Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

Gritting his teeth, he persisted until the No. 20 cycle. At this moment, Lan Chuya was drenched all over, and his breathing was weakened a little due to fatigue and pain.

Finally, after the No.20 cycle ended, a wave of spiritual pressure from the late stage of the second layer of condensed energy emanated from Lan Chuya's body. The improvement of the stage meant that the spiritual pressure doubled, and now Lan Chuya looked agile again Quite a few, and the momentum of the whole person has also increased slightly.

After closing his efforts and opening his eyes, Lan Chuya probed his dantian with his spiritual sense. At this moment, the amount of aura has increased from the amount of a wine glass to the amount of a small basin, and the energy channels have also increased from the size of a hair to the size of a thumb. , Quantity has made a leap, quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and cultivation base has also improved a lot.

"Not bad, at this speed of cultivation, it won't take long to break through. In addition, he found that although the meridians are still painful when practicing here, there seems to be a gentle force to relieve them, just like massaging the meridians. It is comfortable, and the small broken house is quite magical."

Every time after practicing, Lan Chuya would sleep for a while because he was tired, and it was the same this time, the bed was so comfortable that he fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

Wuwei manipulated the quilt to cover Lan Chuya's body. During this period of time, Lan Chuya's hard work was taken into account. It was really hard work, and it was a little bit difficult to take care of a child who had no father or mother.

If Wuwei's previous nine enemies knew about this idea, their eyes would drop in surprise, and they couldn't believe it.

... The number one monster is far more ferocious than ordinary monsters. Even a thousand ninth-level top-grade monsters combined are less than half of it. When there are poor humans, it is almost like a fairy tale.

Treasure Hunting Beast was thrown into the bed by its unscrupulous owner. At first, it wanted to get angry, but finally endured it, and just scolded Lan Chuya inwardly. The bed was so comfortable that it had no time to talk to Lan Chuya Ya bickered, rubbed against each other, and then fell asleep, and has not woken up until now.

Wuwei saw that they were all asleep and fell into sleep, the room was really so comfortable, even this monster thought so.

They are asleep, but the outside of the house is not peaceful anymore.

Some people came out of the houses that were closer to the shabby house. They didn't think that anyone would live in that precarious house, but the flag flying at the door attracted their attention. Everyone looked at the sign on the shabby house. The little flag showed curiosity.

"Who chose this dilapidated and dilapidated little house? How courageous!"

"Isn't there still a vacant room? Why did he choose this place? Is there something special here?"

"It's probably a lonely person who doesn't like living with others, so he chose this place."

"Aren't you afraid that the small broken house will be blown down by the wind and bury him in it?"

"Don't be afraid of this. This is the Xiaoyao Sect. Outside there is a large formation guarding the mountain. There will be no wind, rain, or lightning. The house will be fine."

The people who spoke shook their heads and were puzzled, but all of them looked at the small shack with sympathetic eyes.

After watching for a while, everyone dispersed.

In the Xiafeng area, there is a small courtyard that is very quiet and elegant. The flowers and plants in the small courtyard are luxuriant, full of aura, and there are various colorful spirit birds inhabiting the lush trees around, which is comparable to a fairyland.

At this moment, standing on the edge of the small courtyard was a slender, cold and dusty man, with a delicate handsome face, dressed in a pure martial white dress, moving with the wind, his long hair as black as black jade scattered on the white dress, making him fair Her complexion was even more radiant, her sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly raised, and her jet-black eyes were filled with a gleam of light out of thin air.

"The little boy also came, and chose the most dilapidated small house in the row of houses. He is indeed very courageous and special!"

The low voice drifted away, and there was no one there anymore.

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As soon as Lan Chuya woke up, he immediately entered the cultivation state again. Now that he is full of energy, his cultivation efficiency will be higher.

Now that he is at the late stage of the second level of Qi Condensation, he can try to break through to 21 cycles, and after breaking through to 48 cycles, it will be a whole day. At that time, he can practice as he wants, without resting.

Swallow the marrow elixir that was picked up, turn the medicinal power into suction and thrust, spread it as hard as possible, he needs to be fast, he needs to improve, now he is too weak, even a slightly stronger monk can crush an ant to death The feeling of crushing him to death, this little fate that he can't control in his own hands, he hopes to end as soon as possible.

Under the urging of the mantra, the qi veins in the body are running rapidly, refining and storing the aura fused into it.

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and it gradually became dark outside the small broken house.

The fire stove room in the handyman's room gradually gave off a burst of fragrance, which enticed all the people who had stayed in that row of houses for most of the day.

"Finally, I can smell the fragrance of spiritual food."

"It smells so good, it smells even better than the spiritual food in those restaurants at the foot of the mountain."

"I don't know when you can eat spiritual food?"

While everyone was discussing, a person suddenly flew out of the fire stove room and stopped in mid-air. Yes, the double chin is almost sticking to the chest, "Dinner."

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed, and the lantern on a long pole next to the stove room lit up. It was soft yellow, very obvious, and there were two words on it..."Let's eat".

Not long after, I saw long rainbows galloping towards the area above the foot of the mountain, and some of them galloped down from the mountain peak.

It turned out that those who galloped away were delivering meals to those who had status in the sect, while those with low cultivation bases and no deep background could only pick it up by themselves.

As of today, all the people who came to participate in the selection of Zongmen's disciples have come to Zongmen, and they are all settled in that row of houses. Food, because in the eyes of those handymen, if you haven't officially joined the sect, you don't deserve extra sect services. If you want to eat, you can get it yourself, and if you don't want to eat, forget it.

Those who came to participate in the selection of disciples were very low-key. The previous monks who led the way said that the assessment had already begun since entering the sect. Under such circumstances, no one would dare to make mistakes. It would be so embarrassing to leave the sect, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life.

With this in mind, everyone went together or alone, and walked to the fire stove room in an orderly manner.

The doors of the rows of houses were all open, except for the most remote small broken house that remained silent.

At this moment, Lan Chuya is breaking through the cycle of No.20, slow, difficult, painful, big beads of sweat roll down his cheeks, drop after drop, it is hard to tell whether it is from pain or tiredness.

At this time, Tailless and Treasure Hunter woke up.

Wuwei looked at Lan Chuya, their lives were connected, and even it faintly felt Lan Chuya's persistence, almost to the extreme.

As for where the Treasure Hunting Beast is lying, it has been dumbfounded. Its spiritual sense has only been developed for a few years, and it is not particularly smart, but it has an intuition, as if it has followed a great master. The master's perseverance, will, endurance, They are many, many times higher than ordinary people.

Lan Chuya's breathing became even more difficult. His meridians were already so painful that he could only instinctively move his energy channels. If it wasn't for his strong willpower, he might end his practice immediately, but he knew he couldn't. He had to persevere. We must persevere, only through breakthroughs can progress be made, and progress can become stronger.

Two hours later, Lan Chuya pushed the last sliver of aura of No.20 into his dantian, and then immediately closed his kung fu. After breathing out smoothly, he opened his eyes with joy in his heart, "Wuwei, what time is it? Tired and hungry..."

"It's midnight." Wuwei's feelings towards Lan Chuya are now very complicated. From the initial mutual blackmail, to being surprised by Lan Chuya's perseverance, shocked by the terrifying speed of cultivation, and now wanting to care about each other, this is because it has no In the endless years before being sealed, it has never happened, and even, as arrogant as it is, it has never been so close to any human being.

Lan Chuya sat up and patted his forehead, "There's no food to eat."

"Think of a way, such a trivial matter can still hinder you, a smart master Lan?" Wuwei complimented deliberately.

"Haha, that's true." Lan Chuya was so relieved and refreshed by the address of Master Lan, that he didn't even care about being tired, so he immediately got up from the bed, opened the door and went out.

It was quiet outside, and there was a bright full moon hanging in the sky, exuding clever moonlight, illuminating everything on the ground clearly and brightly.

Lan Chuya stood in front of the door of the shabby house, looked around for a while, and then walked towards the fire stove room. There was still a faint smell of food in that direction. If you were lucky, there might be food to eat, let's not care about that much , go try your luck.

When walking halfway, there was a burst of clever breath, which was different from the usual breath. Lan Chuya was attracted, stopped, closed his eyes and sniffed, and identified that it was from Lingzhi. breath from above.

Lan Chuya looked around for a while, then turned around and walked towards the left of the fire stove room, and stopped at the end, there was actually a vegetable field here, yes, it was a vegetable field.

The vegetable field is very, very vast, and there are at least a hundred kinds of vegetables in it, regardless of the season.

The spiritual plants are growing extremely well, and each one is in the peak period of eating, which makes people full of appetite.

"Someone actually grows vegetables in the sect, who is so weird?" Lan Chuya complained, feeling very surprised. In his cognition, everything in the sect is related to cultivation. How could he be so down-to-earth? s things?

"There are so many, it's better to pick some. No one will find out. If there is nothing to eat in the fire stove, use these spiritual plants to satisfy hunger." Lan Chuya covered his lips and coughed lowly, as if a little embarrassed, looked around, After confirming that no one was there, he swept away some with a wave of his sleeves, and then continued to walk towards the fire stove as if nothing had happened.