It's just that it's in the middle of a martial arts competition now, so Mei Zimiao put away those messy thoughts in her heart, her eyes condensed, and the spirit spear attacked Ji Qianqian like a storm.

received Mei Zimiao's quick and heavy shot head-on, and the corners of Ji Qianqian's mouth involuntarily showed a smile.

At the same time, Ji Qianqian's spirit sword swung sharply, and she took over Mei Zimiao's attack one move after another.

Mei Zimiao attacked, Ji Qianqian defended, Yuan Zihan and the others who were standing on the side only felt dazzled in front of them, and a series of dense gun-sword collisions sounded in their ears at the same time.

The battle between the two Wuhou powerhouses gave Jiang Yue'er, Fang Ying, Yin Xueqin, Fang Huiying and Liu Yun a great shock, because they had never seen a fight between Wuhou realm disciples before.

A quarter and a half hours later.

Mei Zimiao suddenly stopped the spear.

This quarter and a half is enough for Mei Zimiao to give full play to her strength, and Ji Qianqian just wants to see Mei Zimiao's strength, and Mei Zimiao also just wants to see what Ji Qianqian has gained in the past five years of retreat, so there is no need to fight at this point.

"Alright, that's the end of this test, and I'll guide you one by one in the rest of the time. Ji Qianqian said.

In the past five years, she has been in retreat and cultivation, and she has not given good guidance to the disciples under her disciples, so Ji Qianqian has to make up for these in the next time. The qualifications of these disciples are not bad, as long as they are cultivated well, they will definitely become one of the important figures in Qingyunmen in the future.

Summer goes, autumn comes, and winter begins.

Four months later, Fang Zixuan could already clearly feel the existence of the second layer of fist intent.

Regarding Fang Zixuan's progress, Wang Wenguang couldn't help but feel Fang Zixuan's extremely demonic understanding again, the average genius goes from one into two into the artistic conception, at least ten or eight years, and more than ten or even hundreds of years, and how long has Fang Zixuan been? Looking at his appearance, it is estimated that it will only be about a year. The key is that Fang Zixuan is only in the early stage of martial arts, and those people are basically in the realm of martial arts, and the gap between them is not small.

"Okay, you keep it up like this. Wang Wenguang said with a smile.

It's just that Fang Zixuan's fist intent has not yet comprehended the Ercheng realm, but his soul refining technique has just finished cultivating the second layer after three months, which means that Fang Zixuan already has enough strength to sprint towards the second-grade alchemist. However, Fang Zixuan knew that at this critical juncture, he must not go to alchemy, because once he alchemy, it is easy to indulge in it, which will affect the comprehension of the fist intent, alchemy is important, but compared with the fist intent, it is completely incomparable. Therefore, Fang Zixuan decided to resolutely not touch the side of alchemy before thoroughly comprehending the Ercheng fist intent.

And this time, at the moment when Fang Zixuan's cultivation of the second layer of the soul refining technique was successful, there was still a white light that flashed in his pitch-black soul sea. It may be that the speed of this white light is too fast, and with the success of the cultivation of the second layer of the Soul Refining Technique, his soul sea has further expanded, so Fang Zixuan still hasn't been able to discover this white light that is longer and thicker than the last time.

Gradually, feeling more and more intense fist intent, Fang Zixuan found that his spirit seemed to have a tendency to get out of control.

The fist intent seeds in the center of his eyebrows emitted circles of dazzling purple light outward, and with the ripple of these purple lights, Fang Zixuan's heart seemed to have an urge to destroy everything in front of him.

Even if Fang Zixuan hadn't heard of this situation, he knew that he must not let this impulse control him, otherwise he would most likely be ruined. It's no wonder that when he was in the martial arts realm, Wang Wenguang asked him to suspend the comprehension of fist intent, otherwise, I was afraid that when Fang Zixuan was about to comprehend the second layer of fist intent at that time, it would be the time when he died.

Seeing Fang Zixuan's slightly hideous demeanor, Wang Wenguang knew that this was the prelude to Fang Zixuan's cultivation and state of mind not being able to fully keep up with the pace of fist intent and causing his spirit to lose control, so Wang Wenguang said in a deep voice: "Be calm, concentrate on your mind, and abandon all distracting thoughts to suppress this impulse." ”

Fang Zixuan took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and prepared to suppress this impulse without distractions.

At this moment, in Fang Zixuan's mind, that mysterious breeze blew gently again. At this moment, Fang Zixuan seemed to feel a slight coolness coming from his body, and slowly, this slight coolness descended from head to foot, Fang Zixuan was like a person who jumped into a cold small lake in the hot desert, and his whole body was refreshed.

After a long time, Fang Zixuan opened his eyes.

Wang Wenguang looked at him nervously from the side.

It's just that Fang Zixuan's face was calm at this time, just like before, no longer as vicious as before.

"How's that?" Wang Wenguang said with concern.

"Master, I seem to have calmed down. Fang Zixuan said.

"So fast, are you sure?" said Wang Wenguang suspiciously.

"Yes, at least I feel like it's the same now. After Fang Zixuan finished speaking, he took out a spirit knife from the storage ring, the tip of the knife jumped, and he quickly drew a delicate flower on the ground.

Wang Wenguang looked at Fang Zixuan's beating knife tip and the delicate flower, and only after ten breaths did he speak: "It seems that you have indeed calmed down, very good." Next, you can continue to comprehend the fist intent, but you have to be very careful, if there is any abnormal situation, remember to concentrate on it, no matter how important the fist intent is, don't mess up your mind because of this. ”

Fang Zixuan nodded and said, "Understood, Master." ”

In the days that followed, this impulse seemed to have been completely suppressed, and not once did it appear.

However, Fang Zixuan did not take it lightly, many times, failure appeared in the moment before success.

At this time, it is already the rainy season.

Fang Zixuan didn't use the aura to separate the rain, because a little rain fell on Fang Zixuan's body, making Fang Zixuan feel a little cool, and Fang Zixuan liked this feeling very much now.

In the next time, Fang Zixuan followed Wang Wenguang's advice and temporarily stayed in the retreat place of Qingzhu Peak, firstly, coming here can prevent others from disturbing Fang Zixuan's breakthrough, and secondly, if Fang Zixuan has any accidents, Wang Wenguang can also find assistance in time, for the martial arts realm to break through the second layer of fist intent, Wang Wenguang and Fang Zixuan both attach great importance to it, because no one has ever tried to break through the second layer of artistic conception in the martial arts realm, so even if there is any accident, Wang Wenguang does not feel strange, no one has walked the road, although there are many thorns, but it also means that the harvest is equally amazing。

A pioneer is always the one who has gained the most abundantly! It is the same whether it is a mortal or a warrior.

Fifteen days later, the sting.

At this time, the rain in the sky increased, a thunderclap crossed the sky, and the animals that had been sleeping for a winter began to wake up, and the heavens and the earth began to become vibrant.

Looking at the thunder and lightning in the sky, Wang Wenguang said to Fang Zixuan: "When you break through, you should go to my retreat room, this thunder is roaring, I am afraid that you will be harassed when you break through, the secret room is soundproof, you can break through quietly." ”

Fang Zixuan looked at the thunder and lightning in the sky, thought for a while, and then took a deep breath and said, "Master, I decided to break through here, the nine thunder snakes failed to shake me last time, this little sound is nothing." ”

Wang Wenguang looked at Fang Zixuan for a while and said, "Are you sure?"

"Hmm. Fang Zixuan nodded.

"Okay, now that you've decided, let's do it. Wang Wenguang said.

The two looked at each other, and everything was silent.