfu Tu sighed softly and fell into memories: "Alas, three hundred years ago, Master Danyan refined the forbidden medicine to strengthen the sect, and unintentionally broke the seal of the Forbidden Valley of Death, causing the sect to bleed into a river and the talent to be eliminated. Unexpectedly, this time To this day, Senior Brother Zhi Ming wants to follow in the footsteps of Master Dan Yan. Could it be that he has forgotten the death of Junior Sister Hong Ling and the sacrifices of countless people in the sect, so that he can gain today's peace?"
Huangfu Tu said: "No matter what, we must not do something that is no different from the devil before we misjudge this son. Besides, with Senior Brother Zhiming here, you and I can't take action, otherwise it will trigger a war in the sect, so that Fengqishan suffered a catastrophe!"
Shi He snorted coldly: "Are we just going to watch that guy Zhi Ming make mistakes again and again, dragging the sect into a place of no return?"
Huangfu Tu said helplessly: "Now we can only hope that Junior Brother Zhong can successfully resurrect the spirit master. Otherwise, with the power of you and me, it will be impossible to stop Senior Brother Zhi Ming. Besides, the people of the Immortal Alliance are still in Fengqi Mountain. If Zhi Zhi If Senior Brother Ming really does something strange, I believe that the Immortal Alliance will not sit idly by and ignore it, otherwise it will definitely affect the entire world of immortality!"
Shi He looked up to the sky and lamented: "I didn't expect that our huge Fengqi Mountain would have to rely on foreign aid now, that's all. As long as we can stop Zhi Ming, everything can be undone!"
Huangfu Tu looked at Zhao Li behind him and said, "Zhao Li, pay close attention to the movements of the medicine garden when you return. If possible, you must still find a way to bring the descendant of the You clan back to Jianchi to find out their purpose."
Zhao Li was still immersed in the shock caused by the sect's secrets. When he heard Huangfu Tu calling him, he immediately responded and turned around to leave the Sword Building.
He vaguely felt that something big was going to happen in Fengqi Mountain, and this matter must be closely related to Cen Yun, but even so, it was still hard for him to believe it, let alone bring it back to Jianchi. What should he do?
Five months have passed by in a blink of an eye. The autumn wind is cool, the spiritual mist is rising, and the scenery of Fengqi Mountain is picturesque.
Deep in the green bamboo forest of the medicinal garden, a deep roar sounded, and a quiet cave slowly opened.
The early morning sunlight filtered through the green bamboo leaves and fell in spots in front of the cave, shining on a thin young man.
This young man was covered in dirt and exuded a musty smell. It was obvious that he had not washed himself for a long time, but his eyes were sharp and his face was resolute. He moved his body a little and made a hand with his right hand. A stone that landed ten steps away immediately floated away. It rose up and shot forward with a wave of his hand.
Snapped!
But with a crisp sound, the stone fell on the green bamboo a hundred steps away, and was deeply embedded in it.
The young man smiled slightly, obviously very satisfied. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly noticed dirt on his body. He became embarrassed and laughed at himself: "I haven't washed myself since I was in seclusion. If I go to see Senior Brother Liu like this, I'm afraid I will be laughed at!" "
After saying that, the young man walked to a clear spring behind Qingyou Residence and jumped into the spring to wash himself.
Needless to say, this young man is Cen Yun who has been in seclusion for five months.
In the past five months, he has been continuously swallowing pills to reach the realm. Although the efficacy of the pills is constantly declining, he still relies on the huge amount of pills to reach the eighth level of Qi training, and his spiritual energy has also grown and expanded to The entire Dantian seemed to be filled with a pool of spiritual water, filled with inexhaustible power.
With the improvement of his cultivation, he found that his spiritual consciousness could cover things within a hundred steps. As long as the weight of the object did not exceed the range of his spiritual power, he could control it. If he wanted to, he could also control it as follows: Zhao Li usually drives objects to fly in the sky. Of course, this requires gradual proficiency.
After Cen Yun washed away the accumulated dirt on his body, his whole body felt refreshed and extremely comfortable.
He looked at his reflection in the water and realized that after five months of practice, his originally dark skin had become fairer, less honest and more delicate than before.
"Although I relied on the Spirit-Bearing Pill to forcibly raise my cultivation level to the eighth level of Qi training, if I want to avenge Senior Brother Su, simply improving my cultivation level is obviously not enough!"
Cen Yun clenched his fists, took out a new set of clothes from his storage bag and put on them. He came to Liu Huang's cave, shot a line of spiritual power on the stone door, and waited quietly.
A quarter of an hour later, when no one responded in the cave, Cen Yun frowned slightly and murmured: "Could it be that Senior Brother Liu is not inside, then where will he go?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a low roar suddenly came from the distance. A cave in a corner slowly opened, and a woman in white walked out of it.
This woman in white is slender and pretty, with no expression on her face and a sense of coldness all over her body. She is Yang Kuang, whom she met in the bamboo forest a few months ago.
After Cen Yun's spiritual consciousness detection, he found that his surroundings were obscured by a layer of white mist, making it impossible to peek at his cultivation level.
When the woman in white realized that someone was peeping at her with her spiritual consciousness, her face suddenly turned cold. She glanced at Cen Yun fiercely, then she slumped up and disappeared into the quiet residence like a fleeting shadow in the wind.
