Feng Ziqing returned to the deserted village. After searching for some food, he found a remote place and began to heal his injuries.
Opening the white jade bottle, he did not take out the Snow Yuandan, but instead used his spiritual power to slowly absorb the bits of energy that overflowed from the jade bottle.
This was the first time that Feng Ziqing felt the Yuan Power with all his heart. With the help of this Yuan Power, he could understand the mystery of Yuan Power without wasting Yuan Dan.
He inhaled a few strands of Yuan Power into his body and carefully used his spiritual power to control them to move around in his body. Wherever the Yuan Power passed, the knife wounds of varying depths began to scab slowly and healed bit by bit.
After a long time, Feng Ziqing's injuries had healed seven to eight points through the recovery of his Yuan Power. At this time, the jade bottle no longer overflowed with Yuan Power. He hesitated a little, whether to continue to comprehend the Yuan Power, or to give up and return to Xihe.
county.
The mountain wind blew by, mixed with a few traces of blood.
He looked towards the cliff and recalled the fight in the morning.
He knew that if Long Ke hadn't been there, he might have died in Qi Zhuo's hands. Although he stayed in Xihe County for a short time, he had experienced a lot. While he was hiding his strength, others were doing the same.
Qi Zhuo is a good example, but what about Zhang Che? Did he also hide it? Long Ke only met Qi Zhuo once and told himself to be careful. He obviously knew that Qi Zhuo was hiding in the Dongyuan realm. How can he break through it?
If Zhang Che was really hiding his clumsiness, it would be very dangerous to go back at this time. He decided to continue to comprehend Yuan Power. Although both Deng Zhi and Uncle Wu had said that it was not easy to comprehend Yuan Power, he still wanted to try.
He took out a Xueyuan Dan from the white bottle and floated it on his chest. Just in case, Feng Ziqing took out the white sound of the copper bell. After injecting some spiritual power, he let it rotate back and forth around his body. The sound of the bell was clear and sweet.
My mind suddenly became much clearer, which is indeed a good thing.
Feng Ziqing calmed down his mind, and the Xue Yuan Dan slowly rotated. Under the guidance of the spiritual power, a trace of Yuan Li slowly entered the body. This time, he directly used Yuan Li to direct the Yuan Li around the Sword Pill to see what the reaction would be.
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When Yuan Li came around the sword pill, the small green sword suddenly jumped high and then shook slightly, as if to declare its sovereignty.
Yuan Li obviously didn't buy it and slowly rushed towards the spiritual pill.
Yuan Li finally merged with spiritual power, and a biting pain surged into his heart. Feng Ziqing knew something was wrong, and quickly stopped to guide Yuan Li to retreat.
The small green sword became furious and swung it towards Yuan Li.
With a soft "bang" sound, the small green sword collided with Yuan Li. After a few blows, Yuan Li knew he was outmatched and slowly retreated.
At this time, Feng Ziqing was calm, his face was a little pale, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.
After several trials, it still remains the same.
Feng Ziqing's face turned pale, he gasped for air, and cursed secretly, "Damn it, he's even more tired than the previous fight. Fortunately, the white bells made a ringing sound from time to time, which calmed his mind and kept him from being in a trance."
Since going straight doesn't work, then we can save the country through curves.
His mind moved, and he used the Mirror Sword Technique to control the small green sword, slowly facing those few traces of Yuan Power.
Yuan Li seemed to feel the pressure and was quite uneasy.
As soon as the small green sword left the spiritual elixir, Yuan Li broke free from the package of Feng Ziqing's spiritual power and surged around in his body.
Fortunately, he only had a few strands of Yuan Power, an ownerless thing, and Baiyin was calming his mind outside. Feng Ziqing was able to hold on to his mind in pain. He knew that as long as he subdued these few strands of Yuan Power, he could break through to the Cave Yuan.
The environment is just around the corner.
Yuan Li is still running wildly, with the small green sword taking the lead, followed by the spiritual brothers, forming a large army, slowly forming an encirclement, and heading towards Yuan Li.
Yuan Li has no fear, and has stood out from the encirclement of the spiritual power disciples several times. The little green sword hates iron and cannot be made into steel, and the spiritual power disciples are extremely ashamed.
The contact and collision between Yuan Li and spiritual power will make Feng Ziqing miserable. There is no way, spiritual power can never compare with Yuan Li.
He felt fierce in his heart, since his spiritual power was useless, what about his sword intention? If his sword intention was still useless, then he had to give up, otherwise his body would be too much to bear.
The natal Qi of a cultivator could not be more important. Once it is damaged, it will be worthless.
Feng Ziqing gritted his teeth and activated his spiritual power. The small green sword retreated behind the spiritual power army and formed a virtual encirclement, driving Yuan Li towards his natal Qi Palace step by step.
When Yuan Li saw the small green sword moving away, the pressure suddenly disappeared, and he stopped wandering wantonly, regardless of the movements of the spiritual power army, and began to wander leisurely.
Time passed little by little, and under the guidance of the spiritual power army, Yuan Li swam toward his natal Qi Mansion little by little. Finally, Yuan Li came to the door of the Qi Mansion.
It seemed that he had never seen it before. Yuan Li was quite curious and wandered at the door, gradually letting down his guard.
The small cyan sword suddenly appeared at the front of the spiritual power army. Yuan Li sensed something was wrong and was about to break out. The small cyan sword slapped the Yuan Li into the natal Qi Palace.
Yuan Li was about to rush outward when wisps of invisible sword intent wrapped it up. After breaking free for a while, Yuan Li knew that he could not escape and died down.
The sword intention slowly opened a small opening, and the small green sword took the opportunity to break in. It slashed at the Yuanli. After breathing out its breath, the sword body trembled, and like a general, he proudly led the prisoners back to the camp.
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Feng Ziqing, whose clothes were completely wet, let out a long sigh of relief, and his body fell heavily backwards. Although the process was dangerous, if he accidentally hurt his life energy, it would be more than worth the loss. But fortunately, with the help of the sword, the result was gratifying.
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Although those few strands of Yuan Power have been conquered, they have not been truly refined. Conquering is only the first step, but everything is difficult at the beginning. The next step is to grind the needle with the iron pestle.
Three days later, Feng Ziqing completely refined the Yuan Power he had conquered, and finally had Yuan Power in his body. The hardships he endured these days were not in vain.
Opening his palms, a few strands of energy emerged, which was an extremely pure cyan color.
His spiritual power is green and blue. It is said that green comes from blue and is better than blue. When the color of the spiritual power turns all blue, it is the Dongyuan realm. At this time, he is already in the late stage of Danlingjing. Given time, he will definitely be able to break through it.
territory!
Qingxuan Tianyu, the gods, the battlefield, this world is dangerous and charming.
Feng Ziqing stood on the top of the peak, overlooking this beautiful and steep mountain. The trip to Crouching Tiger Mountain was successfully completed, and it was time to go down the mountain and return to the city.
At the foot of the mountain.
Sure enough, threats were effective. Feng Ziqing took Fu Gui'er back from that home and gave him some silver to be used as Fu Gui'er's foster care fee.
Passing by Wangjia Village, I happened to meet the man surnamed Wang who stayed overnight last time. He was walking out with a hoe and a cow, probably preparing to work.
Feng Zi chuckled and said hello, "Brother Wang, everything is fine."
The man smiled honestly and said: "Thanks to the young master, I used the silver you gave me to buy a cow last time, which made work much easier. Hey, I heard that the Weihu Gang on Crouching Tiger Mountain was eliminated by an expert. Yesterday I saw
There are people from the government nearby who are searching and making inquiries. Well, the days are getting more and more promising, hahaha." Then he remembered something and asked, "Has the young master found any relatives?"
"No, after asking around a lot, I found out that they had moved away a long time ago, but luckily I know the place. I'm about to go there."
"That's good. Wait a minute, sir. My mother-in-law has made some food, which is just right to eat on the road. Come here." After saying that, he turned around and ran into the small courtyard. After a while, he took out a pack of oil paper. The man smiled and said: "
They are all dry flour cakes, not easy to spoil and not worth a lot of money, sir, don't dislike them."
Feng Zi smiled lightly and took it from the man's hand. After thanking him, he chatted for a few more words and left.