Without using the Star Power Reagent, Li Xiaofei felt that his energy cultivation had significantly improved.

One night passed quickly.

The sky in the distance has already revealed the white color of fish belly.

After practicing for a whole night, Li Xiaofei felt energetic.

According to Daxia's official training tutorial, the Yangqi Realm is divided into ten levels.

Within the Dantian, if one develops the Qi whirlwind of ten star powers, one can attack the Shackle-breaking realm.

What is breaking the shackles?

It is to break the shackles in the body.

This kind of shackles is a metaphysical realm shackles.

It is also a yoke of cultivation.

Li Xiaofei doesn't want to realize the realm of breaking the shackles for the time being.

He just had a question suddenly pop up in his mind.

"Why does it have to be the tenth level?"

"Since you can cultivate ten star power cyclones in your Dantian, can you cultivate eleven, twelve, or even twenty or thirty?"

When this thought came out, it seemed that the door to a new world suddenly opened.

Li Xiaofei felt that it was necessary to study it.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door.

"Brother, it's time to have breakfast."

Xiaojie's voice came from outside the door.

Soon, the family of three sat in front of the dining table.

Water, meat and vegetable soup, thin noodles.

This is already considered the most luxurious breakfast in the slums.

My aunt still doesn't speak much.

Xiaojie was chattering about interesting things in school.

Li Xiaofei occasionally interjected a few words.

Time, at this time, seemed to slow down.

If you were a normal teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, you might find it boring.

But for Li Xiaofei, a soul from five hundred years ago, plainness is the truth. This kind of life is warm and sweet, and it is a rare enjoyment.

After dinner, my aunt washed the dishes.

Li Xiaofei and Xiaojie went out to school.

Xiaojie and her party were joined by six other children from the slums.

Li Xiaofei usually goes to school with his legs crossed.

But today, when he walked downstairs and saw the black modified motorcycle, his heart moved.

Rumble.

The next moment, Li Xiaofei roared out on a modified motorcycle.

Along the way, it was very fast.

"This car needs to be modified."

Li Xiaofei had just ridden Tan Qingying's heavy metal motorcycle last night, and then rode this trophy that had been seized from the Black Blood Society branch. The difference was immediately highlighted.

It's like I just finished driving a Mercedes-Benz and changed into old music.

It's like you just finished dating Yang Chaoyue and your neighbor introduced you to Ruhua.

"No, I will have to buy a better motorcycle when I have money later."

Li Xiaofei secretly planned in his heart.

In three-quarters less time than usual, Li Xiaofei arrived at school early.

Only then did he realize that the students at Hongqi High School were already doing morning exercises.

In the huge playground, boys and girls are sweating hard.

This picture immediately gave him a sense of immersion.

I think back then, when I was in my senior year of high school five hundred years ago, I was in the same situation.

He wakes up earlier than a chicken and goes to bed later than a dog.

Ah, the beautiful yet painful school days.

Li Xiaofei parked his motorcycle on campus and couldn't help but sigh.

Unexpectedly, I traveled through five hundred years and still had to go to school and learn English, biology, and physics.

Still can't escape the college entrance examination.

Is the end of the universe really the college entrance examination?

But he was also infected by how hard his classmates practiced and studied.

What are you waiting for?

Paint the walls with shit.

Li Xiaofei also started practicing on the playground.

"It's Senior Li."

"Senior Li also came to attend morning classes."

"Senior Li has worked so hard, how can we waste our time?"

Many students saw Li Xiaofei practicing and immediately felt greatly encouraged.

People who are stronger than you work harder than you.

What kind of oppression is this?

Morning class ends.

Li Xiaofei's busy day has begun again.

It wasn't until the afternoon that he finished studying many "cultural theory courses".

In the special martial arts training class, he found Uncle Qin who was wearing Qin Wudi's badge and asked his questions.

"Ten star power cyclones are the upper limit that many people's physical bodies can bear."

Uncle Qin, who is in the state of Qin Wudi's character, is indeed not a wasted name. He directly

He gave the answer and said, "So the tenth Qi level is the upper limit of many people's Qi cultivation realm."

Li Xiaofei was thoughtful.

He asked, "In other words, if the physical body can bear it, there are eleven, twelve, or even twenty levels?"

Uncle Qin nodded, "Theoretically, it is indeed the case."

Li Xiaofei asked again, "Does the higher level of energy cultivation have any special benefits?"

Uncle Qin said, "Theoretically speaking, the stronger the foundation, the easier it will be to reach a higher level in the future."

Li Xiaofei said, "Just a theory?"

"Because almost no one is trying in this direction."

Uncle Qin said.

Li Xiaofei's eyes lit up, "Almost never, just occasionally."

Uncle Qin hesitated for a moment and said, "Such an attempt is very dangerous. As far as I know, a total of two people tried it, but one died and the other was half disabled."

Li Xiaofei took a breath of cold air.

Do you want to try it?

He was undecided.

"It's better to just ride on the donkey and read the songbook - we'll see. I haven't reached the tenth level yet, so I don't have to be too anxious to make a choice."

Li Xiaofei thought in his mind.

After the special martial arts training class, another day of surfing the Internet in the optical brain computer room began.

After Li Xiaofei entered the optical and brain virtual world, he immediately visited the standings forum as usual.
To be continued...