How did Yang Huang know what was happening outside? The spiritual energy in his body had already made him anxious.
More and more spiritual energy is gathering, and Yang Huang's veins have been swollen. If the veins were a highway, there would be a serious traffic jam at this time. As for when it can be cleared, Yang Huang himself doesn't know.
While conflicting, the spiritual energy was running slowly, and the severe pain made Yang Huang's whole body tremble.
However, this kind of pain is not enough to make Yang Huang pass out. Compared with the pain that comes from the soul, this kind of pain is still worse.
Break and then stand!
Since he couldn't solve it, Yang Huang simply gritted his teeth and released all his mental power, guiding the spiritual energy to speed up the movement in his meridians.
Yang Huang's body is extremely exciting at this time, and his meridians are undergoing various tests. One moment it is extremely cold, the other moment it is as hot as if it is roasting, the next moment it becomes as hard as iron, and the next moment it becomes full of vitality...
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One week, two weeks, three weeks...
At this time, Yang Huang ignored the reminder in the secret book that it was best not to practice for more than five weeks, otherwise it would cause meridians to be damaged.
More than a dozen weeks have passed, and instead of weakening, the spiritual energy has shown signs of strengthening, which makes Yang Huang even more anxious.
Since the meridians can no longer bear it, then...
Through mental exploration, Yang Huang noticed that there were many forks in the meridians, just like blood vessels. The meridians were the main roads, but there were still capillaries.
Multitasking, Yang Huang divided the spiritual power thread into several lines and guided some spiritual energy to attack these branches.
The pain was still excruciating, and the pain Yang Huang suffered instantly increased by several levels.
But in order not to squeeze out the meridians and body, Yang Huang could only do this.
As the spiritual energy entered the branch line, Yang Huang's body trembled even more violently.
The meridians are constantly being widened. Although the amplitude is small, it is real.
Because there were more meridians storing spiritual energy, and the running routes were completely different from those introduced in the cheats, Yang Huang himself was confused.
If it were anyone else, I am afraid that he would have bled to death from his seven orifices at this time, but Yang Huang was different. The powerful soul condensed into a body without any impurities. If the leader of the Qingyun Sect saw it, he would definitely exclaim, "Oh my god."
Living body.
This kind of body has no impurities and can contain spiritual energy of any attribute. It is rare in the entire world.
Some blocked branches were opened one after another, and Yang Huang unknowingly opened up a meridian path leading to the heart.
After the spiritual energy entered the heart, nourished by the innate blood, it no longer became violent, but faintly surrounded the heart, began to condense and condense.
One, two, three...
Soon, a total of nine colorful ribbon-like auras condensed around the heart, faintly surrounding the entire heart.
If you open Yang Huang's chest at this time, you will definitely find that his heart has become nine colors.
Only by possessing spiritual roots can one continue to practice, and by condensing them into spiritual roots, one can truly enter the path of cultivation.
These have already been reminded in the secret book.
Yang Huang woke up and looked up the secret book again, feeling confused.
For other people who practice, the spiritual roots are condensed in the Dantian. When performing martial arts, the spiritual energy is extracted from the Dantian and runs to the ends of the body through the opened veins. Only after reaching a very high level can the spiritual energy be released.
And... and... it is clearly stated in the secret book that most people only have one spiritual root, which also determines the attributes of cultivation, while a very small number of people have two or more spiritual roots. This is stated in the secret book.
The one you introduced is a genius, and if you discover it, report it to the sect immediately.
"What are my nine spiritual roots?" Yang Huang scratched his head and said to himself.
Squeak!
The door suddenly opened, and the fat man walked in carrying a food box. Seeing that Yang Huang had woken up, he immediately rushed over happily.
"You have finished practicing. If you continue like this, those guys around you will be in trouble. Now our chief steward of Shanmen Peak has sent a few deacons to investigate. I am still thinking about what to say."
Gululu!
Yang Huang felt the hunger in his stomach and quickly took the food box. Four large steamed buns and a bowl of soup. Although it was simple, Yang Huang also devoured it.
Seeing that Yang Huang didn't speak, Zhang Lei didn't ask any questions, but quietly sat on his bed.
"How long have you been hungry? Fortunately, I brought two more steamed buns." Zhang Lei said, looking at the empty food box.
"If there were more of these, I could still eat them." After spending a day with Zhang Lei, Yang Huang no longer had any precautions and relaxed completely.
"You are just a loser." Zhang Lei curled his lips and asked immediately: "You made too much noise in your practice today. Have you condensed your spiritual roots?"
"No, it's impossible. It's only your first day of training, but you must have completed at least half of your physical training." Zhang Lei immediately rejected his conjecture.
"So what if you condense your spiritual roots? If you report it, wouldn't it allow you to gain a higher status?" Yang Huang said with a smile.
Zhang Lei can be regarded as his first friend, and Yang Huang doesn't care if his friend gets some benefits.
"What?" Zhang Lei's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
But seeing Yang Huang's smiling face, Zhang Lei couldn't help but feel nervous. He immediately turned around and ran to the door, looked outside the door cautiously, and then came back with a serious face.
Although Zhang Lei seemed to be smiling even when his face was serious, Yang Huang felt the difference.
"Have you really condensed your spiritual roots?" Zhang Lei asked again to confirm.
Yang Huang nodded.
"But don't tell anyone, and don't practice cultivation these days." Zhang Lei solemnly ordered.
"Why?" Yang Huang was confused.
"Our Qingyun Sect, no matter the inner or outer sect, has a small competition once a month. As long as you have gathered your spiritual roots, you must participate."
"Although we are from the same sect, there are only so many cultivation resources in the sect, so everyone wants to get a good ranking and obtain more cultivation resources."
"Even one pill is enough for an ordinary family of three to live outside for half a year. Therefore, everyone keeps an eye on this quota every month, and even more on their competitors."
"You condensed your spiritual roots in one day. Not to mention other things, this talent is definitely the best among the best. Once word spreads, you will become a thorn in the eyes of those narrow-minded senior brothers."
"The competition will be held in three days. You have just condensed your spiritual roots and are not yet stable, let alone the martial arts to match the spiritual roots. You are not at all good at it. If you join the competition, some narrow-minded guys will take advantage of you if you don't keep everything together.
Hands can be seriously injured in minor cases or killed in serious cases. In Qingyun Sect, if there are casualties during the competition, we will not pursue it too deeply."
"Don't try to report it to the superiors. The Qingyun Sect is too big. If you report it to the superiors, I won't ask whether the deacons believe it or not. Just believe it. When you get to the inner sect, Xiao Bi will also pass by."
Yang Huang's face also became serious.
Zhang Lei has only been in Qingyun Sect for only a month, and he already knows the dangers involved, so...
"Thank you..." Yang Huang nodded heavily. He had completely regarded Zhang Lei as a close friend.
"Brothers, why are you so polite?" Zhang Lei smiled sheepishly, and then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms.
"This is the spirit-gathering pill. There is only one pill a month. You must have taken it by now! Use this and stabilize the spirit root quickly. Then we will go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find suitable martial arts to practice."
"No need, the spiritual root has been stabilized. I want to know how to get to the Sutra Pavilion." Yang Huang asked without taking the elixir.
"You...you...monster." Zhang Lei pointed at Yang Huang in shock and didn't say anything more.
Zhang Lei was really shocked.
It has been a month, and he thinks that his talent is already very good, and he can start to compress spiritual energy and prepare for cultivating spiritual roots, but when he encounters Yang Huang...
The Sutra Pavilion is a unique building for each sect, which is used to facilitate the cultivation of the disciples of the sect.
Of course, the items in the Sutra Pavilion are just ordinary things. Really advanced martial arts can only be seen in the inner gate.
Martial skills are divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow, and each level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Let alone one level difference, even a small level difference, the power is also different between heaven and earth.
There is no one to guard the Sutra Pavilion, but the magic circle is open and can only be entered with a waist badge.
The corresponding waist card enters the corresponding area.
Although Zhang Lei entered the Qingyun Sect one month earlier than Yang Huang, he is now also a Class C disciple and is a peripheral servant, so the place the two entered was just outside the Sutra Pavilion, which looked a bit like the concierge's position.
"Eagle Strike", "Spiritual Ape Power", "Tiger Fist"...
Looking at the names of the martial arts secrets, they are really pretty good, but Yang Huang himself also knows how powerful it can be as an entry-level martial arts?
"By the way, I haven't asked you what the attributes of your spiritual roots are. You need to find martial arts with corresponding attributes. This will get twice the result with half the effort." Zhang Lei said as he picked up the secret books.
"This book "Goshawk Attack" simulates the attack of a goshawk. It corresponds to the metal spiritual roots. Of course, the rare wind-attribute spiritual roots are the best. It can make the opponent hard to guard against."
"This "Spiritual Ape Power" belongs to wood-attribute martial arts. Look at the side of the secret book to see if there is a green mark."
Although Zhang Lei has only been in Qingyun Sect for a month, he is like a know-it-all and has even studied the secrets here very thoroughly.
Yang Huang listened to Zhang Lei's introduction, but he didn't want to choose any of them.
Although these are basic martial arts and are only for temporary use. Once you have advanced martial arts, you have to practice them again, but Yang Huang doesn't want to treat himself badly.
There are not many secret books here, there are twenty or thirty books, and the two of them checked them out quickly.
This is still the Qingyun Sect. If it is some small sect, it would be good if there are three or five kinds of exercises for beginners. What's more, there is not even a Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and it is completely taught by word of mouth.
"What? You haven't chosen yet?" Zhang Lei looked at Yang Huang doubtfully.
Yang Huang didn't want to lie to Zhang Lei, but he didn't tell anyone about his nine spiritual roots.
A dual-attribute spiritual root is already a genius, but what about a nine-attribute spiritual root?
Yang Huang knew that if he told this matter, he would be in danger.
Now that he is not strong enough, Yang Huang must be more careful.