C74 Yellow Soul State Greater Celestial Full Cultivation
Ye Feng rubbed his temples and looked at her eagerly. He said, "Where can I find an Earth-Grade weapon for you now? Three million soul stones, or an Earth-Grade martial skill, you can choose it yourself!"
"You have no conscience, at least I saved your life! Can an earth grade weapon be compared to three million? I don't care, I want an earth grade weapon! "
Zi Yan could be considered to be relying on him. This powerful queen was currently pouting and glaring at him.
This girl had saved him at the last moment. This was an indisputable fact. Ye Feng also could not make the relationship too stiff and said, "When we reach the Ice City, I will think of a way to buy it for you!"
"That's more like it!" Zi Yan's eyelashes curled up, and she stuck out her tongue proudly. This way, she would have a reason to stay by this evildoer's side. Based on a woman's intuition, she felt that this youth was definitely not simple!
"Alright, quickly go outside. I want to cultivate!" Ye Feng urged, then concentrated on adjusting his condition!
Zi Yan walked to the cave entrance and suddenly remembered that last night, the youth also guarded her like this. She could not help but blush.
"Idiot, if there is a chance, you don't know how to grasp it properly. You can regret it!" She angrily shouted and her voice was pitifully soft.
"The legendary Soul Condensing Grass is comparable to a third grade pill." Ye Feng took a deep breath and put the Soul Condensing Grass into his mouth.
The Soul Condensing Grass melted as soon as it entered his mouth. A slightly sweet liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach.
He swallowed the entire Soul Condensing Grass in no time.
Hiss ~ Ye Feng felt a burning sensation in his stomach, and he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath of air. The medicinal strength of the Soul Condensing Grass was even faster than a third grade pill.
If this continued, he would definitely burn all the meridians in his body. He immediately guided the burning medicinal strength along his body and circulated it for a large cycle before injecting all of it into the Zifu and gas tank.
The medicinal strength! With a swoosh, the cells in his meridians continuously necrosis, and new cells quickly replenished. His constitution was improving bit by bit.
The Yellow Soul Realm Sky Realm was separated by a small river. The difference between the Yellow Soul Realm and the Profound Soul Stage was like a huge mountain!
The martial cultivator had to be tempered every time to improve its constitution. Only when it finally broke through to the Profound Soul Stage could it withstand the tremendous power of a powerful warrior, and not explode and die!
Ye Feng's greatest advantage was that his meridians and meridians were completely memorized in his mind. He didn't need to explore and open them like the other martial cultivator, and in the end, he would be covered in injuries!
His expression was painful. He felt as if he was in a furnace. The cells in his body were constantly being updated, and his strength was also becoming stronger and stronger.
Traces of black impurities were squeezed out of the pores on his skin. In just half a day, he had turned into a clay figurine!
The gas tank inside the Zifu grew bigger and bigger. The 19 meridians that were connected to it were also circulating the true qi at high speed.
After reaching a certain peak, Ye Feng suddenly felt a tearing pain in his mind.
The gas tank expanded with a bang, a hundred meters! The limit of the Yellow Soul Realm!
"The gas tank has already reached its peak, but there is still a small portion of its medicinal strength left. If I continue to hold on, I'm afraid that the Zifu will explode!"
Ye Feng realized the severity of the problem. Although he had broken through to the greater celestial full cultivation of the Yellow Soul Realm, the endurance of his body was not something that could be destroyed!
Every realm had its peak. If one's body could not withstand it, they would only die from exploding!
"Come, the twentieth meridian!"
Ye Feng quickly circulated the remaining medicinal strength and aimed at a new meridian!
A normal martial cultivator at the peak of the Yellow Soul Realm being able to open 16 meridians was already heaven defying.
It would become more and more difficult to open up in the future. The chances of failure would also become higher and higher, causing injuries all over the body.
Ye Feng, on the other hand, was attacking his 20th meridian. There were four more martial cultivator than those with good talent!
Four meridians, that was the difference between 40 to 60 soul force points!
Zi Yan sat at the corner and just happened to not see Ye Feng's situation. But she could also feel that the aura inside the cave was getting stronger and stronger!
"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, what did you do? It has only been three days, and you are going to advance again. How can the martial cultivator in the world live?"
At a certain moment, a wave of air suddenly came from the cave. It swept up dust and blew out of the cave.
Zi Yan stood up in a huff, her expression nervous as if she was looking inside. She walked in and saw that as she expected, Ye Feng had advanced again!
"Big brother, can you save some face for me? You advanced so quickly, I feel very inferior!" Zi Yan said in grief, but at the same time, she did not forget to pinch her nose.
Ye Feng looked at the black mud all over his body and helplessly smiled bitterly. "If you knew what I was carrying on my back, you would probably advance faster than me!"
After saying that, he ran out of the cave and plunged into the pond in the small stream. Even he could not bear the stench.
His twentieth meridian also increased his soul power by twenty segments. That was why he was able to unleash a total of one hundred and sixty segments of soul power without using any skills!
A normal martial cultivator of the same grade could only reach one hundred and twenty segments at most. The difference was a total of forty segments!
Three Waves, two hundred and forty segments!
First Style of Palms, 220 levels!
Zi Yan half leaned against the tree, her posture graceful. The young man was wearing his clothes with his back facing her. There was a three-inch-long scar at the back of his heart, and she saw it.
The sword in his heart was dead for sure! Then, how did he survive?
"Let's go! Let's go and see if Long Mietian has any business to attend to. I am in a hurry to find tiger-bone to practice my skills!"
Ye Feng put on his clothes and shouted at the woman. In the end, he found that the woman's eyes were somewhat evasive. He didn't think too much about it and walked into the forest.
On the Lan Ze Continent, there had never been a rumor of someone entering the True Polar Realm. And the tiger-bone's animal fire was very likely to help him enter that legendary realm!
The tiger-bone must be killed!
