Interstellar Cultivation Academy

It was very late when Qin Yan got home, but instead he was sleepless, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling dryly.

The five poles that Yu Zhuxin mentioned kept circling in his mind.

Judging from his tone, this Wuji must be extremely difficult to pass, otherwise Wen Donghua would not have told himself.

But ordinary courses are as difficult as a bible, can you challenge the five poles?

Qin Yan turned over and sat up, the more he thought about it, the more unsteady he became. He took out a few magic weapons from his pocket, and looked at them over and over in his hand.

Although the things are good, they are not outstanding enough. It may be possible to deal with practitioners of the same level or even a higher level, but it seems impossible to perform outstandingly.

As for the Xuanlong, judging by Yu Zhuxin's reaction, it should be a powerful spirit beast, but it has just been born after all, how can one expect a baby snake to perform miracles.

Qin Yan fumbled around in his pocket, and suddenly found a box, and took it out.

Opening the wooden box, a dark mass appeared in front of my eyes.

It is the mud given by the black shop owner.

He touched his forehead subconsciously. That day when the boss took the dust, he was very careful, with a pious expression on his face. What is so magical about this mud?

Qin Yan picked up the mud and played with it casually in his hands.

As everyone knows, if Lu Li sees his actions, he will be shocked again.

The mud tentacles are soft to the touch, deformed when pinched casually, and feel a little cold.

This feeling is like pinching a piece of plasticine.

Plasticine?

Qin Yan suddenly had a thought, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.

Mud has two functions, shaping and procreating.No matter how miraculous this piece of mud is, can you still think in these two directions?

He just came up with this idea, and he has already put it into action.

I have a hidden weapon, a poisonous needle, a small defensive ring, and an auxiliary attack mirror, and I am still short of a magic weapon for the main attack.

Qin Yan has a balance when buying, the main attack magic weapon is expensive, if you want to buy a high-quality main attack magic weapon with that amount of money, you can only buy one, but you can buy two of the others. His spells are more aggressive, that's why he gave up the main attack magic weapon and chose the water mirror to copy the spell.

But for now, let's try it out.

He held the mud in the palm of his hand, injected a little bit of real energy, rubbed and pulled it, and stretched the small piece of mud to a length of half a meter.

There seems to be a play!

Qin Yan was very pleasantly surprised. The mud is really not only the size seen by the naked eye, but can be further enlarged, but how big can it be?

He continued to experiment, and continued to stretch the mud. When the mud reached about one meter, he couldn't pull it anymore.

Is this the limit of mud, or the limit of my own cultivation?

Qin Yan is inclined to the latter.

He turned to spread the mud vertically, but it could no longer be spread after about one meter.

The mud turned into a one-meter square.

He thought for a while, and then started from the height, and soon the mud turned into a cube of one cubic meter.

Qin Yan was overjoyed, but after the gratification passed, he became worried again.

But what's the use of changing from a small piece of mud to a big piece of mud?

Continuing to infuse the real essence, the mud did not change much, and could only be squeezed into any shape within the limit of one meter.

Qin Yan rubbed the mud into a ball and thought about it for a long time.

Since the true essence is useless, change it.

He adjusted his breath and meditated for a while, rectified his state, and then let out a trace of spiritual consciousness to penetrate into the mud.

Sure enough, the mud reacted a bit. Under the control of the divine consciousness and the brain, a small piece of the mud turned into metal.

He tried that small piece, and it turned out to be extremely hard, even if it was burned with a fire bomb, it would have no effect at all.

Qin Yan was surprised and burst into ecstasy. He boldly guessed that he could use his true energy to shape the shape, and then use his spiritual consciousness to change its attributes.

Maybe you can make a weapon out of this piece of plasticine?

Qin Yan suppressed his excitement, regained his composure, and began to analyze carefully.First of all, it is necessary to try whether this change is reversible, otherwise it is not a waste of this supposedly magical mud.Secondly, because his cultivation base is too low, and his spiritual consciousness itself is pitifully small, even a little bit of it would hurt his spirit, and the attempt just now made him sweat all over.In the end, will his use of mud in this way damage its true purpose, but this is the aspect he has least considered. The so-called use means that it must be useful. Right now, being able to conjure a weapon is the best use. Anyway, this Mud is free.

After thinking about it, Qin Yan rested and adjusted his state, and once again separated a trace of consciousness, condensing it on the place that turned into metal.

An interesting thing happened, the metal that could not be burned by fire just now, under the control of spiritual consciousness, seemed to encounter some high temperature, slowly melted and turned into liquid, and then turned back to black mud.

The first point is confirmed, it is reversible, that is to say, it is feasible to knead mud into a weapon!

Qin Yan was so tired that he fell directly on the bed, and he had reached his limit by splitting his consciousness twice in a row. This was also thanks to his abundant real energy, which could help him recover quickly.

But the joy surpassed the fatigue of the body, Qin Yan didn't care about rest, and after a short rest, he focused on the mud again.

He shrunk the mud back to its original size, squeezed it into a small sword under the control of his true essence, and then condensed it with his divine sense.

The black mud gradually solidified, and then gradually changed color, turning into silver-white metal, shining in the dark.

When Qin Yan couldn't hold on anymore, he was already sweating profusely, dizzy, and tried his best, but it condensed into a little point of the sword.But even this made him ecstatic, so he put down his plans to continue tomorrow.

There are no aura fluctuations or other energies on the clay sculptured sword, but there is a kind of pure power contained in it. Although it is only a sword tip, it has the potential to break through the sky.

Qin Yan didn't understand what this meant. In short, this magic weapon is not a magic weapon, as long as the weapon is not like a weapon, it can be used.

Fortunately, Lu Li wouldn't know that he was using the soil like this, otherwise even if he ascended, he would rush down and beat him up.

With this plan in mind, Qin Yan's heart was relieved, and he fell asleep after a while.

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The next day, Qin Yan successfully took Cui Mujing from Shi Ming, who was so defeated, and comforted Shi Ming very lovingly, hoping that he would not be beaten because of his continuous blows in the past half month. , Affect the performance of the college entrance examination.But Shi Ming became even more angry, and Qin Yan expressed his innocence, lamenting that he really doesn't understand the hearts of Alphas.

After the discussion was over, we had a make-up class with Wen Donghua, and it was night again.After leaving school, he didn't go home directly, but went to Xia Tongqiu's house.

Xia Tongqiu's family lives in a towering building, regardless of the height of the building, each building can accommodate a thousand families, and the houses of each family are pitifully small. The whole family is crowded into one room, and the living conditions are very poor. good.Xia Tongqiu's family is a little better because there are only him and his mother.Most of the people living here are not high in cultivation, basically they are in the Qi refining stage, and occasionally there are a few foundation building stages.

Qin Yan was walking in the narrow aisle, avoiding people who were coming towards him from time to time, because the aisle was so small that only one person could pass through.

In Qin Yan's memory, he didn't like coming to Xia Tongqiu's house, not because he thought the environment here was bad, but because of his mother.

Ringing the doorbell of Xia Tongqiu's house, an old lady with an old face and a thin figure opened the door a crack, peeping out with cloudy eyeballs, looking a little gloomy.

Qin Yan smiled brightly: "Mother Xia, I'm looking for Tongqiu."

This old lady is Xia Tongqiu's mother. Modern people live longer and generally look younger. For example, Qin Yan's mother is young and beautiful, and she looks only in her 30s.But Xia Tongqiu's mother was older than her grandmother.

Mother Xia looked at Qin Yan gloomyly, coughed a few times, and her voice was hoarse like a broken gong: "He is still working and hasn't come back."

Qin Yan was startled, Xia Tongqiu's class is not today, why did he go to work again?

But he didn't ask any more questions, and smiled at Xia's mother again: "I see, thank you, Xia's mother."

Without saying a word, Mother Xia closed the door of the house with a bang.

Qin Yan rubbed his nose, and left awkwardly. Although Qin Yan didn't retain many memories of the past, his fear of Xia's mother remained.

Leaving Xia Tongqiu's home and feeling the convenience store where he worked part-time, Qin Yan saw Xia Tongqiu behind the counter as soon as he entered.

"Tong Qiu!"

Xia Tongqiu looked up and saw Qin Yan, put away the jade tube book she was reading, and smiled warmly: "Why are you here?"