Under Xiao Lin's words, Luo Qingfeng said a few words, saying that she would be in the room all the time these days, that she would not go out, and not to disturb her, and then left in a hurry.
The way she was walking in a hurry seemed more like she was running away for no other reason than the piece of phoenix blood jade.
The Phoenix Blood Jade was snatched away just like that. Luo Qingfeng felt guilty.
After walking down the second floor, she found a relatively quiet room on the first floor, opened all the windows, looked around the room, and nodded with satisfaction.
"It's quiet here and suitable for practicing."
After seeing everything in the room clearly, she closed the window and closed the door tightly.
She couldn't wait to know her current physical condition and the "Hongmeng Tianjue". After all, it was related to her future cultivation.
Sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, she closed her eyes and felt warmth in her abdomen. Luo Qingfeng knew that it was the location of her Dantian.
Her Dantian was colder than ice before, but now it is full of vitality.
Luo Qingfeng was surprised when she thought about it. She saw a grayish thing in her dantian.
"This is spiritual power." His eyes opened, and a light flashed in them.
"By the way, there is also Hongmeng Tianjue." She closed her eyes again, thinking about Hongmeng Tianjue.
In an instant, four golden characters flashed through Hongmeng Tianjue in my mind.
Immediately, the four words disappeared, and rows of tiny words appeared, arranged in an orderly manner in my mind.
"In Linjun Continent, the spiritual power of a spiritual master is respected by martial arts. The path of a spiritual master is difficult and difficult every step of the way.
The power of the spirit is gray, and the power of the spirit is divided into nine stages. This is the beginning of the spiritual master's training.
After the soul, each level is divided into nine levels. As the saying goes, the soul can be refined nine times to avoid falling into hell, and nine is the ultimate number.
Hongmeng Tianjue, the strong one will be strong, the weak one will be weak, and it is divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow, with sky as the head and yellow as the tail.
Your current strength is the seventh level of spiritual power, and Hongmeng Tianjue cannot reach the yellow level yet."
Luo Qingfeng opened her eyes, dissatisfaction showing on her face.
The seventh level of talent power is too weak, too weak
If anyone else knew at this time, Luo Qingfeng would only be alive for a few days.
He has gone from having no spiritual power to having seven levels of spiritual power, and yet he is still rejected by her. He will definitely faint from anger.
Luo Wuxia, who is said to be very talented, started practicing at the age of five. Now he is twelve years old and has just entered the first level of spiritual master.
And she was in the ice and fire bipolar pool, washing the menstruation and severing the marrow for several days, without practicing in the middle, and jumped directly to the seventh level of spiritual power. She was still too slow.
Rubbing her chin with her fingers, Luo Qingfeng thought thoughtfully, "It seems that I saw something just now and didn't open it. Let's take a look again."
She sat upright, closed her eyes, and with a thought, what she saw just now was much clearer than what she saw just now.
Luo Qingfeng opened it, and six characters appeared in his mind: Donglin National Geography.
I didn't expect Hongmeng Tianjue to have such a thing, it would be much simpler.
Linjun Continent is vast, and Donglin Country is just a small country to the east of Linjun Continent, a small corner of the continent.
Fengyun Town
Luo Qingfeng skipped other places and turned directly to Fengyun Town. She was in Fengyun Town now, so she naturally wanted to know about Fengyun Town first.
She read it carefully, and her mind suddenly focused on geography.
So much so that she didn't notice that the milky white breath condensed in the air merged into her body and flowed into her Dantian along her meridians.
As the breath flowed into her Dantian, a faint light flickered in the palm of her left hand.