"What kind of body refiner is he who hasn't opened up the middle Dantian?" Xiao Boyi snorted coldly. % of the power of the surrounding earth didn't enter his body, while Chu Yiyi only accounted for 10 or 20%.
Chu Yiliu's expression changed several times, revealing a look of fear. Even if he encountered the King of Song with a strong man and horse, he would not be afraid, but the Xiao Game in front of him made him look at him with admiration.
Looking at the monks throughout the ages, there are three main categories: Qi refining, body refining, and spirit refining.
Among them, if one can open up the upper dantian through spiritual cultivation and sea of consciousness, one can stimulate the divine consciousness and fly thousands of miles in just a moment. Even Chu Yiyi has encountered very few existences who have opened up the upper dantian in his previous life.
The body refiner tempers the body and condenses the power of qi and blood. The power of qi and blood released by the heart penetrates the whole body and explodes with amazing power. When the power of qi and blood is strong enough to a certain extent, it can condense the middle Dantian and gather essence and qi.
Dan.
Only those who open up the middle dantian and condense the essence to strengthen the elixir are truly strong in the Earth Yuan Realm!
Xiao Game has done it, but Chu Yiliu has not yet done it.
To be able to open up the middle dantian at a young age and condense the essence to produce elixirs, one must either have unparalleled qualifications or possess powerful bloodline power.
But no matter what the reason was, it was not what Chu Yiliu wanted to see.
A strong enemy, definitely a strong enemy!
His expression moved slightly, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: It seems that it was his turn to pretend to be a failure, and he was slapped in the face.
However, the loser does not lose the formation!
Suddenly, Xiao Yi took action.
"Let you know what the difference is." The power of a punch explodes, and the energy and blood spurt out like a dragon. Wherever the power goes, the ground shakes.
boom...
After a blow, Chu Yiyi was forced to retreat.
He obviously still had three laws of origin power that he could use, but he didn't because Xiao Yi's punch was just a demonstration.
After the punch, Xiao Bo Yi looked at Chu Yiyi with cold eyes and said in a cold voice: "From now on, disappear in front of me, otherwise... you will be responsible for the consequences!"
He shook his coat, and the light on the snow-white coat shrank, and turned around to leave.
Real strength lies not in killing, but in intimidation!
It is more fun to shock the opponent than to kill him. Xiao Yi really enjoys the trembling eyes of others under his fists, rather than a cold corpse.
The crowd walked away.
Mo Ji's face darkened and he immediately took a step forward, but was stopped by Chu Yiliu.
"Don't be impulsive!" He shook his head and said in a deep voice.
"snort!"
Xiao Boyi's snort sounded in the distance, and the meaning was very clear: I guess you are smart!
Mo Ji had a look of injustice on his face and said angrily: "Brother First Class, seeing that guy's eyes on his forehead makes me so angry."
Chu Yiliu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "This is the territory of the Forbidden Immortal. It's not good for us to argue with them. Let's go back first."
Even if they and Xiao Yi lose both sides, there will be no benefit. There is absolutely no point in doing such a thankless thing.
"Okay." Mo Ji snorted, seeming to be a little angry.
Chu Yiliu smiled. The road to cultivation is long, and he will always meet countless strong people. Victory and defeat are commonplace, so there is no need to take it to heart.
"Have we met many strong people along the way?" He put his arm on Mo Ji's shoulder and said with a smile, "But in the end, how many will be able to get ahead of us?"
Mo Ji's eyes lit up and he suddenly said: "Haha, first-class brother, I understand!"
"One day, I will leave these guys in the mountains behind."
"Ha ha."
The three of them laughed in unison.
As for the King of Song, he huddled up in a ball, and all the heavenly materials and earthly treasures on his body were taken away by Ula bones, and then he was knocked unconscious and no one paid attention to him.
The loser is not miserable.
Sadly a coward.
In the eyes of Chu Yiliu, King Song was already a coward and could never become a great man!
To him, there is no difference between killing or not killing.
"By the way, first-class brother, why did that person just say that he opened up the middle Dantian?" Mo Ji suddenly asked.
He also felt just now that when Xiao Boyi stimulated his dantian, all the power of the earth surged towards him, and even the power under his feet was robbed.
Chu Yiliu nodded slowly and told Mo Ji the two previous theories on Dantian.
"Ah? So that's it?" Mo Ji was already surprised and said in surprise: "Brother Yi Yi, then aren't we considered true Earth Yuan Realm monks?"
Chu Yiliu chuckled and shook his head: "Of course we count, but we are not considered to be strong in the Earth Yuan Realm!"
As he spoke, a gleam flashed in his eyes. The brief confrontation with Xiao Boyi made him decide to speed up the pace of opening up Zhongdantian. Otherwise, he would be eliminated in the coming storm.
Others have already stood at a higher position and stepped forward bravely, and they, the latecomers, can only redouble their efforts!
"Okay!" Mo Ji nodded, thoughtfully. It seemed that besides the power he thought he had, there was something more powerful.
While they were talking, the three of them had arrived at the ancestral land of the Ula tribe.
This is a small village, a village, let alone a forest. The houses built by the Ula people are very simple, made of countless trees.
The weapons they use are all kinds of bone products, with few metals like spiritual iron, giving them a very primitive and backward look.
A dozen children, large and small, wrapped in simple animal skins, were playing with wooden guns and wooden swords. In the open space at the entrance of the village, a group of young people, under the guidance of a big man with broad arms and round waist, were playing seriously.
They practice martial arts on the ground and shout loudly.
When Chu Yiyi and others appeared, the children gathered around them.
"Wow la la la..." They were chirping in Ula language and looking at Chu Yiliu curiously.
When the young martial arts practitioner saw Mo Ji, he respectfully raised his hands above his head and bowed down: "Meet the Holy Envoy."
However, Chu Yiliu clearly felt a sense of hostility.
He was the big man who taught everyone how to practice martial arts. He was burly, with countless pigtails, and his face had more colorful patterns than Wula Gu's face. He just bowed slightly to Mo Ji, feeling a little reluctant.
Wula Gu whispered: "Master Chu, he is Wula Python. He is one of the few people in the clan who is unwilling to obey the Holy Envoy."
Um?
Chu Yiliu raised his eyebrows. It seemed that wherever there were people, there would be struggles. Although the Ula tribe was primitive and backward, they also had conflicts of interest.
"Are you the one they are waiting for?" Wula Python looked straight at Chu Yiliu and shouted in a buzzing voice.
He is full of qi and blood, full of energy, and has the strength of the middle stage of the Earth Yuan realm.
Chu Yiliu raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"You seem to have a problem with me?" He smiled.
Before she finished speaking, Xie Siling happened to pass by with a group of women from the Ula tribe. After she came to the Ula tribe, she taught them how to clean blood food, barbecue and cook, and the food she made was delicious and deeply loved by the Ula tribe.
When Wula Python saw Xie Siling approaching, her eyes showed unabashed domineering desire.
"Young master, you are here!" Xie Siling smiled brightly and walked to him charmingly.
Chu Yiliu smiled and nodded. However, he felt that Ula Python's anger was even more shocking. The whole ground was shaking.
Many Ula women showed fear.
"You are her master, I...want to challenge you!" Ula Python shouted angrily, "Only the strong deserve to have beauties and have the right to enter the Holy Land!"
His eyes sparkled with cold light and his aura was overwhelming.
Chu Yiliu frowned, this big barbarian was determined to teach him a lesson.
"Wula Python, what are you talking about?" Xie Siling shouted sweetly and glared at him.
"Shut up, woman!" Ula Python shouted angrily, with greed in his eyes, "When I defeat him, you will be mine!"
He took one step forward, his momentum like a rainbow, and pointed directly at Chu Yiliu.
"Wula Python, you are so impudent!" Wula Gu shouted loudly and said in a cold voice: "Young Master Chu is the guest of the Holy Envoy. You are disrespectful to the Holy Envoy!"
"Huh!" Ula Python snorted and rolled his eyes, "With my Ula Python's strength, I can revitalize the Ula tribe even if I don't need a holy envoy!"
He is one of the minority members of the Ula tribe. He does not believe in the existence of holy messengers and respects his own power even more. When Moji first arrived in the Ula tribe, the Ula python almost had a fight with him, but was stopped by the high priest in time.
"Okay, okay, I will tell the high priest exactly what you said!" Wula Gu snorted and said dissatisfied.
"Woman!" Ula Python sneered.
"If you dare not accept my challenge, then I will never allow you to enter the Holy Land!" He turned around and gave Chu Yiyi and others a middle finger.
"By the way, there are women!"
Chu Yiliu touched his nose. It was a bit nonsensical. When he first came to the Ula tribe, he was provoked inexplicably. And what happened to that holy land?
However, he was also curious to find that with Moji's temper, he could actually resist the provocation of Ula Python?
"Brother Yi Yi, let's go see the high priest." Mo Ji snorted.
The two walked side by side.
"There are many people in the Wula tribe who support Wula Python, and they don't believe in the existence of the Holy Messenger!" Wula Gu said as he walked.
He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the "alien" like Ula Python, thinking it was a blasphemy to the God of the Earth. However, Ula Python was a powerful being in the tribe, and no one wanted to offend him.
Over the years, the Forbidden Immortal territory has not been as stable as before. The Wula tribe’s hunting territory has become less and less, and the survival crisis is approaching. They urgently need to find new breakthroughs. That’s why some talents like Ula Gu go out of their ancestral land to search for
Holy Messenger.
With this connection, Chu Yiyi also understood. That is to say, the people of the Ula tribe had differences on the direction of future development.
"Don't worry, Mo Ji will not let you down!" Chu Yiliu said with a smile.
"I believe in the Holy Envoy and Mr. Chu!" Wula Gu's eyes showed a burning look. He saw Chu Yiliu and Mo Ji creating many miracles along the way.
While talking, everyone walked up to the tallest tree house in the village. The trees were carved with various patterns, which looked timeless and seemed to be embedded with the charm of time.
The tree door was closed tightly, and Wula Gu knelt in front of the tree house and muttered something. With a crash, the branches woven into the tree door flew apart, and the door opened.
"Distinguished guests, please come in." A strong voice sounded, which was somewhat different from Chu Yiyi and others' impression of the high priest. He did not seem to be a gray-haired old man.
Chu Yiliu and Mo Ji looked at each other and jumped up to the tree house together.
The sight in front of them made the two of them suddenly widen their eyes...