Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

In this way, Wu Fan practiced "Qingfeng Sword Technique" and "Feiyanbu" every morning, went to learn medicine and read books with his master in the afternoon, and came back to practice "Huofen Jue" at night. Time flew quickly, and three months passed in a flash.

That night, Wu Fan threw the book "Huofen Jue" on the bed in a rage, and lay on his back on the bed looking at the roof, his face livid, and he didn't know what he was thinking!

Three months have passed, and his swordsmanship and light skills have made great progress, but he is still at a loss for "Huofen Jue", and he hasn't cultivated any internal strength. Wu Fan's previous persistence has been shaken, and he thought to himself: "Am I also like others, and have no chance with this skill?"

Song Fei's first level of "Dragon and Tiger Divine Power Skill" has almost been successfully cultivated. Now Song Fei can easily lift a fifty-jin stone pier with one hand, and Wu Fan is really envious.

Wu Fan lay on the soft and comfortable bed, thinking for a long time, and finally decided to practice for another month. If he still couldn't cultivate internal strength, he could only ask the master to choose a new internal strength method. He would not be stupid enough to practice for several years for a method that could not be practiced. He wanted to practice this method before because it was really powerful. He wanted to practice it with a try-and-see attitude. If he could practice it, it would be the best. If he really couldn't practice it, he would give up decisively and would not let this method delay his precious time.

"Go to bed early tonight, get up early tomorrow to practice and try. I have been practicing at night for the past few months. I don't know what it will be like to practice in the early morning," Wu Fan murmured in a low voice.

The next morning, before dawn, Wu Fan had already gotten up and started practicing. He was immersed in practice. When the first ray of sunlight appeared, there were some colorful light spots in the air that were invisible to the naked eye of mortals, slowly flying towards Wu Fan's body and drilling into Wu Fan's body little by little. The light spots are divided into many colors, including red, black, green, gold, and yellow...but there are many more red light spots than other colors! Wu Fan didn't feel anything about these things at all, and he still closed his eyes and practiced attentively.

It was not until near noon that Wu Fan woke up slowly. When Wu Fan woke up, he felt relaxed all over and clear-headed. He practiced for six or seven hours, but he didn't feel tired at all, and he felt that his strength seemed to be a little stronger than before.

After more than three months, Wu Fan finally showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. Hard work pays off, and he finally succeeded, which proves that Wu Fan can practice this method.

In fact, Wu Fan didn't know that the method he practiced was very different from others. Others practiced internal skills from the body to cultivate internal strength, while he relied on absorbing external spiritual energy and finally refined spiritual power in the body. This is a world of difference. Wu Fan didn't know that what he practiced was not an internal skill. This "Fire Burning Jue" was actually a method of cultivating immortals.

In this way, Wu Fan knew that he could practice this method, so in the days to come, he practiced harder and harder.

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Time flies... Four years have passed in a flash.

Wu Fan has spent another four years in cultivation. He is now sixteen years old. During these four years, Wu Fan has cultivated very hard. He has cultivated the "Fire Burning Art" to the peak of the second level, and is only one step away from entering the third level.

Even the "Qingfeng Sword Technique" and "Flying Swallow Step" martial arts have been cultivated to a small success.

In the evening of this day, there were two figures flying and jumping in the yard, turning and moving, fighting fiercely, back and forth, and only heard a young man shouting: "Brother Xiaofan, watch my palm," and then another young man's voice came from the opposite side, "Xiaofei, let the horse come over."

I saw a man who was sturdy and strong, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a green long gown, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a pair of dimples could be seen when the corners of his mouth moved.

Opposite the burly young man was a young man who was slightly shorter than him. This young man looked much more quiet. He stood there like a scholar, with fair skin, bright eyes, thin lips, a smile on the corner of his mouth, long hair tied with a belt, holding a silver-shining long sword in his hand, wearing a green long gown, and looked handsome.

I heard the burly young man on the opposite side shouting: "Brother Xiaofan, I'm going to be serious, take it", and saw him slash with a palm, the palm wind was fierce, and went straight to the head of the opposite young man.

The opposite young man smiled slightly, dodged the palm easily with a flash, raised the long sword in his hand, and gently rotated his wrist. The long sword also turned like lightning, emitting a cold light and went straight to the heart of the opposite burly young man.

The burly young man was shocked when he saw the other side easily dodge his palm, and then he saw the other side stabbed out such a sharp sword, so he did not dare to neglect it. He quickly took a step to the right, and at the same time his body also leaned to the right. He wanted to dodge the sword stabbing at his heart first, and then slap his head with a palm after the other side got close. Although the idea was good, the young man on the other side seemed to have expected it. He flashed and appeared in front of him like a ghost. In the end, he still couldn't dodge the sword, and the tip of the sword stopped at his heart.

I only heard the young man on the opposite side smiled and said: "Xiao Fei, you lost again."

The burly young man shrugged his head, sat down on the ground dejectedly, and then said frustratedly: "Brother Xiaofan, I can't beat you now. Two years ago, you were not my opponent. Now I can't even take ten of your moves. I didn't expect you to improve so much. I haven't beaten you once in the past two years."

Of course, these two people are Wu Fan and Song Fei. Four years have passed, and they have changed a lot. They are no longer children. Since Wu Fan practiced the second level of the Fire Burning Technique, he has undergone earth-shaking changes. Whether it is reaction speed or strength, there are obvious changes. Even hearing and vision are much better than before.

Wu Fan walked over and stretched out his hand to pull Song Fei up, smiling and said: "Okay, don't be upset. Have you forgotten how you beat me before?"

Song Fei patted the dust on his body, then gritted his teeth and said: "Just wait, brother Xiaofan, I will surpass you. I can't always be bullied by you like this." After saying that, he raised his leg and kicked Wu Fan in the butt.

Wu Fan didn't hide either. After being kicked by Song Fei, he pretended to be injured and fell to the ground. Then he pointed at Song Fei and complained: "Look, you beat me, oh, my butt."

Song Fei glared at Wu Fan and laughed and pulled Wu Fan up. Then the two walked towards the house with their arms around each other.