Chapter 141 (1/2)

The last plane was the pet cat of the tyrannical president. This plane became a poor little one who had no father or mother, was bullied by the same family, and was not loved by the master.

This sense of difference makes Jiang Yan have an impulse to cry.

But it's all here.

Jiang Yan finally accepted the reality and began to think about the task.

Ordinary appearance, even ordinary, is a common name.

The spirit root is poor and the qualification is very poor, which is far from being better than Xie Yunfei.

If you want Lu Heng to see him more, you can only make up for your diligence.

It turned out that Zhang Qing worked hard enough. In order to catch up with other disciples, she only slept two hours a day.

Jiang Yan finished the task heart, hard will rest time compressed to an hour.

Of course, it would be impossible for him to sleep only so little a day. It's up to 888 to provide pain masking service to keep energetic.

In response, 888 said: unexpectedly, one day, pain screening service can be used to prevent sleepiness

However, the ideal is full, the reality is very bony.

After two days of practice, Jiang Yan collapsed.

Although the immortal cultivator looks like a bull, when he reaches the realm, he can not only fly the sword, but also get out of the body. He is very energetic.

But behind this bright, it is the sweat and hard work that others can't see.

Meditate, capture aura, and then refine into the body.

The same action is repeated tens of thousands of times a day, boring and boring.

Jiang Yan felt fresh at first.

After half a day, I couldn't sit still.

It's just boring and boring. Every time he draws Qi into the body, the aura is like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace, and only then a lost success nourishes the original spirit.

At the end of the day, it is not as efficient as others!

With such a cultivation method, it's very good for Zhang Qing to reach the later stage of Qi training.

[eight masters Eight masters? What kind of ghost constitution is Zhang Qing? Is there any panacea to improve your strength quickly? 】

Jiang Yan collapsed feebly on his hard little bed. Thinking of his unremarkable accomplishments, he could not lift his power to meditate at all.