Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Seven days passed in a flash.

In a canyon shaped like a sea bowl, six feet underground, in a secret room.

In a secret room about ten feet in size, Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes were slightly closed, his whole body was covered with dust, and he could vaguely see a red bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, as well as dots of red spots on his gray robe. .

suddenly.

Cheng Buzheng opened his black and white eyes, and saw that he was covered in dust, and mana came out through his body. He was slightly shocked, and the person who caught his eyes again was a handsome young man.

With a thought in his mind, a yellow aura enveloped him and fled to the ground.

in a blink.

He then appeared in the Haiwan Canyon, at the bottom of the bowl.

Cheng Buzheng wants to experiment, what is the power of Zijingzhuo in the limit state?

He flipped his right hand, and Amethyst Zhuo floated above his palm.

Cheng Buzheng suddenly realized that Amethyst Zhuo was always a bit uncomfortable at the moment.

He immediately stopped his movements and fell into thinking. In order to reach the upper limit of this spell, he had already spent all his spiritual stones. This spell was a means of protecting his life.

Can't help it, he has the slightest carelessness.

"Before the retreat, Amethyst has a magical effect, and it lies in his one thought, why...after the retreat, he can't reach the state of... the mind is moving!

Amethyst Zhuo has evolved to the limit state of the first order...transfer to repair..."

Cheng Buzheng frowned and said:

"Switching... must be the reason for switching... Mana Shaping..."

Then, with a thought in his mind, Amethyst Zhuo floated in front of him, and he played a spell, a slight suction came from Amethyst Zhuo.

In the space of Cheng Buzheng's dantian, mana surged, and strands of gray mana poured into Amethyst Zhuo.

With the infusion of gray mana, the amethyst suspended in front of him released streams of red smoke.

Not long.

The suction force emitted by Zijing Zhuo was disconnected, and he knew that the mana replacement was finally completely completed.

Then, with a thought in his mind, the air exploded.

Amethyst Zhuo turned quickly and flew up. The air was like a substance, and circles of air waves spread out, hitting the surrounding mountains, rolling rocks, and after a while, the force of the air waves dissipated.

He whispered.

"go!"

Amethyst Zhuo exudes a purple aura, breaking through the air waves that are as substantial as they are, spinning crazily, creating circles of small ripples, shooting towards the distant mountain peaks.

"Boom...Boom..."

I saw the mountain peak in the distance, the tip of the peak has disappeared, but the rolling stones are still falling, and the roaring sound echoes in the canyon, endlessly.

With a thought.

A purple aura came from a distance with the sound of an air explosion, leaving behind a path of air waves.

Cheng Buzheng stretched out his hand and flipped his right hand, the amethyst turned into a pattern, and once again disappeared into the cortex on the back of his right hand.

After seeing the power of Amethyst Zhuo in its extreme state, he was quite happy in his heart.

It is indeed a special spell. Although it is difficult to cultivate, it uses less resources, is convenient and practical, and its power after deduction is even more terrifying.

Compared with the high-quality ones among the middle-grade instruments, their power is also comparable.

He also practiced at the third level of qi and held a medium-grade magic weapon. He was not afraid, and his father didn't even know him if he could beat him.

After all, the mana consumption of a medium-grade magic weapon is really not something a person can bear in the early stage of Qi training. After a few attacks at most, the mana will be exhausted.

And the mana he consumed was within the normal range, enough to support a normal fight.

To this.

Cheng Buzheng was very satisfied, and then escaped into the secret room again, just now to reshape the amethyst, which consumed a lot of mana.

In the secret room, he sat cross-legged on the ground, activated the starry sky formula, and followed Xiao Zhoutian's road map to recover his mana.

immediately.

The aura around him visibly gathered around him and was then inhaled by him.

After half an hour.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in them.

Sensing mana, he was in peak condition in all aspects, and then he didn't delay, a yellow aura flashed and wrapped him up.

in a blink.

The person disappeared in the secret room, three feet below the ground, a yellow spiritual light fled quickly.

Cheng Buzheng followed the direction he came from, and quickly fled towards the Lingshi vein.

There were no accidents along the way, and we arrived safely, far away from the Lingshi vein.

Then, with a flash of yellow light, Cheng Buzheng appeared on the ground, looking at the entrance of the formation in the distance, he walked unhurriedly.

Not long after, he came to a curtain of spiritual light and waited quietly. He knew that the senior guards inside were confirming his identity.

as expected.

At the entrance and exit of the formation, there was a gap in the shape of an arched door, and Cheng Buzheng walked in without delay.

Then, he registered with the guard brother, and then walked towards his wooden house.

Cheng Buzheng opened the wooden door. He hadn't practiced for a whole year and hadn't slept. Although he didn't feel sleepy, he was mentally exhausted.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he took a good rest.

Then, he fell directly on the bed and fell asleep soundly.

After sleeping for two full days and two nights, Cheng Buzheng opened his hazy eyes, stood up, and stretched.

immediately.

Muscles and bones groaned and crackled non-stop. After stretching one lazy waist, I immediately felt much refreshed, but my whole body seemed more energetic.

Cheng Buzheng walked out of the wooden house and wandered around the canyon. After walking around, he found that there were few monks, and most of them were talking in twos and threes, which made him quite bored.

After returning to the wooden house, he began to practice. There is no shortcut to practice. Only by practicing meditation day and night, can one step closer.

For his great cause of longevity, he must whip himself all the time, without the slightest slack.

Although he is now practicing without the support of raw spirit stone ore, and the speed of cultivation is slow, but hard work is necessary, otherwise there will be no resources for cultivation, and he will not be able to practice. He must polish his character.

Only by being able to endure loneliness can one keep one's mind.

On this day, Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and as he finished his work, the aura around him slowly dissipated.

He stood up, reached out to wipe the storage bag at his waist, carried a large pannier on his back, held a mining pick in his hand, and wore a secret ring on his left wrist, opened the door, and walked along the road to the storage cabinet.

After saying hello to the senior brother who was lying on the rocking chair, he put the storage bag into the small grid. After activating the formation, he glanced at it and saw that there was nothing wrong with it, and then left straight away.

Not long.

He arrived at the entrance and exit of the Lingshi Mine, joined the long queue, and waited for the three inspections.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he walked through the same process again, without any accidents, and entered the Lingshi mine smoothly.