A faint silver light curled like smoke, lingering around Ai Hui, transforming into a vague sword shape, then flashed like a sword light, disappearing and disappearing.

Ai Hui was immersed in practice and had no idea.

An hour later, he opened his eyes, full of joy. This was the first time he felt such obvious progress in his three years of cultivation, and he couldn't help but be excited. After three years of persistence, he finally saw the dawn. What else is more happy than this?

Although the Yuan power absorbed by him in the end only accounted for one-twentieth of the Yuan power he consumed, for him, this was an unimaginable progress. The Yuan power in his body grew three times stronger.

It doesn’t matter if the absorption efficiency is low, it’s just that the practice lasts a little longer. As long as you can see progress, no matter how small the progress is, he is not afraid. What he fears most is that after practicing for a few years, the Yuanli will not move at all.

Ai Hui carefully recalled the cultivation process just now. The bowl of Buyuan Soup in Loulan played a key role. If there were no that bowl of soup, the amount of gold power absorbed by Ai Hui would have dropped sharply. Ai Hui didn't know how much it would have decreased, but he had a premonition, but he was afraid it would have been very low.

Shaking his head, Ai Hui threw away all other distractions.

There are ways to practice the local tyrants, and there are ways to practice the local tyrants.

Although the gold wind and silver hairs in the body are not gentle at all, they are more concise and pure. Although Ai Hui can absorb only a small part, they are much better than ordinary beginners in terms of purity. Ai Hui also realized this. After the free elemental power was dissipated, he did not stop practicing immediately, but continued to circulate the elemental power to make it more pure.

Ordinary students pursue realm more and pursue the growth of their primordial power. However, Ai Hui has rich combat experience. He has seen many powerful people of various types. He has seen many primordial cultivation with similar realm but different combat power. Pure primordial power can make you more handy and make your attack more efficient.

Ai Hui also understood that although the strand of Yuan power in his body was very weak, it was extremely pure. It saved his life many times and played a lot of role in his hands. There were some small means, and even those Yuan Xiu people could not help but praise him when they saw it.

A powerful weapon is not as good as a handy weapon.

When Ai Hui walked out of the room and saw the spotless temple, he was a little surprised.

Loulan noticed Ai Hui's gaze and explained: "I'm relatively free, so I cleaned it up. If Ai Hui minds, Loulan won't be able to do it next time."

"It's cleaner than me." Ai Hui was a little ashamed. The temple seemed to have been washed, and no matter how small and remote the corners were, there was no dust. Ai Hui had always claimed to be a professional in the cleaning temple, but he didn't expect that there was a mountain higher.

When Loulan heard the praise, she was obviously very happy, and her tone became a little cheerful: "Loulan is a sand puppet, and she is good at doing these things."

Who would remember a sand puppet?

Ai Hui thought of this sentence for some reason, looked at the happy Loulan and suddenly said, "Thank you for Buyuan Soup, it's very useful..."

Ai Hui rarely says such things. He always keeps alert and distance in front of others. But in front of Loulan, he has to relax a lot, maybe because Loulan is a sand puppet? Maybe that's the case.

Loulan was even happier when he heard that Buyuan Decoction was effective. He looked at Ai Hui seriously and a strange yellow light lit up in his eyes.

Ai Hui seemed to notice something, and suddenly his hair stood upright.

"Bruises and swelling need time to recover, and muscle damage is no longer a big deal." The yellow light in Loulan's eyes disappeared.

Ai Hui's uncomfortable feeling also disappeared. He felt that Loulan was really a strange sand puppet. She was proficient in cooking, cooking, and cleaning. She looked a little medical. What kind of strange combination is this?

"I'm going to practice." Ai Hui was about to go out. He planned to go to the Xuanjin Tower again, but before that, he would do some preparations and buy some things.

"Loulan is going to work too. Goodbye Ai Hui." Loulan waved to Ai Hui, and her body turned into a pool of quicksand, which penetrated into the ground and disappeared.

Duanmu walked alone on the street at dusk, and his eyes swept across the crowd from time to time. Ai Hui didn't come to class for several days, so he had no choice but to come out to try his luck. He also knew that finding someone like this was like looking for a needle in a haystack. But if he wanted to go back to Xu and ask Mr. Xu to give up, he couldn't afford to lose that person.

When he thought of Ai Hui's bastard, he felt indescribable irritability.

His strange and evil yet delicate and handsome face attracted the eyes of passers-by from time to time. Several beauties stepped forward and were frightened by his cold gaze. The slender body leaned against a camphor tree beside the road, holding a string of candied haws in his hand, biting it slowly. The bright red candied haws and the pale and evil face formed a picture with great visual impact.

The girls didn't dare to go forward, but they came closer to the distance, staring at Duanmu dusk in a scorching manner, wishing they were the string of candied haws.

As if no one was around Duanmu at dungeon, he had long been used to being watched and watched, with a calm face.

"Dunmu dusk, where are you going?"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the other end of the street. Duanmu glanced at him at dusk, then withdrew his gaze, too lazy to pay attention to it, and ate his own candied haws.

A powerful man from Kong Wu appeared not far away. He saw Duanmu Xun's eyes shining and said, "I know that I, Zhao Zhibao, want to challenge you, why? I'm afraid? I hide specifically? It's really disappointing me. I thought Duanmu Xun was such a genius, but it turned out to be a coward."

Duanmu didn't even raise his eyelids at dusk. His long eyelashes, against the pale complexion, were elegant and charming enough to make women jealous.

The girls watching were immediately excited.

"Zhao Zhibao, you brag and don't make drafts, what qualifications do you have to challenge our dusk?"

"Can any cat or dog be challenged at dusk in our house?"

"Look at you, your upper and lower body is as wide as your upper and lower body, and your hair is still long. Haha, a wooden box is inserted into a mop?"

Zhao Zhibao was furious and his face flushed. He always regarded himself as extraordinary. Although he had heard of the name of a genius in Duanmu Dusk for a long time, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he challenged Duanmu Dusk openly. His own strength is indeed not bad, and he can also rank among the top five in his class.

"This is our genius Duanmu at dusk, the genius hiding behind a group of women, haha"

Duanmu still didn't raise his eyelids at dusk, spitting out the hawthorn seeds from his mouth and said lightly: "I'm in a bad mood today, so you'd better get out."

"I'm in a bad mood? Ha, come on, beat me up." Zhao Zhibao couldn't help but scream as if he heard a joke.

Five minutes later.

Duanmu had no expression on his face and gracefully withdrew his legs. Zhao Zhibao on the ground was not intact, and his nose was swollen. He bit off the last hawthorn on the candied haws bamboo stick in his hand, threw it off, and turned around and left indifferently.

Puff, the bamboo stick penetrated deep into the ground and was inserted two centimeters away from Zhao Zhibao's nose. Zhao Zhibao's eyes suddenly froze and he didn't dare to move.

The onlooker rushed over, cheering and screaming, following Duanmu's back at dusk.

Not far from the street, a woman wearing a veil flashed with her eyes. Shi Xueman quietly came to Songjian City, going to her own temple specifically. Unexpectedly, she saw this scene. She had heard of Duanmu Dusk's name, but she didn't expect to be in Songjian City, and the strength she had just shown was very good.

Could it be him?

But soon, Shi Xueman shook her head. Although she was a blind fight, the damn bastard had a completely different fighting style from Duanmu Dusk. The bastard's fighting style was even more violent and fierce, like a wild beast.

She turned and left, and walked towards her dojo.

It took Zhao Zhibao twenty minutes before he recovered and struggled from the ground to get up with great difficulty.

When he looked up, he was stunned.

He saw a guy with a bruised nose and a swollen face like him and walked towards him.

Ai Hui, who had just bought things, was stunned when he saw Zhao Zhibao in the middle of the street.

The two were so similar, with bruised noses and swollen faces, swollen body, bruises everywhere, facial features deformed, scars on their bodies, and shattered clothes.

Zhao Zhibao, who was beaten up just now, saw Ai Hui as if he was so miserable and embarrassed. Is this ridiculous and humiliating? Today he was like a clown. He felt a sense of anger and rushed up. He said viciously: "I am in a bad mood today, so you better get out."

Ai Hui narrowed his swollen and bruised eyes.
Chapter completed!