"Old Zhao, go out, I'm going to practice." Xia Lang touched his bald head, walked into the spirit gathering array that was exactly the same as his mind, and sat down cross-legged.

Then, Xia Lang took out a piece of Qi Gathering and dispersing, pinched his nose and drank it.

"He's so bad..." Xia Lang's handsome face wrinkled into a ball.

The Juling San that Xia Lang usually drinks are diluted, either with milk or with juice. Although it is still not delicious, the Juling San before it is diluted is even more difficult to drink. It is too bitter and he can't stand the sin.

Now, in order to become stronger quickly, he doesn't care about so much.

If you don’t become stronger, you will die.

The system is not joking with him.

After a piece of gas-gathering and dispersing similar to oral liquid, Xia Lang couldn't help but shivered, "Mom is really, I don't know if it's improved, and it's not fragrant to make it into fruity?"

Xia Lang drank all the Qisan from the Xia family's pharmaceutical company, and the person in charge was his mother. However, he has always disliked his own pharmaceutical company.

Too bad to drink.

He really couldn't understand why Meng Keren never said it was bitter. He always regarded gathering energy and dispersing as treasures, and he was reluctant to drink it.

This also made him wonder many times whether Meng Keren had a trick in his mind, whether he was a stupid woman, and whether he would give birth to a stupid son when he got married.

...

It is undeniable that Xia Lang's talent is still very good. After practicing seriously, he easily broke through to the seventh level of Qi training in just one hour.

In addition to his talent, it also has something to do with the foundation he has laid after drinking a lot of medicine over the years.

It's considered a big gain.

In order to avoid death and to be more domineering, Xia Lang practiced very seriously and his cultivation was extremely fast. Of course, the resources consumed were also very terrible.

Spirit stones gather and disperse, and are open to use.

The Xia family is not short of money.

The continuous improvement of cultivation made Xia Lang like this feeling a little, but the spirit gathering is too hard to drink.

Of course, the more important reason is that he is gone, so he is embarrassed to ask a girl to do research, and he is not as good as having his hands pretend to be b.

You have to find something to do, right?

Although Xia Lang's cultivation was terrifying, the Xia family members were all extremely pleased.

The young master has really woken up, and he is a real prodigal son who has turned back.

very nice.

The housekeeper Lao Zhao has been guarding outside, obeying Xia Lang's call at any time, setting up a new spirit gathering array for Xia Lang, and at the same time thinking whether the beautiful formation really has an impact on the final effect of the formation.

"master."

Old Zhao suddenly stood up.

"Um."

Xia Potian, who was pale and had a weak breath, walked in and asked, "Where is that little bastard Xia Lang? Let him come out, I have something to tell him."

Xia Potian was severely injured by the old man and wanted to act and tell a big lie. Isn’t it just to make Xia Lang realize the crisis, make him change his past, and practice hard?

He is here to perform.

"Young Master is practicing." Old Zhao was very excited, "Master, the young master has been practicing since he came back from the school. He worked very hard, seriously and worked very hard. He even changed the spirit gathering array twice, and there is no need to dilute the drinking spirit gathering santhemum. The young master also successfully broke through to the seventh level of Qi training..."

"That little bastard is practicing? He has broken through to the seventh level of Qi training?" Xia Potian widened his eyes.

"Yes." Old Zhao was extremely relieved, "What the young master said is to cut off his invention and start from scratch, not just to say it. The young master is serious, and also, the young master seems to be very sensitive to the formation..."

"puff!"

Before Lao Zhao could finish speaking, Xia Potian spat out a mouthful of old blood.

I'm so beaten up?

Is the injury wasted?

So, is this drama still performed?

No need, right?

"Master, are you injured?" Old Zhao's face changed drastically.

"I'm fine..." Xia Potian reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and left the villa. As for Xia Lang's insensitive to formation magic, he didn't care.

It's so frustrating.

What was he so seriously injured?

Create a sense of crisis for Xia Lang.

It's a bitter plan.

What's the result?

Before he could perform, Xia Lang took the initiative to start practicing, and it seemed that he was very serious.

Xia Potian became more and more unwilling to accept it the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he became more and more involved.

"You can't just let it go!" Xia Potian took a deep breath and called, "Mom, what would you do if someone beat your son to a serious injury and he wouldn't be healed in a month?"

This beating cannot be vain.

If anyone can deal with Mr. Xia, only Mrs. Xia is Mrs. Xia.

"Son, you were seriously injured?" An angry voice came from the other end of the phone, "Tell me, who hurt you? I'll beat his son now, and I'll make sure that his son will not be cured in less than two months."

“…”

Xia Potian hung up the phone with tears in his eyes.

...

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

In the past half month, Xia Lang spent all the rest of his time except eating and sleeping, and even the length of sleeping was reduced from 12 hours to 8 hours, and his cultivation level improved very quickly.

Of course, he did not forget to send someone to send spirit stones to Mengkeren and spirit gatherings.

Wife still needs to be trained.

These days, his bare head and eyebrows have also begun to take root and sprout, but it is far from enough, especially somewhere, which are still pierced.

Damn system!

However, looking at the growing hair, Xia Lang breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the hair would not grow any longer...

"According to this level of cultivation, you can complete the task within half a year, and there is no problem." Xia Lang looked at the cultivation level that had already broken through to the eighth level of Qi training and was full of confidence.

Half a month.

From the peak of Qi training level 6 to the eighth level.

This is very fast.

Although a large amount of spirit stones were consumed, the spirits gathered and dispersed.

"At this speed, one month or a month or a half, you should be able to break through to the foundation-building stage. At that time, you can practice the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Swords Art. I wonder if it is easy to practice the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Swords Art."

Xia Lang was a little worried.

He has a very good talent and has a lot of resources, so it is not difficult to improve his cultivation, but the practice of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Slaying Art has nothing to do with resources.

At that time, it was all up to real skills and insight.

Resources are no longer helpful.

"My talent and understanding should be pretty good. I spent four months cultivating the first level of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Slaying Art. There is no big problem." Xia Lang looked confident.

He is a genius.

"No."

Suddenly, Xia Lang was stunned.

"Arrogant, domineering, bullying men and women, and being domineering, this is my pursuit, this is my goal."

"What's wrong with me now?"

"Build the foundation in two months, and successfully practice the first level of the Ten Thousand Swords and Immortal Slaying Art in Four months?"

"Although there is nothing wrong with it, my path has gone astray, which is inconsistent with my pursuit. I... forgot my original intention."

Xia Lang looked at his cultivation level and thought about his next plan. He couldn't help but tremble. He felt that his number was almost useless.

In the past half a month, Xia Lang, who was devoted to practicing, suddenly woke up, reached out to wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead, and got up and walked out of the bedroom.
Chapter completed!