I have a magic pot

Overnight, the Qingyang Gang and the Feiying Gang, the two major forces.

Surprisingly, the Lieyan Gang, which had been retreating steadily and seemed to be unable to sustain it, turned the tables and became the biggest winner.

At the same time, outside the south gate of the city that night, some common people saw the fight between several big families, and this matter was also spread in the county.

People vaguely guessed that the demise of these two major gangs may also involve the game between several big families in the county.

As the core figure of "threading the needle" and also participating in the war, "Han Feng" inevitably entered everyone's field of vision again.

The former No. [-] waste material in Bailong County, after a sudden emergence, he showed impressive strength and talent.

Standing on the same front with the Lieyan Gang again, what is his plan?

At the same time, people are even more curious about whether the Wang family, as the backer behind the Qingyang gang, will bear this tone.

……

In a flash, ten days have passed.

Not to mention, how far this matter has fermented in the county.

Tonight's Hanfeng is facing an important hurdle.

Under the sky full of stars, Han Feng was sitting cross-legged on the grass in the backyard, holding a spirit stone with both hands, and forming a strange imprint on his dantian.

His whole body was soaked in sweat, and there were even wisps of white smoke rising from his head.

The imprint of the demon refining pot on the chest also flashed a faint green light.

At this moment, Han Feng has reached an extremely critical moment, and the spiritual power in his body flows along the meridians, towards the spiritual veins that have been developed by [-]%.

As long as he overcomes this last section of closure, penetrates the spiritual veins, and draws spiritual energy into the dantian to condense the spiritual power cyclone, Han Feng will be considered a success.

However, this last section is also the most difficult one.

Han Feng worked hard to run the Dao Xuan Jue, condensed the spiritual power into a thin stream, and continued to drill forward along the spiritual veins, trying to open a passage.

But the effect is obviously not good, the closed spiritual vein is like a wall of copper and iron.

No matter how the spiritual power impacted, it remained motionless.

However, under this kind of pioneering method, Han Feng himself is enduring great pain.

The meridians in the whole body are about to be torn apart, but it is also extremely exhausting to control the spiritual power and continue to attack the spiritual meridians.

After holding on for half a stick of incense, Han Feng had almost reached the limit of his endurance, but the spirit vein still showed no signs of being connected.

"Damn it! Why can't it work!" Han Feng roared unwillingly.

Relying on the mysteries of the Demon Refining Pot and Dao Xuan Jue, Han Feng had already opened up [-]% of the closed spiritual veins a few days ago.

I thought I would succeed soon, but unexpectedly, I got stuck at the last step.

Several days later, no progress was made.

Seeing that today was about to end in failure again, Han Feng couldn't be willing in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to instill spiritual power, but he was already a little dizzy.

Xian'er couldn't help reminding.

"Master, you have expended too much mental energy, and your mental strength is a bit behind you. Why don't you rest for a while and try again when you have enough energy?"

But Han Feng was unmoved.

Seeing that he still could not break through this barrier, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

"I don't believe it, I can't break through you!"

As soon as Han Feng gritted his teeth, he simply took out more than ten spirit stones from the demon refining pot and held them in his hands at the same time.

Under the Dao Xuan Jue running at full speed, it absorbed several times the spiritual power in an instant and poured it into the meridians.

Han Feng's move shocked Xian'er.

"Master, it's too dangerous for you to do this. The spiritual power is too large, and the meridians may not be able to bear it."

"It doesn't matter how much, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!

Xian'er, quickly refine your spiritual power and push me up! "

Hanfeng Chonglai does not lack the spirit of adventure, let alone the courage to put all one's eggs in one basket.

Seeing that he was unable to pass this last level, he finally decided to try again.

Faced with Han Feng's insistence, Xian'er stopped persuading, and used all the spiritual power absorbed by Han Feng to refine and purify it with the demon refining pot.

Immediately, these spiritual powers turned into a stream of pure energy and gathered in the direction of the spiritual veins.

At this moment, Han Feng used his only energy to run the Dao Xuan Jue with all his strength.

Controlling this energy, rush towards the trickle of spiritual power that is tenaciously hitting the pass!

Resisting the tearing pain of the meridian, Han Feng finally let the two energies converge to form a thick torrent, which crashed towards the last closed area of ​​the spiritual meridian!

"boom……!"

In an instant, Han Feng only heard a roar in his mind, as if the world was collapsing.

His mind went blank and he knew nothing.

I don't know how long it took, when Han Feng's consciousness came slowly like a tide, before he opened his eyes.

In my mind, a wonderful picture emerged.

It was a vast and boundless world, with silver lights flashing like thousands of stars in the galaxy.

In the center of this space, a group of silver airflows are rotating, slowly and regularly...

Han Feng felt that he and this cyclone seemed to have some kind of wonderful connection.

"Congratulations, master, you have successfully broken through the nine-star martial arts. From now on, you will be a real martial artist."

Awakened by this voice, Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky was already pale, and he was lying on the grass in the backyard, and a whole night had passed.

Looking at his body again, the dark black sludge mixed with bloodshot eyes seeped out from the pores, exuding an unpleasant stench.

"I... I broke through?"

Han Feng was a little dazed.

Xian'er laughed.

"Yes, master, you finally opened up your spiritual vein last night.

Now the aura has entered the dantian and condensed the cyclone by itself, just now you were looking inside your dantian cyclone. "

Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and secretly sighed.

"I'm going, I thought I was going to pass the customs, but I was passed away, fortunately."

After sighing, Han Feng became excited again, and he finally became a spirit warrior.

He desperately wants to know what his current strength is.

He tried to make fists with both hands, but felt that his strength seemed to be the same as before.

Xian'er explained.

"Master, the power of a spirit warrior comes from spiritual power. You need to run your spiritual power and blend it with the blood in your body in order to be able to explode your own power."

When Han Feng heard the words, he couldn't wait to jump up.

Just about to try to make a move, Han Feng discovered something unusual again.

At this moment, he scanned the grass in the backyard under the dawn, and felt that everything that came into his eyes became extremely clear.

The dewdrops condensed on the moss in the corner, the ants crawling along the dry bark on the trunk in the distance, and the leaf patterns on the young leaves on the branches... everything seems to be close at hand and clearly visible.

Not only eyesight, Han Feng's sense of hearing, smell... seems to have changed.

All the subtle sounds and subtle smells around him are covered in his perception range.

"This……"

Han Feng was a little shocked by the changes in himself. He had never heard of such a wonderful sensory improvement if he broke through the Nine Stars of the Martial Apprentice.

But I heard Xianer smile again.

"Master, I forgot to tell you, you are not only a spiritual warrior, but also a spiritual master now."

Chapter 179 Force Measurement

"Psychic master?"

Han Feng was a little startled, but he remembered Xian'er said that practicing Dao Xuan Jue can increase spiritual strength.

"Master, with the improvement of your strength, your spiritual power has been increasing, but you can't feel it. Now you have officially entered the threshold of "Psychic Master".

But even so, your spiritual power is still very weak. What you need to do in the future is to perceive the existence of this spiritual power.

I will tell you the specific cultivation method later, you should first look at your own strength. "

Han Feng nodded, and looked at a dark yellow stone pier about ten feet long and wide against the north wall of the backyard.

This is the "force measuring stone" that Han Feng entrusted Zhao Weinan to buy for him from the Imperial Trading Company a few days ago.

Just one stone pier is worth nearly two hundred spirit stones, which made Han Feng very painful.

The effect of the force measuring stone is also very simple. The spirit warrior bombards the surface of the force measuring stone with all his strength, and the force measuring stone flashes, which means that the strength exceeds a tripod.

The number of flashes represents that the spirit warrior possesses "the power of several tripods". The brighter the light of the last flash, the closer it is to the next flash. The upper limit of the force measuring stone is the power of eighteen tripods.

Before that, Han Feng had tested his strength.

If you activate the Chiyuba Physical Art and punch out with all your strength, the power measuring stone will burst into a burst of yellow light, which lasts for a long time, but it will not flash a second time.

This proves that Han Feng's full strength has reached the strength of one tripod close to two tripods.

Now that he has broken through to the Nine Star Warrior, Han Feng also wants to see how explosive he is.

Without triggering the Tyrant Body Jue, Han Feng used the Dao Xuan Jue, and the cyclone in his dantian suddenly spun.

Without any guidance, Han Feng could instinctively activate his spiritual energy.

Spiritual power poured into the meridians, running according to a certain established track, and Bai Hong stepped out under Han Feng's feet, with his right fist clenched at his waist.

Spiritual power rushed in like a tide, gathering on Han Feng's punch!

At this moment, Han Feng deeply felt the existence of spiritual power.

Different from the fierce and domineering Qi and blood, this is a kind of agile and powerful energy, which can perfectly integrate with one's body and stimulate one's own potential.

The moment this feeling came into being, Han Feng had already rushed to the force measuring stone, and with the help of strong inertia, Han Feng punched like a dragon.

"Mount Regret Fist!"

The Mountain of Regret Fist of Dacheng Realm, under the blessing of spiritual power, smashed hard towards the center of the power measuring stone.

At this moment, an invisible silver light even flickered on the surface of Han Feng's fist.

"Boom...!"

There was a muffled sound like a drum, and the force measuring stone trembled slightly.

"Om...!"

With a buzzing sound, an earthy yellow light rose from the surface of the stone. The light was so bright that it almost illuminated the entire backyard.

The yellow light flickered on for a moment, then went off quickly.

Immediately afterwards, another burst of light came on, this time the brightness was far less than the last time, but Han Feng's eyes widened in shock.

"The power of two tripods!"

You must know that ordinary one-star warriors at the Hui level only have the strength of a cauldron, and every time they rise to a star, they will be raised by almost a cauldron.

And his own martial arts nine-star cultivation base did not inspire the Tyrant Body Jue, and one punch was able to reach more than two tripods of strength.

Doesn't it mean that he possesses the power of a two-star brilliance class?

After the shock, Han Feng quickly felt relieved. After all, he was practicing the Dao Xuan Jue, and while practicing, he was constantly purifying the essence.

And when cultivating, what he absorbs is also the pure spiritual power purified by the demon refining pot.