Concentrate

Chapter 36

When Xun Yan woke up, he was in good spirits, but he was still thinking about the cultivation that he had promised him before.The speed of doing things immediately increased, and even breakfast was rushed.

He only wanted to live up to the good cards in his hand, and he didn't care about the doubts of the goblins.

"Yanyan only ate one thing for breakfast today."

"Two." Brick corrected Tiantian's math mistakes.

"Is milk considered rice? It's hot when it's hot."

Brick didn't know the scope of rice, but he knew that Xun Yan usually cooked porridge for breakfast.The goblins can stay up all night now, so the porridge for breakfast will also have an extra bite for them.

"Drink milk?" Xun Yan asked them from the kitchen window.

All the goblins shook their heads.

Tiantian likes to drink it, but what he drinks is actually the sweet Wangzai, which he doesn't like if it has no taste.

Xun Yan originally wanted to drink boiled water, which is the most convenient. When looking for bread, he found that there were still several boxes of milk in the refrigerator. He bought them for cooking and snacks. After weighing the nutritional value, he chose milk as expected.

After breakfast, he didn't pick up his mobile phone, and continued to practice the spiritual power collection and release, and at the same time, according to the method Yu Kongsang said, he gathered and absorbed the spiritual energy during the day.

According to Yu Kongsang, the aura was thin during the day, not because it was squeezed out by the sun, but because it had risen to a certain height. This height can't be reached by going up to the second floor, and even the twentieth floor.It needs a unique method to lure it down, so that it can not only improve the efficiency of modern cultivation, but also strengthen the quality of spiritual power.

Xun Yan could only do one level at the beginning, and he was lured down, but it was only half of the night's amount, and the seduction also made him tired.Take your time, the road to high places is always tedious and boring.

Yu Kongsang watched from afar without disturbing.In the glass window, the people who are concentrating on cultivation move their foreheads lightly under the ups and downs of spiritual power, and the yellow and plain window screens are also swaying with the wind passing through the hall

more than.

No matter how boring something is, if you make up your mind to do it, you will be very energetic on the first day.Xun Yan is in very good condition, and his talent is also good. By noon, he can barely complete the second stage.The aura received from this level is similar to that at night.He habitually wanted to make lunch, and what Yu Kongsang said suddenly echoed in his mind. The need to eat food is the illusion of human cultivators.

So he sat back again, intending to use belief to resist this conditioned reflex.Yu Kongsang ignored the floor-to-ceiling windows and pulled him up: "Are you sure you want me to cook?"

Xun Yan: "..."

Yu Kongsang is good at knives, washes vegetables carefully, and puts seasonings accurately, which is at the level of Germans, but he has no talent in cooking.It's cooked, it's rotten, it's salty, but it just doesn't taste good.It seems that he mixed spiritual power into it to block food and food, taste and taste, sweet is sweet, salty is salty, and can never be merged.Xun Yan was also very impressed.

Although food is not necessary for cultivating immortals, it is necessary for life.

Xun Yan also finally understood this truth. He was used to the 3-minute heat, so he didn't dare to have too much hope for his blood, so he really hoped to maintain this state.But he almost forgot that it was precisely this kind of forced start that led to the end after 3 minutes.

The afternoon is the most leisurely time, the goblins are having fun, and the older ones are also chatting.Xun Yan calculated the time and was ready to finish today's work.

Liang Chun's fruit is naturally very good, with his unique individual talent.However, if Xun Yan has been relying on "medication" to control himself, then this false self-control ability will be clearly seen by himself as a loophole during cultivation.Xun Yan did not allow himself to deceive himself.

The first day was very well implemented, and he didn't even embarrass him at work.At two o'clock, he was sitting in the lobby on the second floor, behind the fluttering window screens.

It's too cold to be high.It's not just the air that's cold.

Going down from a certain height, the higher the height, the greater the concentration of spiritual power.Most of the sects are built in high mountains, one is for imposing manner and status symbol, and the other is for this reason.The third level after the second level is to attract the spiritual power from a higher place, which is thick and cold. Even if Xun Yan wanted to progress as fast as in the novel, he did not dare to rush forward.What's more, the second level is enough for him to be tired.

After dinner, Xun Yan was still like this, and he was ready for the night.He kept in mind what Yu Kongsang said to reprimand the goblins, the need for sleep is also an illusion of immortal cultivators.

Spiritual power can replenish physical strength, and if you are used to cultivating immortals all night, you can experience the effect of spiritual power to relieve fatigue.Simply absorbing spiritual power will not be more laborious than breathing. The brain is similar to a sleep state during this process, so it can relieve mental fatigue.

All in all, sleep is unnecessary!

But at ten o'clock he was sleepy.He is a beginner, and his proficiency in this area is not as good as that of the young Tiantian, let alone Brick, who has been unconsciously absorbed for 900 years.He still can't do it like breathing.Coupled with other exercises during the day, retracting and catching, he should have been unable to hold on long ago, and it was the vigorous energy that supported him to sit up straight.

Insisting on one thing is actually the most afraid of rushing, but it is difficult to see your own state when you are deeply involved, and Xun Yan is afraid that you will be lazy.As an outsider, Yu Kongsang saw it more clearly.

"Don't you know you're tired?"

Of course Xun Yan felt it, but he took it as an illusion.Hunger, sleepiness, fatigue, all the fuck is an illusion.Xiuxian Da/Fa Hao!

"It will damage the foundation."

The sensational statement made Xun Yan dare not force himself to go down.No wonder he felt uncomfortable, it turned out that everything should be done in moderation.

Yu Kongsang: ...

That discomfort should be the itching of lazy bones.

Xun Yan was in a hurry throughout the day, having breakfast and going to bed at night, Yu Kongsang had time to say a few words to him, and did not report what happened last night.

As a result, the kicker came up the next day.

"Huaihaimen raccoon, please enlighten me!"

With such a shout, Xun Yan's small peg was cut in half again and fell to the ground.

The person who came here called himself Huanlang, wearing complicated Taoist robes, and his hair was also long and tied up.As long as an immortal cultivator is a little powerful, he can always maintain a state of prosperity.The Taoist Huanlang is good at Taoism, and his appearance is still in his thirties, with only his eyes showing his old age.

What happened outside the courtyard, Xun Yan's eyes were darkened, and he didn't know any information. Yu Kongsang didn't bother to pay attention to it. It was probably Xiu Jin who was consciously searching, followed up a little, or reasoned from the letter.But the news in the small courtyard has long been spread widely, and of course it is only limited to the range of immortal cultivators.

Everyone loves to pick up soft persimmons.The formation set up by Xiu Jin was peaceful, and those who were recruited by the government and those who formed their own faction knew their intentions and did not want to disturb them, but they were interpreted by the single-handed masters and motley small forces as having a good temper.

Raccoons belong to the former.

Seeing this situation, the goblins were taken aback even if there was a great god by their side, and they all looked at the two in the small building.

Huan Lang flicked his big sleeves, guessing that they were probably the two in this building.The blindfold outside is good, if you don't know the exact location, you can fool him.

He stepped up, fixed in the air, and looked into the building. One was drawing spiritual energy from above to practice, and the other was lazily sitting on a rocking chair.only……

These two are obviously ordinary people who have just started practicing.What about the so-called 500-year masters?

The most powerful master today must not be young, but if it is more than 600 years, it shows that the talent of this cultivator is too poor, and he escaped the catastrophe because he was not qualified.So the top batches are all 500 years old.Those with particularly good qualifications will be able to stand side by side with these cultivators for more than 400 years, also known as 500 years.It is a grade name.

Huan Lang was wondering when a sound of breaking through the air sounded from behind him. The first time he felt it, he didn't look back, and moved directly to the right, narrowly avoiding the blow.

A small transparent arrow passed over his shoulder and headed towards the huge French window.Take the situation, I am afraid that the glass will not be broken, but only a small hole will be broken.However, once again beyond his expectation, the small arrow of spiritual power did not hit the fragile glass, and disappeared like smoke the moment before it touched it.

Taoist Huanlang was really amazed by this hand's control of the spirit power. He had never seen such a precise hand-transformation spirit. He must experience this master!

He turned around quickly, listening to all directions at the same time, carefully guarding against the opponent's sneak attack.

In the southwest corner stands a young man in Tsing Yi, with ankle-length hair hanging loose, showing his origin.

Not a demon, but the spirit of vegetation.

Xiu Jin wanted to strike first.He had heard of quite a few dead people in this kind of competition.Hidden for many years, his attack methods have been practiced very well, but he lacks actual combat experience.The opponent's strength is not as good as his at first glance, but it is a challenge. In terms of experience, he is not qualified to underestimate the enemy.But he ignored the environment here for a while, he was too restrained, Xun Yan would be very distressed if he really broke the glass.

So he planned to disperse his spiritual energy.The spiritual power is not easy to control, but his master's inheritance is not ordinary. He has studied hard for hundreds of years, and he can't play with no one. The kung fu in this area has long been very precise.

It's just that his loose spirit seems to have missed out?

Inside the window screen, Xun Yan silently looked at his left hand.