In the morning, Qin Cheng was as weak as if he had only one breath left.

As a result, in less than a day, he was revitalized and full of spiritual energy. What a terrifying recovery power this is.

Seeing that Qincheng's aura was stable, some monks completely gave up their previous thoughts.

But the one who was most excited to see Qincheng recover was Ren En.

"That's great, Fellow Daoist Cheng, congratulations on your recovery. Can you tell me the answer now?"

He had never been exposed to such strange calculations before, and the proud Renn felt a rare sense of frustration.

Although this matter has nothing to do with cultivation, whether you can answer it or not is irrelevant.

But Renn's competitiveness was never purely focused on one aspect. He had been thinking about the answer to this question, and his heart was itching to death!

"Okay, listen up, this number is a bit long."

Qin Cheng nodded and spoke a long list of numbers under Ren's serious gaze.

"Really?" Ren asked suspiciously.

A hint of intuition told him that Qin Cheng was deceiving him.

"Really, if you don't believe me, just forget it." Qin Cheng said casually.

Ren's guess was correct. He had just made up a bunch of numbers. Otherwise, even if he knew the method, he wouldn't have the patience to actually calculate it.

"I……"

Ren was speechless.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be unable to judge whether Qin Cheng's answer was correct.

Thinking of this, he almost lost his breath.

If I could figure it out, why would I ask you?

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Although your question is subtle, it has too little to do with us monks." Ren said dullly.

"If you ask another question, as long as it is related to cultivation and accessible to our level, if I can't answer it again, I will admit failure."

He previously promised to tell Qin Cheng the answer within an hour, but he held it in for several days with no result. Now he was eager to regain his face, so he asked Qin Cheng to ask another question.

But this time, Renn carefully set the restrictions to avoid Qin Cheng from causing any weird problems again.

"Okay, but can I think about it?" Qin Cheng said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come up with the question."

Renn looked confident and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

Qin Cheng closed his eyes and looked like he was thinking, but in fact, his soul entered the medicine refining space.

Looking at the wordless heavenly book suspended in mid-air, Qin Cheng raised his hand and quickly opened the pages. When he saw the densely packed words on the art of time, he felt a surge of excitement.

Renn is a manic man. If you really think about his problems, isn't that a disease?

The Technique of Time has finally been perfected. The first priority is of course to study this technique.

After all, this is Xing Zun's self-created residual skill, which is not weaker than Xuan Gong. After experiencing the perfection of the Wordless Heavenly Book, it is hard for Qin Cheng to imagine what state it has reached.

"Huh? What I have perfected is actually only part of the Time Technique?"

After integrating the contents into his spiritual consciousness, Qin Cheng was slightly surprised.

Although the Technique of Time is a fragment left by the Star Lord, it is relatively complete. However, after being improved by the Wordless Heavenly Book, the two were compared, part deleted and modified, and it seemed to be divided into several exercises.

But soon, Qin Cheng also calmed down.

Venerable Xinghe is a powerful man who travels all over the world.

With his current strength, he is lucky enough to be able to perfect one of his techniques.

"What I have perfected now is the first form, Time Condensation?"

Qin Cheng's eyes fell on the technique and he read it carefully.

"Time is like a long river, rushing endlessly and never ending. However, rivers may be fast or slow, rushing or gurgling, and time is not eternal. The time-condensing technique is to use its own origin to fluctuate the water flow and slow down the rush of the long river."

"Slowing down? It's like a saint's finger? No, no, it's slowing down time in all directions. In other words, the caster himself is not included in this? Damn it!"

Although he continued to read, it was only a short opening sentence, but the hidden content was not small. Reading it carefully, Qin Cheng's heart immediately surged and his eyes widened.

Although they are all time magic, they are completely different from the One Finger of the Saint!

The time technique taught to him by his father can slow down time within a radius of a hundred feet, so that everything in the world becomes almost stationary, and only a single aura of light remains.

But the biggest problem or flaw of Sage Yi Zhi is that Qincheng itself will be affected and cannot take action.

Although the power of that spiritual light is good, it is far from powerful, and because it is a Taoist technique, it consumes a lot of money.

But this time-condensing technique only slows down the flow of time and does not have much impact on the performer himself.

And during this process, wouldn't he be able to cast spells and even superimpose stronger power in a short period of time?

More importantly, this opening sentence implies another important point.

"The Time Condensation Technique is a technique that slows down the flow of time. Doesn't that mean that in addition to slowing down, the Time Technique also has a technique that speeds up the flow of time?"

Qin Cheng couldn't help but breathe a little quickly.

In battle, it is not just time slowing that has an effect.

Think about it, if you blast out a magic spell, time will accelerate instantly.

The other party had no time to dodge, and the magic hit him directly in the face. What a terrifying effect?

Thinking further, what if you could change the time?

When you need to be fast, go fast; when you need to be slow, go slow.

How terrifying must that scene be?!

"It's a pity that I haven't made a breakthrough in my cultivation yet. I can only practice the Ningshi technique. But once I master this technique, I can replace the Saint's Finger or strengthen the Saint's Finger." Qin Cheng took a deep breath.

The introduction at the beginning made Qin Cheng feel a strong sense of expectation.

You must learn this Condensation Style,

Next, it’s time to practice.

At this time, Qin Cheng had completely forgotten Ren's instructions.

Let yourself come up with a question?

Is there such a thing?

Outside, Ren En waited patiently, and there was no movement from Qin Cheng for a long time.

But the other party had just recovered and said that he needed to think about it. Although Ren was scratching his head, he couldn't do anything.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, come and have a chat."

Ren had no choice but to turn his attention to the ancestor of the Chen family not far away.

Although there are no restrictions on the two people's activities, in fact, Lin Songyue and others arranged for the Erxian monk to follow Qin Cheng and Ren En every day.

It seems certain that one of the two is a black demon, and one must always be on guard.

And today’s turn is none other than the ancestor of the Chen family.

"Fellow Daoist Lei, I wonder what you want to talk about?"

The ancestor of the Chen family has never experienced Ren's suffering, he said with a gentle smile.

"Whatever, let's talk about you," Ren said with a smile.

"It's quite strange to say that your body is full of death. You should be buried up to your neck in loess and you should be put into a coffin soon."

The Chen family ancestor’s smile suddenly froze.

In one sentence, he discovered the horror of Renn.

This guy really doesn't know how to chat.
Chapter completed!