After a while, Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
The speed of cultivation has been significantly improved.
The magnitude of the improvement is visible to the naked eye, which is comparable to the previous practice of taking Heaven Origin Pill.
After Heaven Origin Pill was exhausted, his cultivation speed inevitably slowed down.
But now with the improvement of his root bones, his cultivation speed has become faster again.
And this time, the cultivation speed will not slow down anymore, because the increase in cultivation speed is brought about by the improvement of the root bones.
As long as he does not suffer serious injuries that would affect his talent, his bones will not become weak.
"Root Bone Talent should be on par with Sword Art Talent!"
The effect of the same type of Tiancai Dibao continues to weaken after continuous use.
If his own Root Bone Talent is one, and he has taken Gengu type Tiancai Dibao four times before and after, his Root Bone Talent should have been raised to eleven.
At first, his talent could only be considered average. His talents in all aspects were extremely balanced, and no one talent was particularly outstanding.
Whether it is the original Root Bone Talent or the original Sword Art Talent, they should be equivalent.
Therefore, his current Root Bone Talent should be equal to Sword Art Talent, which also reached 11.
"You can't waste the Earth Spirit Pill you took."
Fang Han closed his eyes again, and <Azure Profound Art> started running again.
The blue-gold Internal Qi surges endlessly in the meridians. The medicinal power of Earth Spirit Pill is quickly absorbed and refined, and transformed into wisps of pure Internal Qi, which are merged into the Qi Sea.
Fang Han was immersed in cultivation, and before he knew it, it was already late at night.
He slowly stopped and opened his eyes.
Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, falling on the bamboo forest in the courtyard, dyeing the greenery into a faint silvery white.
He stood up and pushed open Quiet Room's door.
The night wind blows by, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves and the unique coolness of the mountains.
Standing on the porch with his hands behind his hands, looking at the bamboo forest swaying gently in the moonlight, he slowly exhaled a breath.
Dusk is closing in, and a faint cloud of dust and smoke rises from the official road.
Zhang Clan Second Grade Elder Zhang Yuan Heng used Body Movement to move quickly, hoping to reach the nearest city and settle down before dark.
The trees on both sides rustled in the evening breeze, and the shadows of the branches and leaves were stretched long and pale by the setting sun, casting uneven shadows on the official road.
This place is still more than twenty miles away from the nearest city. We should be able to get there before dark. Zhang Yuan Heng raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Just then--
A black shadow silently emerged from the dense forest beside the official road, blocking his path.
The speed was astonishingly fast, leaving only a blurry afterimage in the dusk.
Zhang Yuan Heng's complexion suddenly changed, and his figure drifted back, avoiding the incoming black shadow, and landed on the official road a few feet away.
"Who?"
Zhang Yuan Heng pressed his right hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, his eyes fixed on the black shadow.
The black shadow didn't speak, but walked towards him slowly.
The last ray of sunset fell on this person, revealing Brocade Robe dressed in Dark Gold.
He is tall and burly, but wears a bronze mask without any decoration on his face, only revealing a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were neither sharp nor sinister, they just looked at Zhang Yuan Heng calmly, as if they were looking at an inanimate object.
An indescribable feeling of oppression came over me.
Zhang Yuan Heng's pupils shrank slightly.
He is a Second Grade warrior. Although he is not as good as Clan Head in the Zhang Clan, he is still a high-ranking master.
But at this moment, being stared at by these eyes, he felt as if he was being suffocated by a beast.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Yuan Heng took a deep breath, Internal Qi slowly circulated in his body, the long sword was unsheathed three inches, and the sword body glowed with a cold light in the dusk.
The masked man still didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to touch the knife at his waist.
When he saw this knife, a name suddenly came to his mind.
Iron River Gang, Qi Zhen.
"Qi Gang Leader!"
Zhang Yuan Heng blurted out, with uncontrollable surprise in his voice.
"As the leader of the Iron River Gang, you attacked me regardless of your identity?"
The masked man's steps paused slightly.
After a brief silence, he raised his left hand and slowly took off the bronze mask on his face.
Under the mask, it is the dark and rough face of Qi Zhen.
The corners of his mouth slightly curved into a cold arc. There was no warmth in that arc, only a condescending indifference.
"Misstep, I was actually recognized through the knife."
Qi Zhen's voice was calm, as if he was just stating a trivial matter.
Zhang Yuan Heng's face completely darkened.
He drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword made a clear buzzing sound in the dusk.
Second Grade Internal Qi operates without reservation, the clothes swell without any wind, and the aura around the body is as solid as substance.
"Gang leader Qi, I, Zhang Clan, have become attached to the Azure Profound Sect. If you dare to touch me, Azure Profound Sect will never give up!"
His voice was calm, but there was a hint of sternness that even he himself didn't want to admit.
"Azure Profound Sect?"
Qi Zhen The cold arc at the corner of his mouth deepened a bit.
"Sooner or later, Azure Profound Sect will also be stepped on by me, Iron River Gang."
Zhang Yuan Heng's pupils suddenly contracted.
He couldn't believe his ears.
Azure Profound Sect, that is one of Seven Sects, a top force that has been established for hundreds of years. It has a master and a profound foundation.
Iron River Gang has just risen. Even if he is lucky enough to obtain the master's technique and be born a grandmaster, how can he dare to destroy Azure Profound Sect?
This is no longer arrogance, but madness.
"You're crazy."
Zhang Yuan Heng gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
"Even if Iron River Gang has a grandmaster, it is absolutely impossible to destroy Azure Profound Sect. They are all sects with a grandmaster. In terms of background, Azure Profound Sect will only be stronger than Iron River Gang."
"Yes now, but not in the future!"
Qi Zhen's voice is still dull.
He didn't give Zhang Yuan Heng a chance to continue speaking, and quickly drew the knife with his right hand.
Under the urging of the raging Internal Qi, a terrifying golden Blade Qi that was several feet long slashed out and slashed diagonally towards Zhang Yuan Heng.
Zhang Yuan Heng quickly resisted with his sword, but in front of this terrifying golden Blade Qi, his Second Grade warrior's cultivation was powerless to resist.
Not all Second Grade can have as strong combat power as Fang Han!
"Pfft--"
The long sword was swung away, and the golden Blade Qi continued to move forward, cutting a hideous wound on his body, and blood spurted out wildly.
The whole person was chopped upside down and fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Qi Zhen approached slowly and slowly pressed his palm on the top of Zhang Yuan Heng's head.
Zhang Yuan Heng's body shook violently.
An unspeakable fear seized his heart.
He could feel that the energy in his body was draining away at an unprecedented speed, like a flood that burst a dam and poured into Qi Zhen's body along that palm.
His muscles began to atrophy, his skin began to dry out, and his bones began to soften.
The originally rosy face Fang Zheng sunken at a speed visible to the naked eye, with high cheekbones and eye sockets as deep as holes.
He wanted to shout, but no sound came out.
He wanted to struggle, but couldn't move.
The moment before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, he finally understood the reason for Qi Zhen's arrogance.
Magical power.
Iron River Gang, actually practicing magic!
In the morning, Fang Han came to Quiet Room.
Sandalwood Incense Green smoke curls up in the furnace, and the faint aroma is intertwined with the cool morning air, slowly flowing in Quiet Room.
He poured a grain of Earth Spirit Pill from the jade bottle and took it into his mouth.
Danyao melts in the mouth, and a warm and majestic medicinal power melts in the belly, like a river bursting its banks, rushing to the limbs and bones.
"Wow--"
<Azure Profound Art> is running slowly, and the blue-gold Internal Qi is flowing in the meridians.
Like a fine net, it captures, absorbs and refines the medicinal power of Earth Spirit Pill, and transforms it into strands of pure Internal Qi, which circulates along the meridians and then flows into Hearing Palace Acupoint.
"Wow--"
Fang Han's mind sank into his body, carefully sensing the speed of Internal Qi's growth.
The blue-gold Internal Qi surges endlessly in the meridians, and every cycle brings a subtle but solid growth.
He could clearly feel that the viscous blue-gold Internal Qi in Hearing Palace Acupoint was becoming more and more full at a speed visible to the naked eye.
One hour.
When the morning light penetrated through the window lattice, Fang Han slowly finished its work.
He opened his eyes, and a ray of blue-gold light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.
He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. The breath was condensed but not dispersed. It shot out about a foot like an arrow and drew a pale white trajectory in Quiet Room before slowly dissipating.
"With this speed of cultivation--"
Fang Han whispered to himself, and his voice echoed gently in the silence of Quiet Room.
"It won't be long before we can break through Second Grade Mid-Stage."
He did not get up in a hurry, but closed his eyes for a moment to reflect on the feeling he had just practiced.
For most people, cultivation is boring because the speed of cultivation is as slow as a snail and it is difficult to obtain the pleasure of improvement.
For him, who can improve his cultivation quickly, he can clearly feel the improvement every day, and practice is simply a joy.
Standing up, he stretched his slightly sore muscles and pushed open the door of Quiet Room.
The morning light rushes towards my face, bringing with it the unique crispness and brightness of late autumn.
The bamboo forest in the courtyard rustled in the breeze, and a few yellowed bamboo leaves swirled down and spread a thin layer on the ground.
Fang Han walked through the courtyard and stepped into the Side Hall.
Qui Lan was taking Maid to place breakfast dishes in the hall. When she heard footsteps, she looked up and quickly bowed to salute.
"Senior brother."
Fang Han nodded slightly and sat down at the table.
A plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables is green and shiny, and a bowl of Blood Rice Porridge is steaming hot.
There is also a tray of shrimp dumplings with thin skin and large fillings, and the soup inside is faintly visible.
He picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly.
Qui Lan stood aside with his hands down. After Fang Han had eaten most of it, he spoke softly.
"Senior brother."
Fang Han paused slightly while picking up the food, then raised his eyes to look at Qui Lan.
"What's the matter?"
Qui Lan's voice was lowered, with a bit of solemnity.
"In recent times, masters from the major forces that rely on Seven Sects have disappeared one after another."
Fang Han put down his chopsticks and frowned slightly.
"Missing?"
"Yes."
Qui Lan nodded and told the news one by one.
"The first person to disappear was Elder, a big force attached to Vajra Temple. This person went out on business and never returned. Not even his body was found."
"Then there was a big force Elder and Second Grade who were attached to the Tyrant Blade Sect. They also went out and were never heard from again."